Movie/TV: How could my sister be Qiao Jingjing?

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"dont see."

Qiao Jingjing said loudly.

"Even if it's my brother, it's not bad, but it's too dirty and not suitable for a fairy like you."

"I don't want to look at it, let's look at another one."

Qiao Jingjing looked disdainful.

"The Irregular at Magic High School is similar, but the siblings in it look awkward. The author's thinking is too conservative and not unrestrained enough."

"Code Geass is also good, but the part where he gives away his sister in the later part was unbearable for me."

"And then there's 'Kiss Sister,' wow, that's something else! Two stepsisters are always trying to kiss their little brother..."

"Won't this kind of anime be banned?"

Qiao Jingjing was shocked.

“People from island nations have wild imaginations; even adult videos are legal there, let alone this,” Qiao Yu said.

"You've actually seen so many..."

Qiao Jingjing's gaze towards Qiao Yu changed from that of a slacker to that of a pervert: "You damn pervert!"

"How is that perverted?" Qiao Yu asked, puzzled.

"Aren't people who have watched so many perverted anime perverts?"

Qiao Yu retorted, "Do you dare to say anything against me on Weibo? If you do, those fans will turn against me in no time."

"I...I don't care about anyone else, I just think you're a pervert."

Qiao Jingjing threw a pillow at him.

German orthopedics completely changed Qiao Jingjing's worldview.

……

The next day is Sunday.

Qiao Jingjing and Qiao Yu are going home to stay with their parents for a day.

After the siblings began living together at their parents' behest, they would go home to stay every weekend.

After all, parents also miss their children.

Since Qiao's mother unlocked her "blind date maniac" attribute, Qiao Jingjing has hardly been home anymore.

If I can't afford to mess with them, can't I just avoid them?

The current pace is to go back once every two weeks.

It's not good to stay away from home; the old man will be furious.

And let's bring Su Jinbei along too.

The Su family's young lady has a cunning and scheming nature, which means that she has almost no close friends in Shanghai except for Qiao Jingjing.

Qiao Yu couldn't understand it at first.

How did the woman who's a master of domestic power struggles end up becoming best friends with her goofy older sister?

Upon closer reflection, it reveals the skill of vying for favor among those who live at home.

Qiao Jingjing is not necessarily worse than Su Jinbei.

It should be noted that he has been tricked by Qiao Jingjing since childhood.

I arrived at my parents' house at 9:30 in the morning.

The neighborhood is quiet; even in the sweltering heat, people don't like to go out.

Vehicles occasionally come and go.

The grass in the green belt shimmered with a vibrant green sunlight, while the leaves curled up listlessly.

The security guard was lying half-dead in front of the fan.

Qiao Jingjing honked the horn frantically.

That's why they reluctantly opened the fence for them.

The old man rarely stays at home.

He was holed up in his study watching a literary lecture, in which sat an old scholar who looked older than him.

This is a habit he has developed in recent years.

As I get older, my memory isn't what it used to be.

Therefore, read and learn more, and review what you've learned to gain new insights...

"Dad, why didn't you go to school today?"

Qiao Yu pushed the door open and came in.

"We have guests coming over for lunch."

The old man's eyes were glued to the computer screen.

Qiao Yu took out a long, brown cardboard box from his pocket. It was beautifully packaged and placed it on the desk.

"Dad, this is for you."

I bought this Montblanc fountain pen this morning at the Shimei Shopping Mall on a special detour.

It cost 4,000 RMB.

The glossy black pen body is made of acetate plastic, giving it a smooth and warm feel when held.

The pen tip features a gold embossed pattern and a simple, streamlined design.

It has a grand and elegant appearance.

The old man admired the fountain pen, clicking his tongue in admiration.

"Did you take the wrong medicine?"

He took the wrong medicine...

That's so hurtful. It's rare for me to show my respect to my father.

"I just earned some royalties, so I thought I'd buy you a gift."

Qiao Yu thought to himself, "I can't forget the look in your eyes when Qiao Jingjing gave you the gift, and you looked at me with empty hands."

The old man played with the fountain pen, unable to hide his delight.

Qiao Yu didn't know whether cultured people were a good match for him.

But my own father likes this kind of thing.

When Qiao Yu was in elementary school, his grandfather had a Montblanc fountain pen, which he always tucked into his shirt chest.

Back then, it was also fashionable to wear a fountain pen in your breast pocket.

He loved it even more than his own son.

"It must have cost a lot of money," the old man said.

"four thousand."

"That brat is so extravagant with money."

The old man gave a stern and righteous reprimand, then quickly put the pen into his pocket.

"Dad, you go ahead with your work. I'll go to the living room and talk to Mom."

Qiao Yu turned to leave.

"Wait!" the old man called out to him, displaying his fatherly authority: "Give me your phone."

"What are you doing?" Qiao Yu was taken aback.

"Look at your recent royalties," the old man said in a teacherly tone.

"Your plot seems pretty good so far, but there are always some flaws. Let me take a look and give you some pointers later."

He couldn't say that he had hit a creative block in his writing and needed his son's novels as a reference.

As a father, don't I have any pride?

It's not that this book has particularly high literary value.

But since it's liked by netizens, it must have its strengths.

The old man was a literary giant.

To make your work popular, you also need to cater to the market and learn some interesting techniques...

"Then I won't leave, please tell me," Qiao Yu said.

"Go away, get out of my way."

The old man snatched the phone and waved for people to leave.

Qiao Yu left reluctantly.

If it were anyone else asking for his phone, he would have slapped them across the face long ago.

Qiao Jingjing can't come.

After all, there's a lot of personal privacy information on a phone.

But since his father made this request, the son couldn't very well refuse.

Qiao Yu entered the living room.

Qiao Jingjing, Su Jinbei, and Qiao's mother sat on the sofa, watching TV and chatting.

The topics keep revolving around the same few points.

Aunt Qiao said, "Old Zhang's daughter next door has finally gotten married."

"Oh dear, she's almost thirty and still a spinster. The Zhang family can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

"Aunt Liu on the second floor, her son has had a second child, a big, chubby boy. He's so adorable."