On Friday, the second episode of "I Am A Singer" aired.
At nine in the evening, Qin Baobao, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and hot pants, bent over and fiddled with the LCD television.
"Qin Ze, why isn't the TV fixed yet?" Qin Baobao asked in a coquettish voice.
After working at it for ages without success, she was drenched in sweat, yet the TV showed no sign of improving.
Qin Ze lay on the sofa scrolling through forums and said absentmindedly, "The repairman said something seemed to have burned out."
"Then why didn't he fix it?" Qin Baobao demanded.
"He wanted Five Hundred Ocean Coins. I didn't let him repair it. I gave him fifty yuan for the visit and sent him away."
"Five Hundred Ocean Coins?" Qin Baobao's heart ached.
Five hundred yuan was enough for the three of them to eat for a week.
"Fine, fine. Once I become a big star, I'll put dozens of TVs in the house and let them break." She flung herself onto the sofa, draped one foot over Wang Zijing's slender thigh, and said weakly, "So we have to watch the online version again tonight?"
Wang Zijing said timidly, "Bao Bao, can I go to sleep? I'm really tired today."
Qin Baobao rolled over and sat up, throwing an arm around Wang Zijing with carefree familiarity. "Tired from what? It's Friday today, and tomorrow's the weekend. You can sleep as long as you want."
Wang Zijing shot Qin Ze a helpless look.
Qin Ze immediately understood.
"Oh? Since when did you two start making eyes at each other? Right in front of me, too." Qin Baobao said in a strange tone. "Zijing, my little brother is quite outstanding. Why let the good stuff go to outsiders? I'm giving him to you."
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