My sister's live broadcast pushed me to the top of the world

Jiangcheng International Airport.

In the crowd of people coming and going, a young man with a model figure, wearing a white short top and casual trousers, whose back alone can attract the attention of passers-by, stopped with a suitcase and talked on his mobile phone.

"Hey! Jingyao, I just remembered that I forgot to turn off my computer. Can you come to my room and help me turn it off later?"

"Are you going to go out and broadcast the outdoors? Uh... is there a contradiction between the two? It doesn't take you long to turn off the computer."

"Okay, I understand. After this trip, I will definitely bring you a gift."

"A Prada bag? The Prada bag that they always say in the movies that no woman would dislike?"

"Okay, I'll remember that. I'll bring you blood from the duty-free shop."

After hanging up the phone, the young man put the phone into his pocket.

His name is Jingchen. He came to this parallel world by accident four years ago. Since he couldn't find the way back, he settled down here and went to college again for four years.

Unlike other time travelers, although he did not have any system to rely on, he found that he seemed to have firmly remembered all the works of his previous life. They were like roots engraved in his brain and were controlled by him.

So during these four years, he would occasionally record some of his wonderful works from his previous life for his own enjoyment.

There's no way around it. This world is mostly the same as other parts of the Earth, but the entertainment industry is completely different, or even very different.

At other times, he lived like a salted fish, eating, sleeping and amusing his sister.

Because just like in the original world, he is still a rich second-generation who can just eat and wait for death.

It's just that at that time, he wanted to be an ambitious young man who tried to break away from the halo of his parents.

As a result, after losing 130 million in three entrepreneurial ventures, he suddenly realized it.

Understand that being a salted fish might be what a rich second-generation should do.

So this time he had the most comfortable four years of college life and was ready to continue.

Today is the day of his graduation trip.

Like most Libras who like to be alone, he plans to spend his graduation trip alone.

"Flight zg520 to Siya City is about to take off. Passengers who have not yet boarded are requested to board as soon as possible."

The airport announced that the plane was about to take off, and Jingchen hurriedly picked up his suitcase and trotted away.

"Beautiful Siyya City, charming beaches, beautiful girls in bikinis, I'm here to accompany you!!!"

.....

At the same time, in a high-end villa.

A girl with long legs walked to the second floor of her villa with a live broadcast stand, and explained while looking at the barrage in the live broadcast room.

"Wait for me, guys. My brother forgot to turn off his computer when he went out for a trip. I'll turn it off for him before I take you guys out for some fun."

The girl's name is Jing Yao. She is a store exploration anchor. With her outstanding looks and the persona of a rich second-generation, she has gained a certain degree of popularity on the Internet.

So soon after the show started, thousands of fans flocked in.

These people also have some understanding of Jingchen's existence.

[Alas, the most hateful thing in this life is that I didn’t snatch my brother-in-law away when I was reincarnated, otherwise this miserable life would be mine. ]

[Add one to the above post, I only blame myself for not fighting hard when I was reincarnated. ]

[I added 10,000 ones to the above, just because I didn’t live up to expectations back then. 】

Looking at the replies in the barrage, Jing Yao laughed out loud. She was no longer surprised that her brother was called "brother-in-law".

"Brothers, you can't say that. Although you can't live a salted fish life like my brother, you can let your son live that kind of life, so please work hard to make money, come on!!!"

The barrage of comments immediately gave a unified reply---Sorry, Yaomei, my son doesn’t deserve it!

Seeing this, Jing Yao laughed again, and at the same time she came to the outside of Jing Chen's room.

"Brothers, we're here. Let me show you my brother's room. There are a lot of rare figures in there. I'll get a few of them out to draw for you if I have the chance."

A wave of barrage, Yaomei walked in a majestic manner.

Jing Yao happily pushed open the door, and a tidy house appeared in the live broadcast room.

"Brothers, although my brother is usually a lazy guy, he usually likes to clean his room by himself, and he keeps it very clean, which is worth praising."

Jing Yao praised and took out her phone to take a picture of the wall of figures in the room.

The expensive figures inside immediately set a new pace in the live broadcast room.

After happily letting them finish watching, Jingyao came to the computer.

"Ok?"

When I was about to shut down the computer, I suddenly saw three folders on the desktop.

They are named respectively as song collection, novel collection and film and television collection.

Out of curiosity, she opened the first folder and found that it was full of song titles she had never seen before.

