Qin Baobao's Debut Show

The Four Young Masters of the Capital, the Four Great Beauties, the Ancient Martial Arts Sects, the Ten Great Families, of course, Qin Ze and Wang Zijing were just joking around. China is a party-led world, not a family-led world. There are no awesome families.

In short, the "circulation" of power is the unspoken rule of our party. Anyone who wants a family-led world cannot succeed.

There is an old saying: Wealth does not pass three generations. By the same token, power does not pass three generations either.

Here, "not passing three generations" refers to gradual decline, not losing all power after three generations.

Qin Ze and Wang Zijing walked out of the SH Center Building. It was already 5:30 PM. Wang Zijing was feeling unwell and didn't have the energy to cycle home. Qin Ze led her to take the bus. After an hour and a half of twists and turns, they finally arrived home.

In the evening, Qin Ze went online to check what dietary precautions women should take during their period, and then made a light meal. Of course, Qin Baobao's main dish, "Chicken Stew with Mushrooms," was indispensable.

At the dinner table, Qin Baobao moved her chopsticks like lightning, her cheeks bulging, enjoying the food immensely.

Qin Ze criticized, "Sis, don't eat so unattractively."

Qin Baobao tilted her head and made a face at him, eating however she pleased.

After dinner, Wang Zijing went to the bathroom to wipe herself down. No showers, no baths, and no hair washing. Women are so troublesome.

Qin Baobao sat on a chair, hugging her knees, picking at the leftovers with her chopsticks, and tsked, "So considerate, knowing that your Tissue sister is having her period, you put a lot of effort into this meal."

Her tone was teasing, but her delicate, fair face had a faint expression, and her beautiful, lively phoenix eyes were also indifferent.

Qin Ze just smiled, "I can't keep eating rich, greasy food."

"Zijing said you went to the SH Center Building today?"

"Yeah."

"Was it fun?"

"Not bad, a view of all the mountains, the scenery is good."

Qin Baobao said sourly, "This is fate. We've been there twice and never got to enjoy it."

Qin Ze said perfunctorily, "We can go next time."

He lowered his head, looking at the daily market index on his phone, studying today's limit-up stocks.

After a long silence, Qin Baobao suddenly said, "Do you want to pursue Wang Zijing?"

"Not for now," Qin Ze thought, Don't you know your bestie is an official's daughter from the Capital City?

He added, "But I'm quite fond of your bestie."

Qin Ze and his sister had always been frank with each other and didn't hide their thoughts.

Qin Baobao said "Oh" and muttered, "Do you want me to help you?"

Qin Ze looked up and glanced at her, "Let it be. Someday, you can summarize Zijing's hobbies, habits, etc., and send me a guide."

In Qin Ze's mind, wasn't it normal for his sister to help him pursue a girlfriend? Is a bestie closer than a younger brother?

Qin Baobao didn't answer, quietly looking at Qin Ze. He lowered his head, playing with his phone, his brow sharp, his face handsome. She felt inexplicably melancholy, a sense of crisis that the son she had worked so hard to raise, ah no, the younger brother, was about to be snatched away by another woman.

Qin Ze looked up in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Qin Baobao came back to her senses and instinctively spoke sarcastically, "Your Zijing sister is an artistic young woman, she definitely won't like you. Although I said I'd help you, it's better not to do something hopeless like this."

Qin Ze was taken aback, stroking his chin and pondering, "A literary and artistic young woman, huh..."

He was lost in thought, not knowing what he was thinking.

Qin Baobao felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. He used to retort with sharp words, but now his thoughts and attention were all on Wang Zijing. He even said "not thinking about it for the time being" and "letting nature take its course."

All lies.

July 13th, the day "I Am A Singer" premiered. As one of the most popular variety shows, it has a massive fan base.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Ze and Wang Zijing returned from a stroll after lunch. They opened their laptop to browse the internet, and several news apps were continuously pushing news about "I Am A Singer." The public relations work had done enough foreplay. The netizens' comments were also lively:

"Ahhh, it's starting, it's starting."

"So excited, so excited."

"Waited a whole year."

"The singers from the previous season were all very talented. Although they weren't very famous, or were past their prime, their singing skills were amazing, and the song adaptations were also very good."

"I wonder which singers will be invited to participate in the show this season."

"Basically, any song that appears on 'I Am A Singer' can rank in the top ten of the Music Billboard. I haven't had a favorite song for a long time, looking forward to it, looking forward to it."

"A feast for the ears, tonight at 9:30, don't miss it on Dragon TV."

"Gonna play a few games first, then watch the show. Manual emoji."

"TM, a garbage show, all they do is adapt songs, don't they have their own original songs? So trash. And so many people are chasing after it, the most speechless thing is, the guests are either past their prime, or third or fourth rate. Can't they invite a pretty girl?"

