boyutpedia Page 175
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Upstairs in the pink bedroom.
Huang Chengzi lay sprawled on the bed, scrolling through Weibo comments on her phone.
She was looking at speculations about the singing competition between Qiao Jingjing and Jiang Wan.
If she had known at the scene, Qiao Jingjing would have already won.
Moreover, it's a dimensional reduction attack.
But no one believed the comments she posted.
In return, they were met with a barrage of doubts and slander.
[The person upstairs is out of their mind. How could Jiang Wan possibly lose?]
[Is the person upstairs a die-hard fan of Qiao Jingjing?]
If Qiao Jingjing wins, I'll cut off my penis live on stream.
Huang Chengzi was furious.
It's really unpleasant to know that what you're saying is true, but no one believes you.
Suddenly she realized she didn't like Jiang Wan anymore.
He even began to admire Qiao Jingjing, who looked like a vixen.
"Hmm...she's much prettier than that woman."
Huang Chengzi comforted herself.
But just then, a melodious guitar sound came from outside the door.
Then came a deep, mellow voice.
"You said everyone you meet is like you,"
"I can't find any meaning in losing you."
"..."
She listened intently in one position, and before she knew it, she was completely absorbed.
"That sounds so nice, is Auntie playing some music?"
Huang Chengzi was very curious.
My aunt hates singing and listening to music the most, what's wrong with her today?
She slowly got up, preparing to ask her aunt what song it was.
As soon as he stepped outside, he saw his older brother, Li Xuliang, looking at the lobby on the first floor from the second-floor railing with an expression of admiration.
"What are you doing here?"
Huang Chengzi asked, puzzled.
Li Xuliang ignored her and instead muttered to himself:
"I'm going to take a guitar to school and sing this song. I'm not afraid of not having any girls like me. Damn, I've learned another trick from my teacher."
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
Huang Chengzi frowned slightly, pushed him aside, and went to look at the lobby on the first floor.
He saw his aunt, Xia Qing, sitting on the sofa.
His expression was strange (ahef), it was hard to tell whether he was crying or laughing.
It seems like I'm sitting on a wax statue...
"What's wrong with Auntie?" Huang Chengzi asked.
"Hehe, my master just sang a song for my aunt, and she cried. Damn, I would have cried too, it was so beautiful..."
"He...he sang it?"
Huang Chengzi's almond-shaped eyes widened instantly, her face filled with disbelief.
Was the song I was so engrossed in just now sung by Li Xuliang's tutor?
She suddenly remembered that Xia Qing had taken the guitar from her room earlier, and it seemed to be true...
What's his name?
It seems his surname is Qiao?
……
The following day, the show "I Am a Singer" aired.
Qiao Jingjing and her brother Qiao Yu accompanied Su Jinbei to watch it again.
Compared to the show, Qiao Yu is enjoying the present moment more.
Qiao Jingjing was sitting to his left, and Su Jinbei was sitting to his right.
Two stunning beauties with distinct styles.
It's quite a pleasant feeling to have both women on your left and right.
Su Jinbei casually clicked on the bullet comments.
Because of Qiao Yu, she's now learning to watch the live comments and finds them quite interesting.
Only Qiao Jingjing dislikes bullet comments.
My younger brother and best friend were just watching the show, not really involved.
She was involved in the incident, and people online dare to say anything.
【Big Jingjing.】
[Give grass ten points, not zero.]
Qiao Jingjing was in my bed last night.
She finds words like that offensive every time she sees them.
Correspondingly, our ability to withstand pressure is increasing rapidly.
But I still have some reservations.
The live chat was unusually lively today.
The singing competition program is first recorded live, and then broadcast on television.
Then comes online platform resources.
However, nowadays, far fewer people watch television than use computers.
[I heard Qiao Jingjing won again? Someone said so online.]
[That's nonsense. You believe everything you read online?]
[Front row!]
[Da Jingjing is the best in the world, and the fake pig costume is second to none.]
Su Jinbei chuckled.
Qiao Yu turned his head and glanced at his sister's impressive chest.
With a dark expression, Qiao Jingjing delivered a karate chop to the back of Qiao Yu's neck.
The host, Luo Xue, knocked on the door of the guest room.
Jiang Wan opened the door, her smile gentle.
Wow, Jiang Wan, my goddess!
It's been a long time since I've heard Jiang Wan sing. I didn't expect her to join a singing competition. I'm looking forward to it!
Women in their thirties are at their most charming.
[I heard Jiang Wan brought an original song? I'm really looking forward to her and Qiao Jingjing's duel.]
[A one-in-six chance? It can't be that easy!]
[Haha, what a scheming woman who lip-syncs. She actually has the nerve to come back to the music scene? How can she be so shameless?]
[They're not thick-skinned, they're just thick-eared.]
That's disgusting.
[Don't you guys have any manners? So what if you lip-sync? Everyone's lip-synced before!]
[Exactly, those keyboard warriors who keep dwelling on things from their adult lives.]
No wonder she's a controversial actress.
As soon as he appeared, a barrage of comments flooded the screen.
Haters and die-hard fans are so angry they practically want to jump into the screen and start fighting.
Su Jinbei stared at the computer screen, asking curiously:
"Jingjing, you didn't actually draw Jiang Wan, did you?"
Qiao Jingjing said dejectedly, "It really is true, the production team is up to something. They're pulling strings behind the scenes."
"Did you win?" Su Jinbei asked again.
“Of course, they don’t even know who wrote the song,” Qiao Yu interjected.
"It's clearly because my sister sings better," Qiao Jingjing retorted.
"Say it again!" Qiao Yu glared at him.
"Oh, Your Majesty, I was just bragging. Please don't be angry. It's all thanks to you. I'm just benefiting from your fame."
Lacking the authority of her older sister, Qiao Jingjing immediately gave in.
"Singing a traditional Chinese style song? Written by Qiao Yu?"
Su Jinbei was taken aback.
She was quite surprised; how could Qiao Yu know everything?