The Jing Shu in this video looks so unsophisticated! she thought. Even if they say the ultimate in plainness can be beauty, this is just too much. I can't even bear to look directly at it. Thankfully, my face isn't very clear due to the darkness.
Jing Shu comforted herself. I'm just trying to keep a low profile, so there's nothing much to it. Besides, the lighting is bad, so ordinary people wouldn't recognize me anyway.
Her family didn't feel the same way. Urged by Mr. Jing, the whole family eagerly gathered around the TV, watching the local news from Wu City with great interest. Mr. Jing would occasionally point at the scenes on the TV, talking about how he had been right there at that moment. When the camera swept over him, he bounced excitedly, pointing at the screen and shouting loudly.
But Mr. Jing rapped him with a chopstick, forcing him to sit. "Stop shouting, sit down! You're too loud."
Mr. Jing grunted.
