Throw You Rem

Because of the "Xiao Man Yao" dragging them down, every game was a struggle. Fortunately, the opponents' skill level also decreased accordingly. After overcoming countless difficulties, the five of them finally achieved a three-game winning streak. Xiao Man Yao cheered, "We've advanced! We've advanced! Great God, please accept my knees."

In reality, Qin Ze's skill level was only slightly above average, and he couldn't pull off any amazing plays. His strength lay in his overall strategic vision. He knew what to do at any given time and how to respond to different situations, directing the team in an organized manner. It was like the so-called leader wolf leading a group of sheep that could defeat a group of wolves led by a sheep. Many times, the opponents lost inexplicably. They clearly had a big advantage at the beginning, but in the mid-to-late game, they suddenly realized they couldn't win team fights anymore.

At seven thirty, Qin Baobao called him home.

He arrived at the door at seven forty-five, took out his key, and opened the door. Qin Ze saw Elder Sister curled up on the sofa watching TV. Light-colored jeans hugged her long legs, and a plate of washed grapes sat on the sofa. Her eyes sparkled and glistened in the bluish reflection of the TV screen, exceptionally alluring.

Even Qin Ze, who was used to his sister's captivating beauty, couldn't help but take a few extra glances. He sat down on the sofa and took out his phone to order takeout. Qin Baobao kicked him with her feet, her eyes glued to the LCD TV. "Go, go, go, go cook."

"Cook?" Qin Ze was taken aback. "Why cook? Let's just order takeout."

Qin Baobao picked up a grape, popped it into her red lips, and spat out the skin with a "poof." She gave him a charming glare. "Takeout is too expensive. We can't afford it. From now on, we'll be frugal and self-sufficient."

"I'll be doing the cooking, right?" Qin Ze muttered.

"Don't talk nonsense. I've already bought the groceries. Cooking is up to you," Qin Baobao said matter-of-factly.

In the kitchen, there was a block of tofu, a fish, and some greens and celery. Just enough to make one meat dish and two vegetarian dishes: tofu and fish stew, garlic stir-fried greens, and celery stir-fried with meat. Qin Ze's cooking skills were a true inheritance from Old Mom, but he was lazy and usually ordered takeout whenever he could. The aroma of the food wafted into the living room, making Qin Baobao's mouth water. She slipped in sneakily, wearing slippers, to steal a bite. Qin Ze, filled with resentment, grabbed her hand and pushed her out.

Qin Baobao rubbed her stomach and whined pitifully, "Baobao is hungry..."

Qin Ze shuddered violently, covered in goosebumps.

She was twenty-five years old, yet she was still acting cute and coquettish like a little girl.

While eating, Qin Ze looked at his sister, whose cheeks were bulging, and said, "Old Man told me yesterday that we should go home next week. Old Mom misses us."

Qin Baobao paused in her shoveling of rice. Her delicate and beautiful face lifted from the bowl, like a wary little fox. She mumbled, "What for? Are they trying to set me up on another blind date?"

"Old Man said no, but I don't think we can trust his words." Qin Ze shrugged. "You know how cunning Old Man is."

"I don't have time. I have to practice singing and dancing on the weekend. You can go back yourself. Just say I'm working overtime," Qin Baobao said.

"I'm not going back either."

Qin Baobao was puzzled.

"I have something to do on the weekend."

"A date?" Qin Baobao's aura changed.

"A date with your big head." Qin Ze rolled his eyes. "I found a job. I'll probably have to work overtime on the weekend."

"Just find a job during the summer vacation. It's almost the end of the semester. You should just focus on studying. Don't fail your classes and get beaten by Old Dad with a feather duster." Qin Baobao licked her lips and burped comfortably. "I won't save you then."

"When have you ever saved me? Every time Old Dad beat me, you were always happily watching the fun. Qin Baobao, you have a terrible conscience." Qin Ze was filled with resentment.

Qin Baobao just made a face at him.

After dinner, Qin Baobao was responsible for washing the dishes. Qin Ze sat in the living room, studying his modeling. His laptop was on the glass coffee table, and he was biting his pen while searching for relevant information. Old Dad had taught him the principle of "the early bird catches the worm" more than a decade ago, and he had always faithfully implemented it. However, with his current level, trying to fully understand these things was undoubtedly a pipe dream. Some things were truly innate, like intelligence. No matter how hard you worked, no matter how early you started, there was still a limit. Ten years of effort was not as good as someone else's one year of hard work. This statement was a bit extreme, but the phenomenon of three years being equivalent to someone else's one year was very common. Take Qin Ze as an example. For three years in high school, Old Man personally served as his tutor, whipping the unpromising son to study hard. But even with all his efforts and supervision, Qin Ze still only got into a second-rate university. On the other hand, Qin Baobao lazed around in her first two years of high school, pursuing her dream of becoming a star. But in her third year, she casually put in some effort and easily got into Fudan.

How could he not be jealous!

Thinking of this, Qin Ze raised his head and glared resentfully at Qin Baobao, who was bending over to wipe the table. Her tight jeans hugged her well-developed hips, like a full moon. Qin Ze's heart trembled. He silently recited, Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, fearing that a "Touch Qin Baobao's butt" Mission would suddenly appear in his mind.

I should find a girlfriend.

This thought emerged in Qin Ze's mind. He had very little romantic experience in his life. He had held a girl's hand in elementary school. In middle school, all the students around him were dating. To keep up with the trend, he and his deskmate agreed that if anyone asked, she would be his girlfriend, and he would be her boyfriend. So they were nominal boyfriend and girlfriend for two years, without even holding hands. In high school, his studies were heavy, and he had no thoughts in that direction at all. He did pursue a girl in his sophomore year, a pretty and gentle girl, but it didn't last long.

Opening the campus forum, there was a post that was always pinned at the most conspicuous position, titled "Compilation of Department Flowers from Various Departments of Finance University." Inside were photos of beautiful women secretly taken or openly photographed by students, and after PS technology, each one was so beautiful that they were beyond compare, unlike ordinary mortals. Qin Ze had seen it before, but he didn't look at it carefully, mainly because his aesthetic sense had been ruined by Qin Baobao to a level higher than the Fudan admission score, and ordinary beauties were really hard to catch his eye.

Qin Ze carefully browsed the beautiful photos of the campus beauties. This is what he thought: times are different now, money will be there, houses will be there, it's time to first find a beauty to pick up girls. Otherwise, in the future, when he becomes a multi-millionaire or billionaire, and hugs a girl who throws herself into his arms, excitedly opens a room, but doesn't enter, he will probably be laughed to death by the girl.

While Qin Ze was concentrating on browsing the photos, Qin Baobao washed her hands and walked out of the kitchen, plopping herself down on the sofa, groaning and stretching. Suddenly, she caught sight of Qin Ze looking at beauty pictures,