Jing Yao raised his eyebrows and smiled wickedly: "Brothers, I seem to have discovered a little secret of my brother."

Turn your head and look at the barrage.

[Practicing Love? Lanting Preface? The Wind Rises? What kind of songs are these? Why haven't I heard any of them? Could it be that my brother-in-law wrote them himself? Damn, I can't believe that my brother-in-law, with his salty appearance, actually has the heart to be a singer, hahahahaha. ]

[The above, please don't mock my brother-in-law's pure heart for pursuing his dreams. Yao sister, please click play, I will help my brother-in-law upload it to the charts. ]

[That's right, let's enjoy my brother-in-law's singing. If you are hospitalized because of his singing, just remember to come and see me. I have reserved a bed in Qingshan Hospital in advance. ]

Seeing the screen full of ridicule, Jing Yao immediately stopped smiling.

For the sake of my own life, I decided it would be safer to mute the live broadcast before playing it again.

"Forget it. If I let you guys listen to it and spread the word, my brother will definitely kill me when he comes back, so I'd better test the poison myself. If it's barely acceptable, I'll let my brothers listen to it. If it's too toxic, well... you all know."

Ten seconds later, Jing Yao successfully muted the sound despite the roars from the barrage of comments, and picked up the mouse to click on the first song - Cultivate Love.

Then a pleasant piano prelude came into her ears.

"Ok?"

Jing Yao raised her eyebrows, somewhat surprised by the pleasantness of the prelude.

After a few seconds, a magnetic and sad male voice echoed in the room.

"Why should I be disappointed?"

"Hide your tears in your heart."

"The past doesn't lie, so don't bother with it."

"We don't need this between the two of us."

"I think...."

"Snapped!"

After five sentences, there is a space to pause the singing.

“Is this what my brother sang?”

Jingyao looked at a narcissistic photo hanging in the room.

It was hard to imagine that the brother who usually slacked off with her and often talked about living a life of idleness and waiting to die actually had such ability.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. It must be because I didn't listen carefully. That's right."

With a skeptical attitude, Jing Yao pressed the space bar again, and the song sounded again.

"The sadness of practicing love."

“Learn to let go of old desires.”

"It is so difficult to forget our beliefs."

"Appreciation from a distance, confusion from close up."

"Who said the sun would find the moon?"

"We can't imitate the love that others have..."

Hearing this, Jing Yao in front of the computer gradually became dazed.

The live broadcast room was already in chaos.

When Jingyao pressed the spacebar for the first time, they mocked her, thinking that Jingyao's voice was too unpleasant to listen to.

But when Jing Yao pressed the space bar for the second time, they began to feel something was wrong. They felt as if they had heard some extraordinary music.

[Is it a show effect? ​​I feel like Yao Mei doesn’t seem to dislike the song, but is obsessed with it.]

[I don’t care about the show effects, please unmute me, little sister Yao, I want to listen to my brother-in-law’s song! If you don’t unmute me, I won’t send you any more gifts.]

[That’s right, unmute Yao Xiaomei quickly! Otherwise, my husband will stop giving me gifts in the future. ]

【Remove it quickly!!!】

But no matter how crazy the comments were, Jing Yao remained indifferent. She even had a tear rolling down her eye as she listened.

This made the viewers in the live broadcast room even crazier and more curious. They changed from threatening in the beginning to surrendering. They gave gifts one after another to express their fault and begged Yao Xiaomei to give them a chance to listen to the song, even if they were poisoned to death.

When the live broadcast room was almost in the top ten in popularity, Jing Yao turned around and looked at the camera.

She was stunned when she saw the screen full of gifts. She couldn’t understand why the netizens were so crazy. Could it be that she made a mistake in muting the phone and they heard it?

But when she blocked the gifts and saw the barrage of comments on the screen, she immediately understood, quickly unmuted herself, and stood up with her hands folded to apologize.

"I'm sorry, brothers! It's just that my brother's singing is so good that it overturned my perception of him. If you heard it, you would definitely say 'Wow, it's so good!'"

At this moment, a plane flashed by, bringing with it a barrage of comments.

[Sister Yao, stop talking. In order to get you to unmute, I, your husband, have already given you the book of your future wife.]

Jing Yao's mouth twitched, and she quickly picked up the mouse and clicked play again.

The pleasant piano prelude then echoed in the live broadcast room.

A few minutes later.

"Fuck, that sounds so good!" filled the entire screen.