My Hard-Working Skills Were Exposed, And The Police Asked Me To File For The Record

Chapter 1: Sister Live Streaming, Practice Hard

"Hello, viewers and friends in the live broadcast room."

In front of the camera, she looks sweet, with two small dimples, she frowns and smiles naturally, and the pure Fang Shu raises her hand to say hello.

She was wearing a sailor suit, white knee socks on her slender legs, and slippers on her feet, looking like a girl.

Since the live broadcast has just started, the number of viewers is limited.

But Fang Shu couldn't stand her sweet girl attire, she was good-looking, and attracted more than a hundred people when the live broadcast was first launched.

"As for me, I don't have anything to broadcast live, so I'll show you my big brother." Fang Shu said as she walked towards the closed door.

"My big brother is a very interesting person. Although he is at home all day, he has been busy all the time. He said that he is going to practice some hidden weapons? I will take everyone to have a look."

Barrages began to float in the live broadcast room.

[To be honest, we don’t want to see your big brother, we just need to see you. 】

[Practice hidden weapons? If I had such a younger sister at home, what kind of hidden weapon would I practice! 】

[Director of the Orthopedics Department of the Second Hospital: Young man, please send me the address, and I will send a car to pick you up. 】

[The anchor wants to live broadcast big brother practicing hidden weapons? Oh, don't watch it, goodbye everyone. 】

Fang Shu ignored the barrage.

Anyway, she started the live broadcast because she was bored, and she never thought about making money.

In addition, she can't dance, and she can't act coquettishly, so she simply set her sights on big brother.

Anyway, when my brother forced me to watch him practice hidden weapons all day long, it was really boring.

"I'm going to open the door." Fang Shu stood at the door of the room and shouted softly.

"come in."

In the room, a magnetic male voice came out.

Fang Shu twisted the doorknob and opened the door.

The layout in the room is simple.

A bed, a desk with a computer on it.

This is followed by a wooden stake on which a 3cm thick plank hangs.

The owner of the room was standing a few meters away from the wooden pile, holding something in his hands, and was staring at the hanging wooden board intently.

"This is my brother." Fang Shu whispered into the receiver of the mobile phone, and at the same time turned the camera over.

[Fuck? Her brother, the anchor, seems quite handsome...]

[I should have thought of it earlier, the anchors are so good-looking, and her brother must not be so bad. 】

【Anchor help me ask your brother, if a man is okay, I can do everything except having children. 】

【Scary like this...】

The audience in the live broadcast room discussed.

"What are you doing with your phone?" Fang Hao turned around and asked with a frown.

Fang Shu squinted her eyes and smiled, showing two cute little canine teeth: "I opened a live broadcast room, and I want more people to watch you practice hidden weapons."

Only then did Fang Hao nod: "Stay far away, and be careful not to hurt you when the silver needle pops out."

Fang Shu said "oh", stood behind her brother, put her phone on the phone holder, and turned her back to her brother.

Fang Hao turned his attention back to the wooden board.

His hands were level with the top of his head, and his hands were arched, with two fingers tightly holding a thin silver needle.

at this time.

With a flash of his eyes, he placed the silver needle explosively with two fingers.

In an instant, the silver needle seemed to turn into a stream of light, heading straight for the hanging wooden board.

Ding.

A crisp sound resounded in the silent room, and the board swayed a few times in mid-air, then stopped moving.

Fang Hao's sword eyebrows still kept frowning, and he watched helplessly as the silver needle was thrown out just now.

He took a deep breath, not paying attention.

After all, I have only practiced for a few days, and it is impossible to achieve the possibility of a silver needle passing through a tree.

【this one? I thought the anchor's big brother had already been practiced, and he wanted to show us the result. 】

[Hehe, it’s not normal until you practice it well, it’s impossible for a silver needle to go through a wooden board, the penetrating power must be enough, but the explosive power is far from enough, even an old master can’t do it arrive. 】

Looking at the barrage scrolling in the live broadcast room, Fang Shu pouted, a little reluctantly.

Although she also knew that it was basically impossible for her brother to complete it, she didn't want others to despise him.

She raised her slender arms, and made a downward movement of encouragement: "It's okay, brother, come here a few times, practice makes perfect, and one day you will succeed!"

"It's like... just like when you learned magic before, didn't it take you a long time to learn it?" Fang Shu added, dimples appeared on her cheeks.

Fang Hao nodded, but did not answer.

Instead, he picked up a silver needle again, still maintaining the previous posture, ready to throw the silver needle at any time.

One day...can it be done?

He was a college student. Since the school hadn't started for a long time, he had nothing to do, so he practiced throwing hidden weapons at home while reviewing his homework.

Firstly, he is interested in these things, and he often likes to think about them, and secondly, he really finds something for himself to do.

He is not interested in watching short videos all day long, or paying attention to gossip on major websites, seeking short-term mental stimulation, so that once he is free, all that awaits him is emptiness and boredom.

Then, he concentrated his attention and stared at the board.

Whoosh!

The silver needle in his hand was thrown out again.

Ding.

Clang...

The silver needle was ejected again as expected.

And on that piece of wood, there was also a shallow pinhole mark at this moment.