My Sister is a Big Star

  Qin Ze has fallen into a state of madness these days, writing the script until late at night, and then pushing it all over again, racking his brains to conceive the plot, highlighting the distinctive part of the script.

  It is difficult.

  Super hard.

  The time left by the system is running out. He can’t spend months or even years conceiving a script like other screenwriters.....Cross it out. The screenwriters are so careful that they won’t be rotten in China.

  Although he is a science student, he is very good at writing essays. After all, he is an award-winning boss in junior high school, and he has enjoyed the envy and admiration of the "pen" of the girls in the class.

  Writing texts and scripts are completely different.

  Before modifying the scripts of "A Westward Journey" and "True Yellow Legend", I didn't find it difficult. Instead, I was complacent because I found out the logical loopholes in the script.

  There is nothing difficult, that's it.

  When he started to create scripts from scratch, he realized that it was a very difficult and brain-burning thing.

  His current situation is like the difference between some traditional writers and online writers.

  Traditional writers can spend several years writing slowly, and have enough time to settle and consider. However, web authors need to code two chapters a day, code to exhaustion of thoughts, code to kidney deficiency, code every day, no hesitate to burst the liver...

  Then the reader said lightly: boring, abandoned.

  What a special thing.

  "The best way is to experience the feeling of schizophrenia." The system gave him an idea.

   "It's not this, now the script can't be written," Qin Ze said distressed: "I don't know anything about the world of fine comrades."

   "That's right, even if you are proficient in acting, you don't know how to act." System said.

   "So, can the task be withdrawn?"

"You think too much."

  Simulate patients, finely separate patients!

  Qin Ze read a few silently, walked to the mirror in the closet, and looked at the tall and handsome face of himself in the mirror.

  He saw a big "Handsome!" written on his face

  How to be a male **** if you are not handsome, do you rely on talent? Give me a break.

  He kept thinking, what is it like for patients who are finely divided?

crazy? extreme?

  Two selves?

  Close your eyes, open your eyes after a few seconds.

"Girl, from the first sight of you, I know that you are the other half of my life." At this time, Qin Ze's eyes are permanent and deep, his eyes are slightly squinted, and his expression is focused and affectionate: "The Buddha said, the previous life. Five hundred times of looking back at him in exchange for a passing time, I believe that our previous lives must be inseparable."

At the next moment, Qin Ze’s affectionate and focused expression collapsed, and his timeless and deep gaze turned into a hideous look: "Hahaha, Xiaobi...Chi, I think you are your blessing, uncle, wait for uncle me to come. You, the Buddha said that you looked back five hundred times in your previous life in exchange for a passing time in this life. In our situation, we must be old in our previous life, wow hahaha, you call it, no one will come to save you. No one can escape under King Heze's crotch..."

   Rampant laughter echoed in the room.

  At this moment, the light from the corner of his eye suddenly saw a figure at the door.

   "Hahahahaha...hiccup!"

  Qin Ze’s laughter disappeared suddenly, as if someone had caught his throat and got stuck. Turning his head stiffly, it was Sister Zijin, and Sister Zijin was standing at the door.

  I’m rubbing, she won’t sleep in the middle of the night, so why is she standing in front of my door?

  I...the door is not closed?

  The prince looked at him blankly, with a strange and complicated expression.

  Shocked, stunned, unbelievable, and sluggish...translated into one sentence: I did not expect you to be such a dog.

   "I, I didn't bother you." Wang Ziying hugged the pillow in his arms tightly, a little timid, and said: "I just passed by, first, go back to sleep..."

   Ziying sister turned around, and walked away like her **** burned.

  The thief is embarrassed!

  Qin Ze stretched out his hand, making a gesture of retention, but after all he didn't say anything embarrassed.

  There is silence in the room.

  So ashamed, so ashamed...

  I'm just acting, I'm just trying to experience patients with precision.

  But just because he has mastered the proficiency, he can imagine how terrible the face he broke just now, and will it cause any psychological shadow on sister Zijin?

  This is more ashamed and embarrassing than playing **** and licking your nose in private and being hit by a girlfriend.

  Second Battalion Commander, where's your Italian gun?

   Shoot me fast, shoot me fast.

