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

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She felt she had made a mistake and was as if she was embarrassing her younger brother.

Hearing Qiao Jingjing say this, the audience became even more enthusiastic.

"No royalties? That's a disaster!"

"Why bother writing anything if you're not making money!"

"Haha, so Qiao Yu has his weaknesses too. I'm at peace now."

"Nonsense, Qiao Yu must have just started writing, that's why he's not proficient yet."

“Exactly, what a terrible novel, my husband wouldn’t even look at it.”

"..."

The audience couldn't help but shout.

Some people teased Qiao Yu, while others defended him.

I jokingly thought, wow, so even Qiao Yu has things he doesn't know. We're all the same, that makes sense.

Those who defend him believe that no one is perfect, and it doesn't matter if Qiao Yu can't write a good novel, as long as he writes good songs.

"I'm even more curious now. What kind of novel is my brother writing? Has he not signed a contract yet?"

Host Wang Zhiyu pressed further, "After all, songwriting and novel writing are completely different fields."

"Yeah, what kind of novel is it?"

"I also want to know."

"Qiao Jingjing, what novel is your brother writing?"

"..."

In the audience, both those who read novels and those who didn't all kept asking questions.

Qiao Jingjing sat on the off-white sofa at the variety show venue.

When the host jokingly remarked that his younger brother, Qiao Yu, was "crossing over to write songs and novels," he responded...

She was furious.

I've already mentally blacklisted this idiot host.

Since my brother's writing isn't well-known, I figured I could just mention a few main characters instead of the book title.

Nobody knows that.

I'm so clever!

She smiled and said, "I forgot the name of the novel he wrote, but I remember there were two female characters named Lu Xueqi and Biyao."

Before he finished speaking, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

The next second, gasps of surprise exploded like a tidal wave!

"Holy crap, are you kidding me? Seriously?!"

"Lu Xueqi and Biyao? Is this the novel 'Zhu Xian' by Qiao Yu?"

"This is what you call poor writing? No payment for it?"

"My little brother is going to defy the heavens!"

"I'm numb!"

"What's wrong? What do you mean?"

Readers who hadn't read the novel eagerly inquired around, finding it impressive but unclear.

"This novel is a dark horse in the novel world, ranking number one on the top charts."

"Number one on the bestseller list for several consecutive months."

"It's safe to say that this is the most exciting book this year, no, in recent years."

"Damn, the pen name 'Stir-fried Cucumber' is actually Qiao Yu?"

Everyone suddenly realized what was happening, and then they were all stunned.

Could there really be such a genius?

A veteran screenwriter in the audience suddenly stood up: "The novel 'Zhu Xian,' which depicts the ruthless nature of heaven and earth and treats all things as straw dogs, was actually written by Qiao Yu?"

One scholar at the scene remarked, "The novel *Zhu Xian* elevates the Buddhist, Taoist, and demonic cultivation system and the 'dialectics of good and evil' to a philosophical level..."

"The protagonist becomes Gui Li, slaughtering all living beings, yet he wields the Zhuxian Sword to slay the Ghost King for the sake of all living beings. Only a true master can control this kind of destiny cycle!"

Qiao Jingjing was somewhat taken aback by everyone's reaction.

"No, is this book really that good?"

"Uh……"

The host was taken aback. "You don't know?"

Qiao Jingjing shook her head, "My brother said it doesn't make money, it's just out of passion!"

Everyone present immediately understood and burst into laughter.

Qiao Jingjing blushed.

She's not stupid; she understands perfectly well.

I've been tricked by that brat again.

I felt inexplicably annoyed; I'd really embarrassed myself.

After a while, the incident passed.

The host, Chu Ai'ai, noticed that whenever Qiao Jingjing's younger brother was mentioned...

The audience below seemed quite interested.

So she tried to steer the conversation in that direction.

"Jingjing, I want to ask, when you two siblings live together, there must be some inconveniences, right? Do you ever have disagreements?"

“He can be disobedient sometimes, but when he was little he would listen to everything I said.”

"Aren't there times when it's particularly infuriating?"

"No, he usually respects me a lot. I'm the older sister, after all. At home, whatever I say goes."

Qiao Jingjing spoke with a serious and eloquent tone.

"It's so nice to have a younger brother like this."

Chu Ai'ai expressed her envy.

“I also wish I had a sister like Jingjing,” Wang Zhiyu said.

The program ends here, and there isn't much time left.

Chu Ai'ai said loudly, "Then let's move on to the last interactive segment."

"The audience can vote to decide what our guest should do."

Several options appeared on the large screen.

"Dancing", "Singing", "Acrobatics", "Crosstalk", etc.

Another option is "to make a phone call to the person closest to you".

"Dancing, I want to see Qiao Jingjing dance."

"Sing a song, Qiao Jingjing sings beautifully."

"Wouldn't acrobatics be even more interesting?"

"Don't be silly, goddesses don't know how to do acrobatics."

"Then how about we do crosstalk?"

Choose the last option: "Call your closest person on the phone".

"This is good, this is interesting."

The results of the vote showed that the last interactive game received the most votes.

"Talking to the person closest to him on the phone, it seems he also wants to know who Jingjing's closest person is."

Qiao Jingjing blinked and said playfully, "Of course it's my mom."

Call!

The audience booed.

Who wants to see you talking to your parents on the phone? What's so interesting about chatting about everyday things?

A female audience member in the audience cupped her hands together like a megaphone and shouted:

"I need to call Qiao Yu."

The audience's eyes lit up, and a chorus of cheers erupted:

"Qiao Yu!"

"Qiao Yu!"

"Qiao Yu!"

Wang Zhiyu suggested, "Good idea."

"Bad idea."

Qiao Jingjing was not very willing.

But she had to comply with the program's requirements.

It's just a chat, you know how to keep things in line.

"You don't need to call, just give me his number."

Unexpectedly, Chu Ai'ai changed the subject.

Qiao Jingjing didn't pay any attention.