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

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Upon sensing the change in his sister's tone, Qiao Yu laughed repeatedly:

"Yes, of course I'm willing. If you want a song, I'll write one."

"Even if you want the stars in the sky, I'll pluck them down for you."

Qiao Yu knows Qiao Jingjing like he knows his own younger brother... That's a bit of an inappropriate analogy.

In recent days, Qiao Jingjing has been thinking about the wet kiss her younger brother gave her.

My face felt like it was on fire.

I feel like my role as the older sister is gradually going astray, and I have to find a way to turn the tide.

He would sometimes scare his younger brother into moving back home.

Qiao Yu coaxed her, and she thought she had something on her brother.

I feel like I've become a "proper" older sister again.

Forehead...

The people in the conference room listened with strange expressions.

In my mind, pianists should all be as elegant and noble as gentlemen.

And do they have strong personalities?

But when it comes to Qiao Jingjing's younger brother, the style is a bit off.

Now he's smiling so obsequiously.

"What song do you want?" Qiao Yu asked.

"As long as it sounds nice."

Qiao Jingjing wasn't quite sure either.

"Let's fight back."

Qiao Yu had a sudden inspiration.

"No."

Qiao Jingjing immediately rejected the song upon hearing it.

She had heard Qiao Yu yell this song in the bathroom; it wasn't a song suitable for a woman to sing.

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116. Giving Su Jinbei a massage; Wildflowers always smell sweeter than garden flowers.

“You know Zhang Yutong, right? The big singer Zhang Yutong. You should write songs in the same style as hers,” Qiao Jingjing said loudly.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"You're faking your death, aren't you?"

Qiao Jingjing was a little angry.

My little brother was not well-behaved at all today.

"Listen again, listen again, I'll search on Baidu who Zhang Yutong is."

Qiao Yu quickly responded.

"Uh..."

This is so awkward.

The conference room fell silent instantly.

Zhang Yutong's lips twitched.

The others pretended not to hear.

Qiao Jingjing covered her phone and forced a smile: "I... my brother doesn't usually follow the entertainment industry."

Zhang Yutong forced a smile: "A piano master, an artist..."

On the other end of the phone, Qiao Yu muttered, "This woman is quite pretty, but her singing style is a bit unorthodox."

Not very proper?

Zhang Yutong almost coughed up blood.

"Her signature song was a love song, then she mainly focused on rap, and later she even tried rock. Wow, she really knows how to have fun."

"Her style keeps changing, which one is her style?"

Qiao Yu's voice was loud as he complained on the phone.

The conference room was silent.

"This is a typical case of someone who knows a little bit about everything but is not proficient in anything."

"Your personal style isn't very distinctive, sister..."

Qiao Jingjing, her face burning, interrupted Qiao Yu, "Don't speak yet."

She forced a smile and said, "I'm sorry, that's just how my brother is, sharp-tongued but soft-hearted."

Zhang Yutong forced a smile and said, "I understand, I understand."

Others really didn't know how to react.

Awkward silence.

The young assistant was trying hard to suppress her laughter.

Oh my gosh, the grand pianist is hilarious.

Zhang Yutong said timidly, "Love songs would be best."

She looked a little embarrassed and couldn't let the siblings continue talking.

It's like a stand-up comedy routine; it's too vulgar.

Qiao Jingjing relayed the request to her younger brother, and added:

"Ideally, there should be a new song within two days, as time is tight."

Qiao Yu said, "No need, I'll give it to you now."

Qiao Jingjing was taken aback.

Zhang Yutong was taken aback.

The two agents were taken aback.

What does this mean?

Do you mean you're going to write a song right now?

do you mean this?

Qiao Jingjing said angrily, "Don't joke around, I'm talking to you about serious matters."

Qiao Yu said, "I'm not joking."

Zhang Yutong asked with surprise and doubt: "Do you have samples?"

Qiao Jingjing relayed the message to Qiao Yu.

"I don't have a sample, but I'll sing it for you a cappella."

"If you think it's okay, I'll write the sheet music for you when we get home."

As Qiao Yu spoke, he casually opened the system points mall.

I redeemed a love song I listened to last night.

Points are valuable, but if they could erase the "Sister Pa" incident from that night...

He is still willing.

After all, this is necessary to proceed to the next step.

Qiao Jingjing turned on speakerphone and placed the phone on the table: "You sing."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then the singing began, so excellent that it caught everyone off guard.

"I've felt the evening breeze that you've felt,"

"Then does that count as us hugging?"

"But as if waking from a dream, both hands were empty,"

"My heart is empty."

"..."

Everyone's expressions changed.

Amazing, shocking, bewildered, unbelievable...

How can there be such a person?

He sang one great song after another as if they were free, effortlessly.

Many composers dedicate their entire lives to creating only a few masterpieces.

Zhang Yutong rushed to the phone, her voice filled with excitement and anticipation:

"What's the name of this song?"

Zhang Yutong has good taste; Qiao Yu's singing is amazing.

It was definitely a product that could become a hit for a while, no less popular than what came later.

"You are..."

Qiao Yu on the other end was taken aback.

"Hello, I am Zhang Yutong. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Qiao."

Zhang Yutong introduces herself.