   No face to meet people, 嘤嘤嘤.

   "How to put it, although the acting is a bit exaggerated, but you do grasp the madness of the fine patient at the onset of the disease." The system comforted.

  Qin Ze: "..."

  .......

  The prince slid back to the room, covered his head and fell asleep, telling himself that it was an illusion, and what he saw just now was an illusion.

  But Qin Ze's savage and crazy face lingered in her mind.

  Is he like Aze?

  Is it so scary?

  This kind of feeling is like having a virtuous and lovely girlfriend, but it turns out that she is actually a mad woman. It is hard to feel at ease.

   So she slipped out of the room again and opened the door of Baby Qin's room.

  The three of them never lock the door at home, which is especially convenient for night attacks.

  At eleven o'clock in the night, Baby Qin was already asleep, covered with a thin quilt, with his back facing the door, and a graceful body curve could be vaguely seen.

   Wang Ziying closes the door, turns on the lights, lifts the quilt to go to bed, and shakes Baby Qin.

   "What are you doing, sleeping well..." Baby Qin opened his eyes in a daze, muttering unhappy.

   "I don't know if I should say something." Wang Ziyan hesitated.

  "Don't say anything that shouldn't be said, go to sleep." Baby Qin pulled up the quilt to cover her head, and hit her by pushing her butt.

   "But I don't say that I don't have a bottom in my heart." Prince Jin said mysteriously: "It has something to do with Aze."

  Baby Qin got his head out of the bed, half of his face was blocked by his messy hair, and the other half was not blocked. There was a bright fluttering eye with Qiubo and asked: "What's the matter?"

  The prince said: "I saw him in the room just now, in the room..."

  Baby Qin lifted up and laughed, "He was in the room?"

  My brother is a twenty-four man, he hasn’t had a girlfriend yet, he must be hungry and thirsty, hehehe.

Wang Zijin lightly knocked on her chestnut, and said with an aura: "It's much more terrifying than this. I just...passed by his door and saw him standing in front of the mirror with a terrible expression and a bit unbearable. Then he laughed. In short, it's like a neuropathy, a brain disease."

  Of course she wouldn’t say that I was holding a pillow to sleep with your brother.

  Recently, they slept together every day, either Qin Ze crawled over in the middle of the night, or Wang Zijin crawled over in the middle of the night.

  Anyway, Baby Qin's body is very good, he usually doesn't get up at night, and wakes up late in the morning, their little movements will not be exposed.

  Wang Zizhen is afraid of being sunk, but she also wants to be intimate with her boyfriend, and sometimes she is very proactive.

   "Oh." Baby Qin put on the quilt to cover his head dumbly.

  Prince Yan: "..."

   "Oh?" Wang Ziyan pulled down the quilt and squeezed the girl's face hard: "Your brother is crazy, you are so calm?"

  Baby Qin rolled his eyes and said, "He must be acting."

  "How do you say?" Wang Zijin asked.

"He said he was going to make an unpopular, but word-of-mouth movie, the subject was a mentally ill person. Didn't he find that he is always wandering around the world recently, is he in a daze when doing things? He is thinking about the script. Making a fuss, sleeping, women staying up all night, yes My skin is not good. My sister doesn’t have a boyfriend yet, so I need to take good care of it."

  Pull up the quilt again.

   "That's it..." Prince Yan realized that he was relieved.

  My boyfriend is fine.

   "If you don't sleep, go back to your room if you don't sleep, and turn off the light if you sleep." Qin Baobao pushed her girlfriend's abdomen.

   "Sleep, I haven't slept with you for a long time, miss my sister." Wang Ziyan hehehehe.

   "pop", turn off the light.

  Prince Ying quickly got into the bed, hugged Baby Qin from behind, and said viciously: "Little Niangpi, who has such a big breast all day long, who will show it to you? My sister will rub it for you to see if it is a parallel product."

  Baby Qin screamed: "It hurts, don't pinch."

   "Ouch."

   "Hmm...hmm...?"

  .......

   "Such a big butt, who will show it to me, yell, it feels pretty good."

   "Prince, don't make trouble, I want to sleep, why are you so skinny today."

  "You give me a rub, and then go to sleep."

   "Where did you learn the poems."

  Your brother...