Qin Baobao's Little Temper (4.6k Big Chapter, Seeking Collection and Recommendation)

It was six thirty in the afternoon. After making arrangements with Old Wang and the others from Dorm 304, Li Liang led everyone to a grilled fish restaurant near the school. The eight people from the two dorms ordered two eight-jin Big Black Fish, six or seven plates of side dishes, and a case of beer.

This grilled fish restaurant wasn't far from the school, about a fifteen-minute walk. It was one of the "canteens" for gatherings of Dorm 303 because their grilled fish was particularly authentic... Qin Ze and Li Liang were locals from Hu City, Liu Ziqiang's home was in neighboring JS, and Zhao Baliao looked like a northeasterner at a glance. They couldn't really tell if it was authentic, but they were sure it was delicious.

Half an hour later, two baking trays were brought up, and the waiter lit the alcohol fuel in the stove and placed the trays on top.

The nearly cooked Big Black Fish lay in the boiling, bright red oily soup, covered with Red Chili Pepper, Cilantro, Tofu Skin, Shiitake Mushroom, Onion, and other vegetables, with a layer of Bean Sprouts, Luncheon Meat, Lotus Root Slices underneath...

The heat rose, and the aroma of fish was rich, making several guys' appetites stir.

"Wait!" Li Liang pressed his hand down, stopping Zhao Baliao and the others who were about to start eating. He took a breath and said, "Today, I want to thank you brothers. Zhang Mingyu, that unscrupulous bastard, is really malicious. Whether he was really targeting Qin Ze or not, I was the one who got hit. You could have all swallowed your anger, and it would have been for nothing if I got hit. When he said he wanted to bet with basketball, even I thought we had no chance of winning. But you didn't back down, and in the end, you actually won. It felt so good to vent that anger. But what I want to thank you for even more is that you didn't accept the money and settle it privately... I won't say too many sentimental words. We were brothers before, and we'll still be brothers in the future. If you have any difficulties or troubles, just say the word, and I won't hesitate to go to great lengths for my brothers."

"Going to great lengths isn't necessary," Old Wang said quietly, "I'm broke and can't afford to take girls out on dates. It's a huge loss."

Li Liang wiggled his butt, pinched his orchid fingers, and said in a delicate voice, "This humble one is always waiting for you, sir."

Qin Ze and Zhao Baliao shuddered slowly, made eye contact, and roared in unison, "Second Battalion Commander, where's your Italian cannon?"

Liu Ziqiang rolled his eyes, "Faced with this freak, even my Italian cannon would misfire."

Qin Ze left early at seven thirty in the evening, without drinking any alcohol. His roommates knew he had "work" to do, so they didn't force him to drink. Otherwise, with such a top contributor present, they wouldn't stop until he was completely drunk.

Qin Ze took the time to send a message to Qin Baobao: "I won't be back for dinner tonight."

"Oh!" Qin Baobao replied succinctly. Qin Ze strolled slowly towards the subway station, and as soon as he stepped onto the platform, he received another message from her: "You eat your food, I'll wait for my dear brother to come back and cook for me."

He could smell the strong resentment and anger even through the screen.

Qin Ze cursed "damn," swiped his card and exited the station, and bought a Strawberry Butter Croissant, a Tuna Sandwich, two Egg Tart, and a box of yogurt at a Paris Baguette next door.

He arrived home before eight o'clock, since it was only a ten-minute walk.

Opening the door and entering the nearly ninety-square-meter apartment, the entrance light wasn't on, nor were the room lights. Only a glass chandelier was lit in the living room, and powerful music echoed in the empty, dim space. Qin Baobao was watching some anti-Japanese drama.

She sat cross-legged on the sofa, wearing casual shorts and a white tank top, with her hair in a Bun Hairstyle, her forehead smooth, revealing her fair and slender neck, and her round, fair shoulders, followed by a sharply defined waist.

She glanced at Qin Ze sideways, and continued watching her anti-Japanese movie without saying a word.

