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

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Jiang Cheng was enjoying his meal when he suddenly sensed a tense atmosphere in the living room, as if a murderous aura was approaching.

"Why go to high school? Go to a vocational school instead."

The uncle-in-law snorted coldly.

The younger sister glared at her husband and said helplessly, "I originally wanted her to go to Fudan High School like Jingjing. She usually does well in school, but she messed up her high school entrance exam. Now she's studying at Anan High School."

Annan High School is only average.

The old man pointed at his nephew with his chopsticks and said, "The middle school entrance exam and the college entrance exam are major events that determine one's life. It's like a fish leaping over the dragon gate. You're still young and don't understand now, but you'll understand later."

"A good high school determines which university you will attend, and a good university determines your future life."

Jiang Cheng retorted, "These days it's all about who your father is. I was already at a disadvantage from the moment I was born."

My uncle-in-law exploded, "What did you say? I'll beat you to death, you brat!"

The old man waved his hand to stop his brother-in-law, and said earnestly:

"Since you know you've already lost at birth, why not work hard later in life?"

Jiang Cheng was still unconvinced: "My cousin went to an ordinary university, I have a role model, I'm not afraid."

Qiao Yu slashed at his scalp.

Jiang Cheng immediately changed his tune: "My cousin went to Fudan University, but she still became a star after graduation. She's not even as good as those art school students."

Qiao Jingjing slashed at her scalp.

Jiang Cheng added, "That's why I'll go to arts school and become a star in the future..."

Seeing that her uncle-in-law had also raised his hand to slap her, she quickly lowered her head and ate without saying a word.

The meal lasted until 2 p.m.

The two uncles were defeated by their juniors.

My uncle sings Peking Opera when he's drunk.

My uncle-in-law is a better drinker; when he gets drunk, he just lies down on the ground.

It's like a dead dog, no matter how much you call it, it won't wake up.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please look."

"what is this?"

"This is a fly whisk made by a raccoon dog."

"what do you mean."

"This item is kept in the palace, which can serve as a constant reminder to be prepared for danger even in times of peace."

My uncle speaks with a strong Beijing accent; he spent many years in Beijing when he was young.

The aunt helped her staggering husband toward the door, soothing him as she did so:

"Your Majesty, please don't look! Your Majesty, please don't look! Let's go home quickly!"

Qiao's mother helped to support her.

On the other side, the old man carried his uncle out the door.

Jiang Cheng and Su Wei'an waved goodbye, "Cousin, Cousin, goodbye."

Qiao Yu squinted: "Goodbye."

Qiao Jingjing nudged her younger brother, "Are you alright?"

Qiao Yu let out a loud burp, and the smell of alcohol made Qiao Jingjing cover her nose.

Qiao Yu laughed heartily: "Waiter, ten more jars, please."

Then he buried his face in Qiao Jingjing's arms.

Qiao Jingjing quickly helped Qiao Yu up.

I thought to myself, thank goodness I'm magnanimous, otherwise I wouldn't be able to handle this drunkard.

Qiao Yu pushed Qiao Jingjing away again, blushing as he sang loudly:

"I don't believe you can't fly away after one bottle of Erguotou. I'm ready to drink as much as you can..."

Qiao Jingjing coaxed her younger brother, "Okay, okay, I'll keep you company. Let's go somewhere else to continue drinking. Come with your sister."

What song is this?

It sounds quite interesting.

"Let's fight to the end today, don't be afraid of getting tired, even if we cough up blood at dawn, we won't go back."

Qiao Yu started howling again.

"Brother, you've worked hard. You and your two uncles are both badly injured. I'll reward you with a sweet kiss when I turn around."

Qiao Jingjing continued to coax her.

Qiao Jingjing helped her drunken brother walk towards the room.

Passing by the restroom, Qiao Yu pushed his sister away and rushed to the toilet to vomit violently.

Qiao Jingjing quickly followed and gently patted his back.

"If you can't drink, then drink less."

Qiao Jingjing complained.

It was the first time she had seen her younger brother completely drunk.

The old man didn't forbid his children from drinking.

However, Qiao Yu has had a weak stomach since childhood and rarely drinks alcohol.

"Let me help you back to your room to rest."

Qiao Jingjing flushed the toilet, washing away the vomit her brother had made.

Qiao Yu suddenly shook off her hand, raised his bloodshot eyes, and shouted:

"Sister? I don't have a sister, I don't have a sister."

"Then who am I, your mother?"

Qiao Jingjing said irritably.

Qiao Yu stared at her for a long time, then chuckled foolishly:

"You're a girl, a pretty girl."

"Looks like he's really drunk."

Qiao Jingjing was too lazy to argue with her drunken brother. "Fine, I'm a girl, I'm a girl, okay?"

My younger brother and his two uncles drank two bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor) and more than a dozen bottles of beer.

Qiao Yu shook off his sister's hand again and chuckled:

"Hey girl, do you have a boyfriend?"

"If you don't have one, would you mind having one?"

"If you have one, how about we get another one?"

"What do you think of me? Will you consider me?"

Qiao Jingjing thought to herself, "Are you really drunk? Your speech is quite clear."

She replied casually, "No, no, I don't want to for now. Forget about it. I'm your older sister, I can't be your younger sister, or I'll be drowned in a pig cage."

Qiao Yu stared at her for a while, then vomited again.

Qiao Jingjing covered her nose and patted his back.

After vomiting, Qiao Yu dozed off by the toilet.

Qiao Jingjing tried her best to support him; she couldn't let him sleep there.

What if you get thirsty and take a sip from it?

People who are drunk are most likely to be thirsty.

Qiao Jingjing said, "I'll take you back to your room; there are girls waiting there."

Qiao Yu was delighted to hear this.

She went back to her room with her sister.

Passing by Qiao Jingjing's room, I went straight in.

He kept muttering, "Where's the girl? Where's the girl?"

Qiao Jingjing pulled him out with all her might, using a combination of coaxing and deception:

"There are no girls here, the girls are next door."

"Liar!"

Qiao Yu suddenly pushed his sister away, staggering, his face full of anger, "Mom said my sister is right here, right here, you, you... don't try to lie to me."

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Qiao Jingjing was stunned.

Looking at her younger brother, whose face was flushed and who was delirious.

She recalled an old incident from many years ago.

Qiao Yu was an ordinary person since childhood. Although he was somewhat handsome, there was no harm without comparison.

Qiao Jingjing was adorable and pink when she was a child.

Wherever she goes, adults praise her, making her parents feel very proud.

Compared to her older sister, her younger brother is like the ugly duckling.

When Qiao Jingjing was a child, she liked to show off her superiority in front of her younger brother and make fun of him so that he would never be able to find a wife.

Annoyed by the noise, Qiao Yu ran to his mother to complain.