Singing a Song

Qin Baobao suddenly sat up straight, listening intently to his singing, memorizing the lyrics. She was stunned by Qin Ze, was it really a new song?

Amazing, my brother, can you mass-produce them?

The song Qin Ze sang was called "Borrowing Five Hundred Years from Heaven". He had heard it in the System's "Playlist" in the mall. The System said it was a song collected from a parallel world. The song cost thirty Points to exchange, but the trial listening was free. The reason was simple: if you don't try it, how do you know if the song is good or not?

Li Zemin challenged him to sing "Peerless", and Qin Ze laughed in his heart. So what if it's an emperor's song? So what if you sing it well? I happen to have one here, so I'll take it out and compare it with yours.

Qin Ze's voice gradually became louder: "Being a man with integrity, why fear hardship?"

"Heroic feelings remain unchanged year after year."

"Being a man has bitterness and sweetness, good and evil are separated on both sides."

"All for the dream of tomorrow."

"See the iron hooves clanging, trampling across thousands of miles of rivers and mountains."

Qin Ze turned around, stretched out his right palm, as if he was holding something, and his voice rose again, singing passionately: "I stand at the cusp of the storm, tightly grasping the sun and moon to rotate..."

Qin Baobao shivered all over.

Wang Zijing felt goosebumps.

Zhang Ya's face flushed abnormally, and goosebumps rose.

Li Zemin was dumbfounded, looking at Qin Ze as if he had seen a ghost.

This song never deliberately promotes domineering, but in the lyrics, in Qin Ze's passionate singing, domineering is everywhere: I stand at the cusp of the storm, tightly grasping the sun and moon to rotate...

But, as an emperor, is it really enough to just be domineering?

Li Zemin has domineering, but he didn't really sing the true charm of "Peerless".

"Blood drowns the world, how can there be peace and happiness?"

"I really want to live another five hundred years."

"Being a man with integrity, why fear hardship?"

"Heroic feelings remain unchanged year after year."

"Being a man has bitterness and sweetness, good and evil are separated on both sides."

"All for the dream of tomorrow."

There is also sorrow, pain, and tenderness... not just domineering.

I really want to live another five hundred years?

Qin Baobao stood up excitedly, breathing rapidly, her blood boiling.

Qin Ze was originally facing the screen, but at this time, he suddenly turned around, facing everyone, and gripped the microphone tightly:

"See the iron hooves clanging, trampling across thousands of miles of rivers and mountains

I stand at the cusp of the storm, tightly grasping the sun and moon to rotate

May the mortal world be peaceful and happy

I really want to live another five hundred years."

He paused, took a deep breath, as if roaring to the heavens: "I really want to live another five hundred years..."

Just then, the music ended.

The huge private room was silent.

Only Qin Ze's breathing could be heard.

Zhang Ya screamed.

Qin Baobao screamed; she felt like she was becoming her younger brother's fangirl.

Wang Zijing applauded enthusiastically.

Chen Qinghong was full of amazement.

After a long while, Li Zemin recovered from the shock, like a great hero in a martial arts novel who had been struck by a palm, spitting blood and asking: What kind of martial art is this?

"You, what did you sing?"

Qin Ze smiled and said, "Borrowing Five Hundred Years from Heaven, a song I wrote myself, with music I composed myself. Not bad, right?"

It was more than just not bad; it was simply explosive.

Although Li Zemin thought so in his heart, he said, "It's okay... quite novel."

As soon as he said that, he saw Qin Baobao glance at him with a smile, her eyes clearly showing disdain and ridicule.

He immediately felt like his heart had been stabbed with a knife.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the karaoke ended, and several groups of people said goodbye at the entrance of the KTV.

Zhang Ya's eyes at Qin Ze were a little strange, like a curious cat seeing a cat teaser. Fortunately, her boyfriend was there, otherwise, who knows how this woman would have flirted with Qin Ze.

Qin Baobao had drunk alcohol and didn't dare to drive, so Wang Zijing drove instead.

The siblings sat in the back row, Qin Baobao's face flushed, her head resting on Qin Ze's shoulder, her mind a little unclear. Qin Ze closed his eyes to rest, savoring the moment of excitement in the private room. The charm of the song lies in its ability to stimulate emotions, making people either excited, sad, or passionate. Even someone as gentle and reserved as Wang Zijing got a little high later, pulling Qin Ze to sing several duets.

The mission completion notification was received, and the Points reward was not much, seventy Points, the same as the Points reward he received for writing Legend during the day.

The condition for triggering the Mission originated from the Host's inner desires. Qin Ze suddenly thought that the System had said that it had been to the Xianxia world, and everyone had a heart that "wanted to sing suddenly." Opportunities to show off and slap faces were endless. That was a world where the law of the jungle prevailed, and a second-generation immortal with a deep background was slapped in the face by the protagonist... It was terrifying to think about.

Fortunately, I was born in the new China and grew up as a flower of the motherland under the red flag.

If I were in the Xianxia world, wouldn't I be either slapping faces or being chased and killed, and counter-killing, every day?

While Qin Ze was lost in thought, Qin Baobao raised her head, slurring her words: "Borrowing... Five Hundred... Years from Heaven..."

"Okay, okay, I'll teach you this song too."

Qin Baobao said happily, "You were really handsome today."

Qin Ze turned his head slightly, his eyes flickering. His sister's beautiful face was close at hand, her breath filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

What was that saying?

Eyebrows are naturally green without drawing, and lips are naturally red without dabbing.

A thought flickered in Qin Ze's mind, and he blurted out in a low voice, "Then shouldn't I get a kiss as a reward?"

Qin Baobao giggled and pouted.

Her lips were brightly colored.

