I Became a Genius HE by Writing Fan Fiction and Practicing Swordsmanship.

[Hot fan writer junior sister VS sword cultivator genius senior brother] When I was writing a fanfic about my senior brother, my senior brother was looking at me from the side but hesitant to speak. I knew what he wanted to say, but I pretended not to see it and continued to write about him in the fanfic to make him extremely glamorous. However, the more senior brother looked at it, the heavier his face became. He was silent for a long time, and finally pointed out implicitly: "Junior sister, I seem to have read this passage before." So my hand that was writing so fast finally stopped tremblingly. His face turned gray all of a sudden, and then he covered his face and cried bitterly: "The talent of Jiang Lang is exhausted, Jiang Lang's talent is exhausted!" In order to secure my position as a master in today's highly competitive and diverse fairy tale world, I have written about my senior brother who was injured in battles thirteen times, tied up twenty-seven times, and addicted to apricots thirty-three times. Although my senior brother has repeatedly emphasized to me—— His spiritual power can have its own cooling function in summer, so it will not be bitter in summer; His height has grown faster than anyone else since he was a child, and he has grown into the shape of a jade tree without even paying attention to it. There is not even a period of embarrassment about his appearance, let alone the so-called growing pains. But I still just sighed and said to him melancholy: "Brother, you don't understand." But my senior brother insisted on telling me that he could understand. So I told him: "This is the name of the fanci brand." "I know the names of Ci Pai, but I have only heard of Huanxisha, Qingpingle..." After just two names of Ci Pai, the senior brother choked up. Because he had to admit that in this unknown new field of fan fiction, he was just like me who usually worked hard on swordsmanship. Rotten wood cannot be carved. The senior brother sighed and said that he could not keep up with the times. I comforted him that in my fan fiction, his standards have always been at the forefront of the times. The senior brother's handsome brows couldn't help but furrow deeper. He looked at me with those moving eyes and asked, hesitantly, if he could stop buttoning his clothes in his fan fiction. I said: "Okay." Senior brother couldn't help but be overjoyed. Until I heard my next sentence: "I always write about you, and my readers are getting tired of it. It's time to find a new one!" The senior brother suddenly froze. But I pretended not to see it and said happily: "The chief disciple of the sect next door is also handsome and charming. It's not impossible to write about him -" "Uh-" The senior brother bit my mouth unhappily and said that I was eating from the bowl and looking into the pot. I was really heartless. Before I was dazzled by the elegant fragrance on the clothes, my senior brother's hot and moist breath fell on my eyelids. He asked me in a very gentle tone if I could write a love letter. I told him that my heart is like a grass on the wall, and it will fall wherever the wind blows. "A lustful person." Senior brother glanced at me. I was about to protest dissatisfiedly, but I felt an inexplicable chill on my shoulders. The senior brother smiled at me slowly and asked me to repeat what I just said. I stared at his fingertips that were twisting my belt and swallowed. Reading guide: 1. Third person of the text 2. Double cleansing, 1V1, daily cookies Purpose: Discover the beauty of life