Qin Ze placed the cake, Egg Tart, and yogurt on the glass coffee table in front of her, "Didn't you have dinner? I brought you cake."

Qin Baobao hummed.

Qin Ze said helplessly, "I played a basketball game at noon today and won. My roommates treated me to dinner tonight, and I couldn't refuse."

Qin Baobao said disdainfully, "What's it to me?"

Qin Ze said "Oh," took out his materials, scratch paper, and pen from his bag, ran to the room to get his laptop, and listened to the noisy sounds of cannons and bullets, focusing on his work, and ignoring her.

Seeing her brother so indifferent, Qin Baobao glared at him and said through gritted teeth, "I'm learning how to tear devils apart with my bare hands."

You probably want to tear me apart.

Qin Ze muttered to himself and continued searching for information.

The siblings had a cold war for a few minutes, and Qin Baobao couldn't hold back any longer. Her fair, tender feet gently kicked him, "I'm hungry."

Qin Ze pointed to the things on the glass coffee table.

Qin Baobao said angrily, "I want to eat hot food."

"Love it or leave it."

Qin Baobao flew into a rage, p

Qin Baobao leaped out, one hand on her hip, the other holding her Pleated Mini Skirt.

Qin Ze stared, noticing fine, fragmented white paper scraps clinging to the Pleated Mini Skirt.

He'd had this happen before, when he'd left tissues in his pocket and forgotten to take them out before putting them in the washing machine. They'd tumble around with the clothes, turning into paper scraps that stuck all over, impossible to brush off.

While feeling guilty, Qin Ze also sensed something was off. Confused, he got up and went to the balcony to check his own clothes. They were clean, no paper scraps at all.

He instantly understood, glaring at Qin Baobao: "Bullshit, you come over here and look at my clothes. There are no paper scraps. Therefore, it's not my tissues."

Qin Baobao suspiciously glanced at the balcony, then scurried back to the bathroom, soon finding a wad of shredded tissue in her own pocket.

Qin Ze followed her, humming, "See? It's yours. I'm not taking the blame for this."

Qin Baobao retorted, "You're the one who did the laundry. You didn't check the pockets. You should take the blame."

Qin Ze naturally wouldn't argue with his sister. Never try to reason with a woman; they're always more experienced at it than you are.

Qin Baobao, finding an opportunity for revenge, pinched Qin Ze hard for a good while, then huffily went to hang up the clothes.

At 22:15, Qin Baobao came out wrapped in a bath towel, sat on the living room sofa, and started blow-drying her hair. The roaring noise was incredibly annoying to Qin Ze, who said impatiently, "Go blow-dry your hair in your room."

Qin Baobao made a face at him, scooted her butt closer to him, and deliberately turned the hairdryer to its highest setting.

Qin Ze rolled his eyes and started singing to amuse himself, trying to combat his sister's noise attack:

"Just because I saw you in the crowd One more glance I can never forget your face Dreaming of meeting you one day by chance Since then I began to miss you alone When I miss you, you are at the end of the sky When I miss you, you are in front of me When I miss you, you are in my mind When I miss you, you are in my heart I would rather believe that we had an agreement in our previous life The love story of this life will never change..."

The noise of the hairdryer had stopped at some point.

Qin Ze turned his head and saw his sister's foxy face, framed by her loose hair, filled with a look of intoxication. Unless it was his imagination, her watery phoenix eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of misty rain.

"What's this song?" Qin Baobao asked softly.

Qin Ze's heart skipped a beat. I've been exposed, he thought, but he lied without changing his expression, "I wrote it myself, just singing nonsense."

"You, you wrote it..." Qin Baobao's red lips parted slightly.

The most deadly kind of pretense is the invisible kind!

Qin Ze prepared to look up at the ceiling at a forty-five-degree angle, but unexpectedly, Qin Baobao, who had just been quiet and well-behaved, immersed in the singing, suddenly pounced on him like a hungry tiger, pinning Qin Ze under the sofa, and screaming, "Ahhhhh!"