Below were replies: "The poster is an idiot, goodbye poster."

"If you don't like it, you can get lost, no one is forcing you to watch."

"China has so many trolls like you, that's why the overall quality is so low."

"Looking for a scolding, huh."

"MDZZ."

"You need a 250 intelligence card."

"It's true that there are no beauties, after all, not all beauties can sing. But, do you think original songs are that easy? Do you think classic songs just come out of nowhere? Adaptation is already not easy."

"Seeing so many people scolding you, I feel relieved."

"Who said there are no beauties, isn't the host Yin Jia beautiful?"

"People like the poster just deserve to be scolded."

"I have a mmp I don't know if I should say it."

Qin Ze shifted his gaze from the screen and asked Wang Zijing, "Qin Baobao finished recording a few days ago, but she didn't give us a hint, did she get eliminated?"

Wang Zijing, who knew all day long to chase dramas, reluctantly raised her head and said with amusement, "What's Baobao's temper like, don't you know? If she gets eliminated, she will definitely take it out on us."

Qin Ze laughed, "That's true."

At 7:30 in the evening, Qin Baobao got off work and returned home, kicked off her high heels, and said hurriedly, "Quick, quick, turn on the TV."

Wang Zijing chided, "Put your slippers on first."

Saying that, she got up and turned on the TV.

"Hey, Baobao, why can't I turn on the TV?" Wang Zijing pressed the remote for a long time, but the LCD screen remained blue, with no picture.

Qin Baobao, wearing slippers, came over with a pitter-patter, fiddled with the TV for a long time, unplugged and plugged it back in, and restarted the signal receiver, but the TV was stubborn and insisted on the blue screen.

"What's wrong? It was fine a few days ago, but it's unreliable at a critical moment, just like Qin Ze," Qin Baobao said angrily, her eyebrows raised.

Qin Ze was sitting on the sofa studying stock trading knowledge. Hearing this, he protested, "Hey, why are you putting the blame for the TV on me? That's too much."

"Then you fix the TV," Qin Baobao raised her pointed chin.

"I didn't study electrical and mechanical maintenance," Qin Ze said, expressing his helplessness. With the System, he was undoubtedly all-powerful, and a skill book could solve anything. But he wouldn't exchange a skill book for "fixing the TV for his sister." Missions are hard to come by, and Points are even harder to come by, so he had to cherish them.

"Then am I wrong? Am I wrong?" Qin Baobao walked over aggressively, venting her anger by pinching Qin Ze's arm.

The siblings engaged in a fierce martial arts fight on the sofa. As expected, Qin Ze won a complete victory, twisting his sister's wrists and pressing her onto the sofa. His sister flopped around like a fish, but to no avail.

"Qin Ze, let go, I forgive you," Qin Baobao shouted.

"Tch, I'm the one who doesn't forgive you."

"Zijing, come and save me."

Wang Zijing watched the fun from the side, giggling and waving her hands, "This is your family affair, I can't interfere."

"If you don't save me, I'll reveal all your secrets," Qin Baobao threatened.

"I have no secrets."

"Are you sure?"

Wang Zijing thought carefully, her bright eyes looked at Qin Ze, and she whispered, "How about sparing your sister's life?"

"Okay," Qin Ze gave her face and released his sister's hand.

Qin Baobao rubbed her wrist, glared at him fiercely, looked at Wang Zijing again, and sat lonely in the corner of the sofa, looking desolate and loveless, pretending to be resentful, "Parents are not as close as a wife. Brothers and sisters are not as good as a wife."

Qin Ze muttered, "Crazy."

Wang Zijing smiled.

The TV was on strike, so they could only wait for the online version at twelve o'clock. Although it was more than two hours late, they shouldn't underestimate online clicks. Who watches TV these days?

Qin Ze was full of energy and could easily stay up all night. Qin Baobao, who had a very regular life, was drowsy. At first, she squinted with a pillow in her arms, then her head kept tilting, tilting, until it tilted onto Qin Ze's shoulder.

Wang Zijing was in a similar situation. She also wanted to sleep, but it was her bestie's "debut show" in her acting career, so she couldn't yawn and go back to her room to sleep. She was also holding on, almost leaning her head on Qin Ze several times, but forcibly stopped herself. She wasn't Qin Baobao. Qin Baobao could kiss Qin Ze openly.

She couldn't do it.

Qin Ze put his arm around his sister's Xiao Man Yao, smelling the faint fragrance on her body, quietly waiting for time to pass.

At twelve o'clock, the online version started.

Wang Zijing's spirits lifted, and she sat up straight.

Qin Baobao was awakened by her brother, her eyes red, and the shimmering light in her eyes reflected the light from the computer screen.

"It's starting, it's starting." She said happily.