Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

There is no lunch break at Baihua College and school ends at 3 pm.

After school, ordinary students were dispersed throughout the school to learn the specialties they had signed up for. Talented students like Liu Junjie were gathered together for additional small classes.

The four people signed up for almost completely different projects, so they parted ways here, and after finishing their respective projects, they were picked up home by drivers.

Song Pingqing and Murong Xue's classes were not far from each other, and they went there together holding hands.

There are really not many people in Sanda classes.

Yes, most of the rich kids have bodyguards with them, so there is really no need for them to endure the hardship of training these things.

There are two kinds of people who come here: one is those who just want to learn something for self-defense, and the other is those who like these things from the bottom of their hearts.

"Hey, the newcomer Du Miao Miao is here."

A burly man with a broad back and a height of nearly two meters cast his entire body under the shadow of Song Pingqing.

"Hi, senior." Song Pingqing greeted politely, "I am the new student Song Pingqing."

"Song Pingqing, your name is so pretty." Daxiong reached out and rubbed Song Pingqing's head, "My name is Zhuang Han."

Strong man!!! Great name!

Zhuang Han pointed to the rooms at the end of the training hall and said, "That's the locker room. Change your clothes and come out for the physical test."

"Okay!" Song Pingqing went straight to the women's locker room.

"Where are you going, little brat? The men's locker room is over there!" Zhuang Han's roar sounded behind him.

"I'm just a girl, senior." Song Pingqing said from a distance without even turning her head.

Leaving Zhuang Han petrified on the spot.

Even though he has been in the arena for many years and has seen many girls dressed in a neutral style, he has never seen one who starts dressing in a neutral style at such a young age.

"How is the new guy?" The coach in dark blue sportswear walked out of the office.

"It's a girl." Zhuang Han scratched his head, "She dresses like a boy, but I don't know how long she can last."

After that, he added: "He looks in good shape. But it would be better to have a physical test."

Coach Zhang slapped the roll call book in his hand onto Zhuang Han and said, "It's okay. A little girl like her might not be willing to go the professional route. We'll start training in five minutes."

"it is good!"

There were not many people in the Sanda team to begin with, and even fewer girls. Including the newly joined Song Pingqing, the entire team had thirty-one people in total, and only three girls.

Most of them were taken out to compete, and only thirteen people were left, which looked very deserted.

But the atmosphere is quite good. It doesn't have the pretentious feeling of an aristocratic school, but instead has a more generous feel.

Compared with them, Song Pingqing was really young, so he practiced alone with Zhuang Han and was happy to receive one-on-one teaching services.

People are visual animals, and she doesn't look like a cute girl, so Zhuang Han only treats her as a boy.

When it was almost time for the training to end, Murong Xue appeared outside the training hall. She had finished class early, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw Song Pingqing shooting.

Song Pingqing was so focused on his practice that he didn't notice her at all.

Twenty minutes later, Zhuang Han announced the end of the training, and Song Pingqing simply lay on the ground in a completely ungraceful manner.

Murong Xue was so scared that she ran inside: "What's wrong with you!"

"I'm tired. Let me take a rest to sweat off before taking a shower." Zhuang Han didn't expect that this girl could be so persistent.

"Why are you training so hard!" Murong Xue took out a fragrant towel from her bag and reached out to wipe the sweat off Song Pingqing's face.

"How can you achieve results without practicing hard?" Zhuang Han looked at Murong Xue with a strange tone, "Are you her sister?"

"It's her sister." Murong Xue then looked at the tall and strong man like a bear, and was immediately frightened.

"You two are nothing alike."

One is delicate and weak, the other is a tomboy.

Zhuang Han pointed to the room next to the office and said, "After she takes a shower, let her go there to relax. The team has a special masseur. The muscles need to be relaxed after training."

"Thank you, senior." A voice came from the ground.

"You're welcome." Zhuang Han said, "Call me senior brother from now on. We haven't had any new players in the team for three years. There's no suitable partner for you. From now on, you will practice with me."

Who doesn't value talent?

Three seconds later, a voice came from the ground again: "Okay, senior brother, thank you, senior brother."

After Zhuang Han left, Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing. Although she was a child, her face was full of worry: "Why did you choose this kind of project?"

Maybe it's because this kind of project makes her feel alive.

Song Pingqing was lying on the ground, his face was very kind and his breathing was very even.

Ever since she came here, she always had a sense of detachment, as if this world was not real, and the sweat and pain in her muscles made her feel more connected to the world.

But she couldn't say this to Murong Xue, so she said lightly: "Because I like it."

When children are training, fatigue comes and goes quickly. After an hour and a half, the two finally sat in the car on the way home and began to chatter about what happened that day.