"Are you having a seizure... You're a psycho... Get up..." Qin Ze's face was buried in his sister's chest, and he almost passed out.

After a long while, Qin Baobao calmed her inner excitement, unhurriedly straightened her bath towel, raised her head, and said in a very gentle manner, "Aze... no, good brother, did you really write this song?"

"Sort of."

"Sort of?"

"I haven't finished writing it yet."

Qin Baobao pitifully said, "When will you finish writing it?"

"Depends on my mood... What's it to you?"

"I'm going to debut as a singer, you know. These days, the company has been asking me if I have any more works, and I don't know how to answer, so I just play dead." Qin Baobao pretended to be pitiful, "Yesterday, a gold medal agent told me that there's a singing variety show during the summer vacation. If I can participate with original works, it will be the fastest and best way to become famous, and he will consider being my agent."

Not bad, she's been appreciated so quickly. It seems Qin Baobao is still a top student among the reserve artists.

The further his sister goes on this road, the more beneficial it will be for his future plans. But Qin Ze can't easily agree to her. This woman was just giving me the cold shoulder and a stinky face.

He needs to let her know what it means for the father to be the son's guide, the husband to be the wife's guide, ah no, the younger brother to be the older sister's guide.

"So?" Qin Ze said with an experienced air.

"Teach me, teach me, teach me!" Qin Baobao shook his arm vigorously, acting cute and coquettish.

Qin Ze twisted his neck, "Oh dear, playing basketball today was really tiring, my shoulders are a little sore."

"I'll massage them for you." Qin Baobao immediately understood.

"My legs are also sore." Qin Ze enjoyed his sister's soft hands massaging him.

"I'll massage them." Qin Baobao endured humiliation and carried the heavy burden.

"The soles of my feet are also very sore." Qin Ze pushed his luck.

Qin Baobao's flattering smile froze, and the corners of her mouth twitched, "The soles of your feet... need to be massaged too?"

Qin Ze shrugged, "It's okay if you don't want to, I'm not forcing you. It's just that inspiration is invisible and intangible, and I can't say for sure."

"Massage, of course, I'll massage. I'm going all out today."

"Oh my, please don't, you are our family's young lady, a precious treasure, I can't let you do that."

Qin Baobao gritted her teeth secretly and saiddelicate, "You are the only male in our family, the only seedling to carry on the family line in ancient times. It is a matter of course for the older sister to serve the only seedling brother."

As she said that, she lowered her head to take off Qin Ze's socks.

Qin Ze rolled his eyes and pushed her hand away, "Alright, stop pretending to be sarcastic and disgusting."

He wouldn't really let Qin Baobao massage his feet. He couldn't bear to, and he didn't dare to. Women are all vengeful animals, especially Qin Baobao, a high-IQ vengeful animal.

Obviously, Qin Baobao misunderstood him, thinking that he was not moved by either soft or hard tactics, and angrily shouted, "Qin Ze, don't go too far. If I can't make it in the entertainment industry, don't even think about staying out of it. Be careful I tell Dad that you encouraged me to quit my job and go into the sea to become a star."

"Why don't you say I asked you to go to the sea to shoot island films?"

Qin Baobao's eyes turned red, and she reached out to pinch him in anger, "Come on, let's hurt each other."

Qin Ze sighed and said helplessly, "Alright, alright, I'll be your personal composer from now on."

"Really?" Qin Baobao raised an eyebrow.

"I wouldn't lie to anyone, especially not my own sister."

"Good brother, your sister didn't dote on you for nothing." Qin Baobao changed her face faster than flipping a book, and made a gesture to pounce on him and kiss his cheek.

"Get lost." Qin Ze reached out and pushed her forehead, pushing her far away.

Qin Baobao went into her room to sleep, turning off the LCD TV before she left. Only Qin Ze was left in the living room. He lit a cigarette and exhaled smoke.

He closed his eyes, leaned back on the sofa, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, thinking of the widely used inspirational quote: The road ahead is long and winding, but I will search high and low.