He had drunk a little wine, his emotions were a bit high, and his mind was racing. Just as he was about to lower his head and capture those fragrant lips, Qin Baobao's stomach churned, a rush of air surged up, and her throat convulsed.

"Blegh."

She threw up.

Qin Ze reacted extremely quickly, pulling away from his sister's fragrant lips and turning his head. Fortunately, she didn't vomit into his mouth, but it splattered all over his trouser leg.

"Oh dear, what happened?"

Wang Zijing, who was focused on driving, was startled. She checked the back seat situation in the rearview mirror and asked, "Should I pull over and let her throw up for a while?"

She was focused on the navigation and didn't notice Qin Ze's bizarre behavior.

Qin Ze couldn't bear to look at the filth on his thigh, half-embracing Qin Baobao, his mouth twitching, "No, we're almost home. We'll clean it up when we get back."

On the other side, Chen Qinghong was driving, taking Director Xu and Li Zemin home. Her boyfriend, Chu Feng, was sitting in the passenger seat.

Director Xu had come in Li Zemin's car, but Li Zemin had drunk too much and didn't dare to drive under the influence. The new traffic laws had been issued a few years ago, and drunk driving would result in detention, while driving under the influence would lead to criminal charges.

Soothing music played in the car. Li Zemin took out a cigarette, lit the lighter, and the flame illuminated his sharply defined, handsome face.

Chen Qinghong frowned. Most women hated men smoking. She was no exception, so she opened the rear window.

Li Zemin slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, feeling down. Anyone would feel the same. He had been humiliated by a young boy today. The humiliation wasn't a big deal. He was in his early thirties and had risen to a high-level management position in the company. His emotional intelligence and abilities were not lacking. His will wasn't that weak. But being humiliated in front of the goddess in his heart was different. Qin Baobao already had a mediocre impression of him. Now, the hope was even more distant.

There was no harm without comparison.

Chu Feng sized up his boss's expression in the rearview mirror. He was very good at understanding people's hearts and comforted him, "Director Li, Qin Baobao doesn't have a boyfriend yet. This society is so realistic. So what if he can write songs and compose music? Can that be eaten?"

Li Zemin chuckled, "It really can be eaten."

"Talent is something that will eventually run out, and it's not stable. A great man like you, if Qin Baobao doesn't choose you, she's blind."

Li Zemin smiled bitterly. Beautiful women were hard to pursue, especially a great beauty like Qin Baobao. There were many suitors around her, and it was always first come, first served.

Chu Feng's eyes darted around, and he said, "The weekend is coming up in a couple of days. How about this? Let Chen Qinghong ask her out for dinner again."

Director Xu clapped his hands and said excitedly, "This weekend! Let that Wang Zijing come too. My treat, my treat."

After a pause, he said with a smile, "No problem, right, Qinghong?"

What else could Chen Qinghong say? Director Xu was a major client of the company, and she happened to be in charge of him. If she said no, the deal she had in hand might fly away.

A faint smile squeezed out of her delicate face, "I'll try."

Li Zemin added, "Don't let that Qin Ze come."

"Why?" Chen Qinghong was stunned. After she finished speaking, she was glared at fiercely by her boyfriend. "What's he coming for? To disturb Director Li and Qin Baobao from making friends like today?"

Chen Qinghong looked at her boyfriend in astonishment, "Qin Ze is her younger brother. I can't stop that."

Li Zemin was stunned. He flicked the cigarette butt out of the window, closed the window, and asked impatiently, "The wind is too strong. What did you just say?"

"Qin Ze is Qin Baobao's younger brother."

Li Zemin asked again, "A real younger brother?"

"Yes, they both have the surname Qin, what else could he be if not her real younger brother?"

Li Zemin felt the gloom in his chest swept away, replaced by joy and relief, and his fighting spirit was rekindled.

"I have to criticize you, Qinghong. Baobao's younger brother, and you didn't even introduce him. Oh, after drinking for so long, I don't even know who he is." Li Zemin was beaming.

Chen Qinghong asked strangely, "Chu Feng, didn't you introduce him to Director Li?"

Chu Feng was dumbfounded, "Qin Ze is Qin Baobao's younger brother? I didn't even know."

"I thought you knew."

"What would I know? When we were in school, you guys would have dinners, but you never brought any men."

"How would I know that you didn't know?"

Li Zemin waved his hand with a smile, "Alright, it's not a big deal, not worth arguing about. Ha, haha, hahaha..."

A few minutes later, the Little Red Horse drove into the residential area. In the underground parking garage, Qin Ze helped his sister out of the car. Wang Zijing ran down from the driver's seat, locked the car, and said, "Let me do it, let me do it." She took Qin Baobao and glanced at Qin Ze's filthy lower body, looking like she wanted to stay far away.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Qin Ze took a shower and walked out of the bathroom in his pajamas. Wang Zijing went in with her pajamas. Qin Baobao looked half-dead, so she definitely couldn't take a shower.

While Wang Zijing was showering, Qin Ze pushed open the door and came in to check on his sister. She was lying on the bed, covered with a thin blanket. Wang Zijing had changed her into pajamas.

"It hurts, headache..." Qin Baobao frowned slightly, not knowing if she was talking in her sleep or awake.

Qin Ze walked to the bedside and sat down, pressing her head with his two thumbs, and gently rubbing her temples with his middle fingers. Before long, Qin Baobao's tight frown relaxed, and her breathing became even.

He had exchanged for intermediate "Proficient in Traditional Chinese Medicine", so he could still massage acupoints.

"Every time she goes to KTV, she has to drink herself to death, even though she can't hold her liquor." Qin Ze complained softly, then he leaned down and kissed his sister.

Qin Ze got up and left, gently closing the door.

Qin Baobao opened her eyes, spat, and cursed in a low voice, "Shameless."