You sell swords, I go crazy, join hands to rectify the entertainment industry

Next to the artificial pond in Qiao's Manor.

In the shade shaded by greenery, three deckchairs are lined up side by side.

An old man, a young man and a young man were lying on the reclining chairs from left to right, each holding a fishing rod in his hand.

The three of them almost seemed to be carved out of the same mold from their clothes to their shapes to their postures.

"..."

"..."

"..."

The breeze gently blew across the calm water surface, causing ripples at the beginning, and the three figures seemed to have settled down without moving.

"—"

Suddenly, the buoy in the middle moved.

In the blink of an eye, the fishing rod swung suddenly, and the transparent fishing line as thin as a hair jumped out of the water with a lively carp.

"Qi Yu Aunt!"

Qiao Xinxin held a children's fishing rod with a short section in her hand, and looked at the little aunt beside her who was pulling the rod neatly with starry eyes:

"Wow! You are amazing!"

"Tsk..."

Jiang Qiyu put away the rod, untied the small fry that was only as long as her index finger from the hook, and frowned slightly dissatisfied:

"Why so small?"

Then, under the shocked eyes of the old and the young on both sides,

Holding the small fish with his left hand, he slowly raised his right hand——

"clap clap"

She flicked her bow left and right, and mercilessly shook the little fish's big lovers.

Then, pointing at the unlucky little fry that was stunned, he solemnly warned:

"Go, call me your adults."

After finishing speaking, without the slightest hesitation, he swung one hand——

"Boom-"

The little fish that suffered an indiscriminate disaster because of gluttony was thrown back into the pond...

"..."

Qiao Xinxin, who was stunned in place, blinked her eyes twice, and looked at the grandfather who was also shocked:

"In this way, can it remember?"

"..."

On the other side, Mr. Qiao secretly glanced at the few big fish in the bucket at Jiang Qiyu's feet.

He looked down at the pitifully small fish fry in the bucket in front of him again, and frowned tightly:

"There must be something wrong..."

When the old man was wondering why he was not as good as a little girl after fishing for half his life, he heard the sound of the fishing rod piercing the air again.

"call out--"

The hook with the bait entered the water accurately, Jiang Qiyu moved the position of the float slightly, and put the fishing rod on the bracket.

"oops......"

With a long sigh, he changed to a more comfortable position and lay down on his back again.

Take out your phone, click on Weibo, and choose the private message from your nearest contact.

[Everyone is sb, what is there to argue about]: [Screenshot]

[Everyone is sb, what's there to argue about]: How do you say?

[Private diary of a pure female anchor]: Hiss——this is hard to comment.

To say that although this parallel world is different from what she experienced before, there are still some places that haven't changed much.

Just like the diary teacher Gu Xunjian.

Although he won an award for participating in "The Great Era 4" before, the internal entertainment was only a flash in the pan, and soon fell silent because of the unspoken rules and the black material supported by the gold master.

Later, he retired from the industry and transformed, and went back to be a beauty blogger. After more than two years, he has attracted many fans.

And the trumpet she used to surf and scold Lu Heng also changed from "Private Diary of Pure Female Star" to "Private Diary of Pure Female Anchor".

The two have similar temperaments and three views. Gu Xunjian also likes to solve emotional problems for others. It just so happens that Jiang Qiyu really has emotional problems.

After going back and forth, they soon became acquainted again.

[Everyone is sb, what's there to argue about]: He said fuck off, there must be some meaning in it.

[Private diary of a pure female anchor]: Teacher sb, he scolded you to get out, you still don't understand what that means?

[Everyone is sb, what's there to argue about]: I've thought about it for a long time.

[Everyone is sb, what's there to argue about]: The word "roll" is three points of water, does this mean that his longing for me is as turbulent as a rolling river?

[Everyone is sb, what's there to argue about]: I'm a little touched, I don't know what he is doing now.

【Private diary of a pure female anchor】:......

[Private Diary of Pure Female Anchor]: Please, Mr. SB, can you give me half of your optimism [grievance]

[Private diary of a pure female anchor]: If it's not possible, why don't you go meet him in person?

[Everyone is sb, what's there to argue about]: Good idea.

After Jiang Qiyu sent this sentence, she immediately put away her phone.

Naturally, I didn't see Teacher Diary's next sentence [Maybe your fantasy will be shattered after meeting you? 】

"..."

She turned her head to look at Mr. Qiao who was still sighing at her fishing skills, and said solemnly:

"Grandpa, I want to come back."

"what?"

Mr. Qiao didn't react for a while, and looked up suspiciously:

"Pay what?"

"Work hard," she squeezed her fists, and looked into the distance with a firm face:

"Take back everything that belongs to me!"

"..."

A month later.

An unusually eye-catching dark green limited edition Porsche 911 was parked at the exit of the airport in City A.

It attracted passers-by to look sideways, and when they saw the car, they unconsciously opened their eyes wide again.

City a is the capital of the country, so there is no shortage of luxury cars on the road.

What is surprising is that the license plate number of this Porsche 911——

【Beijing a · sb886】

What is even more shocking is that an electric suitcase with its own bgm is carrying a woman with a good figure and an exquisite face.

He came galloping from the exit of the airport at high speed.

Seeing the young woman appear, the driver of the Porsche 911 immediately got out of the car and waited beside him.

After a month of raising delicacies at Qiao's house, Jiang Qiyu's gloomy and sickness disappeared, and her whole body returned to the previous state of vigor and vitality.

When he saw the familiar sb car at the exit, his originally flying eyebrows and eyes slightly curved.

Refusing the driver's help, she stuffed the suitcase into the front cover of the sports car with one hand, took the car keys and bent down to sit in the main driver.

Then, he lowered the co-pilot's window, poked his head out and said to the driver standing respectfully by the side of the road:

"Brother, get in the car."

The driver waved his hand immediately after hearing the words: "Miss Biao, you don't need to, I can—"

It's just that before I finished my refusal, I saw the delicate woman in the car showing a shy smile:

"No, I don't know the way."

"Return... good cousin."

After the driver in suit and leather shoes got on the co-driver, the Porsche 911, which was extremely cool from the body to the license plate, immediately ejected and started with a "boom".

It quickly disappeared from people's sight...

30 seconds later.

The roaring sound approached, and the Porsche that had just driven out turned around and turned back.

past the original position,

With a "whoosh", it headed in the completely opposite direction...