When they got back, the two were already home. Wu Qiming approached them with a concerned look on his face: "Why did you come back so late?"

When this was said, Murong Xue simply snorted, turned her head and stopped talking.

"Oh, the event I chose is too tiring. I need to take a shower and relax after training." Song Pingqing explained awkwardly.

"Hurry up and eat. I've been waiting for you for a long time." Liu Junxi came out of the room and stretched. "I have finished my homework."

Wu Qiming was shocked and tried to copy the homework, trying to exchange it for gossip.

After failing to change his assignment, Wu Qiming ate with his head down.

Song Pingqing was extremely hungry, and ate everything in a flash while trying his best to maintain etiquette.

After dinner, we started discussing the second half of the gossip that we hadn’t shared in class.

"It is said that Ruan Niannian is a student sponsored by the Hu Nao Group. She met Hu Nao during her graduation internship." Wu Qiming's expression really fits the characteristics of a gossip worker, and he said slyly, "Boss Hu is pursuing her. I heard that he is about to win her over."

"That doesn't mean she can be Hu Lailai's stepmother." Murong Xue added.

As the heiress of a wealthy family, she knew very well that there was a huge gap between pursuit and marriage.

"This brings us to Hu Lailai's biological mother." Wu Qiming added, "They look a bit alike."

Very good, the Wanwan substitute plot that cannot be avoided even when the other world reopens. It would be even more ridiculous if it were to be revealed later that Ruan Niannian is actually a rich girl who has been stranded outside.

"How disgusting." Liu Junxi said this. He rarely showed such emotions. When he noticed that everyone was looking at him, Liu Junxi said, "Isn't this an insult to others and yourself?"

Who said no?

It was already half past eight when Shen Wuxiu came back. He had dinner at school. It seemed that he had signed up for evening self-study and had dinner at school as well.

A few people greeted him, sat down together to have some midnight snack, and then went back to their rooms, some to study, some to do homework, and some to sleep.

The next day, when Song Pingqing got up for a morning run, he ran into Shen Wuxiu who was about to go out.

"It's so early, brother. Do all high school students go to school so early?"

It's only 6:15. Even high school students can't go to school so early.

"Good morning." Shen Wuxiu saw her and took out a beautiful notebook from his bag. "I haven't thanked you yet."

"What are you thanking me for?" Song Pingqing was a little confused and didn't dare to reach out to take it.

"Thank you for giving my phone number to Aci. I heard that you even stood up for Aci. Thank you." Shen Wuxiu had a smile in his eyes. "Aci and I have lost touch for a long time."

I guess that guy must have a cell phone hidden in private.

Song Pingqing shook his head and said with a smile: "I would be embarrassed if you praised me like that. Actually, Xue'er said it first."

"I know, you all have them." Shen Wuxiu's smile deepened. "I left them at the door of their rooms. I didn't expect you to get up so early."

"Get up for a morning run."

Only then did Song Pingqing accept it, put it back in the bedroom, and went downstairs with Shen Wuxiu, one going to school and the other going for a morning jog in the community.

It was not easy for Hu Lailai to be the squad leader. After all, when people voted that day, most of them were just watching the show. After two or three weeks, he began to encounter various things:

"I didn't bring it."

"forget"

"Didn't I give it to you?"

And other famous scenes of primary school students avoiding homework.

This kind of class is indeed difficult to manage. Although the four of them disdain to cause trouble for her, they are all just there to watch the show and laugh.

"What are you laughing at!" Hu Lailai threw the notebook on the table.

Before the four of them could react, other students started shouting, "You can shout if you want, but why are you throwing my notebook?"

"It's broken, so what? Can't I buy you another one?" Hu Lailai said indignantly.

"Mr. Hu's daughter is different. Look at how tough she speaks." Someone said sarcastically.

"I wonder if she can still be so tough after having brothers and sisters competing with her for the family property."

I don't know where these words came from, but they hit Hu Lailai straight in the heart.

"The relationship between Mr. Hu and Ruan Niannian has made rapid progress recently. I heard that they will have their wedding at the end of the year." Wu Qiming explained in a low voice.

"She still doesn't know?" Impossible? How could a reborn person not know this?

"Who knows."

As the weather gets colder, registration for the Sanda competition for primary and secondary schools in Vancouver has begun.

Zhuang Han didn't even ask for Song Pingqing's opinion and directly reported her name.

"When participating in a competition for the first time, the focus is on getting familiar with the rules and procedures of the competition and adapting to the competition environment, not on winning."

Zhuang Han didn't expect her to get any ranking at all, and said it very clearly: "You are young and have not practiced for a long time. This competition is not very valuable, just do your best."

Song Pingqing naturally didn't expect to have to compete so soon, but he still agreed, started training harder every day, and began to control his diet.

