After Jing Jie joined the battle, the two annoying people were beaten to a black screen before they even had time to speak.
Seeing that the person who had been beaten to half-mutilation by them and couldn't even stand up before beat them to death within a few breaths, the two of them were stunned. I even forgot to say shit.
Jing Jie, on the other hand, went offline directly after helping his friend and quickly disposing of the two of them.
"It's really 6! You can already participate in the professional league at your level, have you signed up yet?"
Jing Jie lowered his head and picked the fingers of his left hand with his right hand, pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.
Jing Qian immediately understood what was going on.
She patted Jing Jie on the shoulder and said, "Just now you advised me not to give in, Xiao Jie, everyone's life is earned by themselves. If you like it, you should go on with confidence."
"But... Mom..."
"Then if mom asks me to forgive Jing Luo and ask me to give them resources while watching her fall in love with Qin Yi, should I give it?"
Jing Jie immediately raised his head, with anger in his eyes, he shook his head fiercely.
"That's it. Parents' wishes are only theirs. How we will go in the future should follow our heart."
Jing Jie was tempted by what Jing Qian said, so he nodded.
She has never had a younger brother, and Jing Qian still has a good impression of this first younger brother in her life. For this simple boy, even if she is not really his sister, she still wishes him well.
"Huh? Where's your painting? Why isn't there a single painting in this room?"
Jing Qian wandered around the room, but apart from various school supplies, there was not a single picture in the room. This is not normal for a boy who loves to draw.
"She won't even allow you to draw, will she?"
Jing Jie bowed his head, confirming Jing Qian's guess.
But he quickly raised his head, fiddled with the computer, and opened an invisible folder. Jing Qian discovered that there are many categories created in this folder.
Most of them turned out to be gowns and wedding dresses.
Jing Qian casually clicked on the folder of wedding dresses, and there are many types in it, such as fresh, beautiful, elegant, romantic, ancient court, Chinese style...
Clicking in one by one, after seeing the various designs inside, Jing Qian's eyes straightened.
"You can draw?"
Seeing the astonishment in her sister's eyes, Jing Jie nodded shyly.
Thinking of something, Jing Jie rummaged through the box and took out an invitation letter from a very inconspicuous corner.
When Jing Qian received it, she saw it was an invitation to the Chole Wedding Dress Contest.
Chole is the world's top wedding dress brand, and royal families and wealthy families all over the world will rush to book. Chole holds a promotion contest every three years. The top three contestants who won the competition can design a wedding dress with Chole's designers, or they can choose to become a member of Chole's wedding dress, enter Chole's interior to learn, and one day become a real top wedding dress designer.
No matter how you choose, it is not easy to get the invitation letter from Chole, and it is only a 17-year-old boy.
Jing Qian looked at Jing Jie: "Do they know?"
Jing Jie shook his head.
After all, Jing's mother only wanted Jing Jie to study, wanted him to stand out, and wanted him to be admitted to a university majoring in business administration, so that he could inherit Jing's father's company in the future.
Even if Jing's mother dotes on Jing Luo again, she and Jing's father have always felt that a boy should inherit the family business.
(end of this chapter)