Movie/TV: How could my sister be Qiao Jingjing?

The old man, true to his reputation as a ruthless man, took the opportunity to cut off Qiao Yu's living expenses.

Say that since you like managing your brother's money so much.

Why don't you pay for his living expenses?

The older sister's attempt to steal a chicken backfired, so she raised Qiao Yu for two years.

There's a reason why Qiao Jingjing always says, "Your sister raised you with so much care and love."

"The marketing manager from Jiaxing talked to me again, wanting to buy the copyrights to those songs."

Qiao Jingjing kicked her younger brother under the table.

"If it's online copyright, then no."

Qiao Yu kicked her back.

This morning, the official platform of the Music Billboard called.

The two sides have had previous and pleasant working relationships.

Qiao Yu sold the foam.

The money earned was deposited back into the secret stash.

Qiao Jingjing delivered a series of Foshan Shadowless Kicks without changing her expression, and said calmly:

"Other copyrights, such as KTV content and CDs, etc. The price offered by Jiaxing is also reasonable, with both buyout and revenue sharing options."

"After all, my sister is an artist from Jiaxing... (ahef)... Ah!"

Qiao Jingjing cried out in pain, her eyes welling up with tears.

She was kicked in the ankle by Qiao Yu.

Su Jinbei, who was watching from the sidelines, glanced down at the underside of the table.

She pursed her lips, thinking, "Well, all her words were for nothing."

At this moment, the older sister, who had suffered a great loss, angrily lunged at Qiao Yu, determined to reclaim her dignity.

Qiao Yu was in the wrong a few days ago.

They only parried, not resisted.

The two sides attacked and defended each other, fighting for more than ten rounds.

Qiao Jingjing seized the opportunity and straddled Qiao Yu's lap.

His sharp finger pierced Qiao Yu's nostril.

Qiao Yu turned his head away, feeling that he could no longer give in to his sister.

This woman takes advantage of any opportunity to provoke others.

He unleashed his ultimate move, pointing his fingers like a sword, striking his sister's waist.

Qiao Jingjing's vital point was attacked, and her delicate body trembled.

Their momentum vanished instantly.

She panicked and got up from her brother's lap, trying to run away.

Qiao Yu pushed his sister back down.

Use both hands simultaneously, stabbing the left side first, then the right.

Qiao Jingjing screamed and shoved her younger brother, but she was no match for his strength and her body went limp.

Qiao Yu poked her, and she cried out, a sound that was both like crying and laughing: "Jin Bei... save me."

Qiao Yu knew that his sister's weakness was her waist.

One poke and she loses her fighting ability.

"I'm stuffed."

Su Jinbei decided to avoid seeing it and went to work with her bag on her back.

Qiao Yu was having a great time.

The older sister twisted and turned on his lap, but couldn't escape.

Qiao Jingjing was both crying and laughing, her face flushed.

She collapsed into her younger brother's arms and began to sob.

"sister?"

Qiao Yu immediately stopped and pushed her away.

Qiao Jingjing slapped his hand away and cried:

"You're just bullying me. Go back home now, I don't want to live with you anymore."

"You started it," Qiao Yu said in a low voice.

"You kicked me hard."

You kicked me first.

"I..." Qiao Jingjing was at a loss for words, and said resentfully, "Believe it or not, I'll report this to my father."

Qiao Yu pouted.

Qiao Jingjing wiped away her tears: "Quickly admit you're wrong."

"I was wrong."

Qiao Jingjing sniffed and got off her brother's lap.

I thought to myself, this is karma.

She was used to bullying her younger brother when they were young and didn't properly cultivate an image of authority as an older sister.

Now the situation has changed.

If it were me being bullied by him, and occasionally even taken advantage of in small ways...

……

Villa backyard.

"Raise your arms higher, and the way you're using your strength is wrong."

"When attacking, you must keep your wrist taut, otherwise you will injure your joints."

Qiao Yu, wearing boxing gloves, defended against Li Xuliang's fierce attacks while pointing out his mistakes in technique and power application.

For more than half a month.

Li Xuliang's grades have improved significantly.

However, compared to his rapid progress in fighting, it seems insignificant.

When Qiao Yu first met this kid.

Aside from a fierce and brute force, his moves were completely unorthodox, typical of a thug.

After this period of hard training.

Li Xuliang became a hoodlum who knew a few tricks.

Using the terminology of the Xianxia (fantasy martial arts) genre: miscellaneous disciple.

"Fighting is also an art, and it can be viewed from a scientific perspective."

The sayings we often use, such as "speed is the only way to win in martial arts" and "strength can overcome all techniques," can be analyzed and explained using mechanics.

"And the so-called martial arts manuals are even simpler. I divide them into three steps: body training, technique training, and returning to simplicity."

Qiao Yu earnestly instructed his disciples.

"Why don't you mention Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Deity Transformation, Tribulation Crossing, and Ascension?"

A few meters away on the steps, Huang Chengzi was crunching on a cucumber and rolled his eyes dramatically.

Her delicate, fair face showed disdain and contempt.

There was no need for Qiao Yu, the master, to speak.

Li Xuliang scolded, "The worst thing about practicing martial arts is having outsiders watching. Don't you understand the rules? Get lost."

Huang Chengzi rolled her eyes again and muttered:

"Crazy, possessed by demons."

She turned around and wiggled her little bottom as she walked back to the living room.

As soon as the girl left, Li Xuliang immediately put on a fawning smile:

"Master, please continue."

Qiao Yu nodded in satisfaction and continued to tease:

"Simply put, physical training is about toughening up the body. Without a strong body to support you, no matter how many routines you practice, they're just for show."

"Our great leader once said that health is the foundation of revolution."

Li Xuliang nodded repeatedly: "That makes sense, that makes sense. I've been feeling unusually good these past few days, and I feel a surge of primordial power in my dantian."

"Fortunately, it wasn't the Fenji evil energy, otherwise I would have had to expend my power to clear your meridians."

Qiao Yu continued his nonsense: "Practicing moves, as the name suggests, means practicing routines."

"Like in math class, the teacher will first teach you the formula. The formula is the routine. As long as you master the routine and practice diligently, you can become an expert."

"My master is truly a master. He effortlessly integrates martial arts and mathematics, far surpassing what I can achieve," Li Xuliang said.

"Even though students have mastered the math formulas, their test scores still vary greatly; top students get full marks, while struggling students fail. Why?"

"why?"

Li Xuliang followed his master's train of thought completely.

"That's foolish, because top students immerse themselves in a massive amount of practice questions."

"In other words, top students are clashing with all sorts of enemies, accumulating experience, and finally reaching the level of winning without using any moves."