"Why do you practice this? You're hurting yourself."

The person who said this was Murong Xue. She was the one who helped Song Pingqing with the parts where it was difficult for him to apply medicine directly. She naturally felt distressed when she saw the bruises all over his body.

On the contrary, Wu Qiming and Liu Junxi looked at her with a little more admiration in their eyes.

"Brother is worthy of being the eldest brother. I get scared just thinking about that project." Wu Qiming saw the bruises on Song Pingqing's arms and shuddered fiercely.

"When is the game?" Liu Junxi's focus was different. "Can we go and watch it then?"

"Are you going to watch me get beaten?" Song Pingqing smiled. "I don't know either. I'll ask my senior brother when I get back. But we've got a deal. When you see me getting beaten, you're not allowed to laugh at me."

"That's impossible." Wu Qiming immediately replied, "I'm afraid you'll beat me up."

"Hmph." Murong Xue was so angry after hearing this that she simply threw the book on the table and turned away to ignore them.

Miss Murong also has a proud side.

In the cool and sunny November, the holiday and the competition came together. After gaining weight a day in advance, Song Pingqing stayed in the hotel accompanied by his nanny.

There were only three people from Baihua College participating in the elementary school group competition, led by Zhuang Han and another senior from high school.

As expected, Wu Qiming and Liu Junxi came to watch her competition. Although Murong Xue didn't understand, she still came and even brought a small first aid box with her.

"Your sister is fine."

The person who said this was a teammate who was three years older than Song Pingqing and also came to participate in the competition.

He looked at Murongxue, his tone full of envy: "After my sister found out, she didn't come at all. She said she didn't want to come to the stadium and smell the stinky feet."

Uh……

Song Pingqing suddenly thought that Murong Xue actually had a bit of mysophobia.

A young lady with mysophobia comes to such an occasion for her little follower. How can this not be considered love?

Song Pingqing was the second one to play in the game, and Zhuang Han served as her on-field coach.

“It doesn’t matter if you win or lose, as long as you persevere to the end.”

There are not many people in Song Pingqing's group, so just participating will make you into the top eight.

Song Pingqing put on a mouthguard, shook his head a few times and went on stage.

Although she had only practiced for a short time and had no competition experience, the best thing about grandma was her mentality, and she actually ended up in a tie at the end of one round.

Zhuang Han was very pleased. He helped her rinse her mouth and then started the second game. After two games, she entered the next round with a one-point advantage.

After saluting her opponent, Zhuang Han excitedly carried her back. Song Pingqing, who was dizzy, kept crying out “Ouch, ouch”.

"This junior sister is born to play in competitions." Zhuang Han said to another senior who came to lead the team.

"Very good." Another senior also reached out and rubbed her head, "Keep it up."

However, no matter how good Song Pingqing's mentality was, he was still eliminated in the next game and lost to the opponent by three points.

It’s not that ugly.

"It turns out that no matter how good your mentality is, it can't compare to hard power." Song Pingqing sighed quietly after he ended up.

Zhuang Han was quite satisfied with her condition. While holding her hand and walking back to the waiting area, he said, "Many talented players will lose in their first game."

"Why?" Song Pingqing felt that there was something else behind his words.

"Because I can't accept my own failure." Zhuang Han squatted down, looked into Song Pingqing's eyes, and said word by word, "Losing is losing. Losing a game is not terrible. What's terrible is not wanting to face it after losing, and giving up on yourself directly."

“Don’t get down on yourself because you lost a game, and don’t get complacent because you tied for third.

“For a talented person, the hardest thing to overcome is oneself.”

"You're done here. Go back and pack your things and go play with your friends. The medals won't be distributed until six o'clock."

Song Pingqing was led by Zhuang Han and walked back in silence. She really wanted to say that she didn't have a very strong interest in Sanda, but was just looking for a sense of reality in the sweat and pain of training.

You can't say this to anyone.

Song Pingqing has the loneliest secret in the world.

Song Pingqing's teammates comforted and encouraged her, and she acted as if "it doesn't matter, she's already very satisfied with the result for now", and happily packed her backpack to look for Murong Xue and the others.

"The corners of your mouth are broken." This was the first sentence Murong Xue said when she saw her.

"When you play a game, it's inevitable that you will get hurt."

Murong Xue angrily opened the bottle of alcohol in her hand, but her tone was indifferent, with a sense of her father's indifferent attitude.

"I'll give you medicine."

"Hey! Hey! That's alcohol!"

"Ouch! Ouch!!!"

After confirming it with her eyes, don't believe the innocent and cute appearance of the eldest lady. The domineering and vengeful and dark traits of the boss are also hereditary.