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

The house in Vancouver does not have a styling studio, but high-end stylists can still provide door-to-door services for important clients.

It just so happened that Murong Xue also wanted to take care of her hair, so Song Pingqing simply made an appointment with the two of them.

So from the beginning of the day when the stylist came to his house, Song Pingqing could not hide his good mood. While making drinks for Murong Xue, he couldn't help humming a few tunes that didn't quite fit the tune.

At that time, Murong Xue was sitting at the dining table reading the morning paper. She was annoyed by the noise and looked at Song Pingqing's back several times. Finally, she couldn't help it:

"Can you be quiet for a moment?"

"I can't help it. Whenever I think about transforming into a more handsome me, I feel very happy." Song Pingqing knew that Murong Xue was not really upset, so he placed her favorite new product, Daju Dali, next to her. "You are about to see a more handsome me, aren't you excited?"

Murong Xue was so angry that she almost laughed. Looking at Song Pingqing's happy expression, she sighed deeply helplessly.

This newspaper is unbearable to read.

Song Pingqing has very high requirements for hairstyle.

According to her logic: I should have been a cool big sister in this life, how could my hairstyle cover up my beauty?

In response, Murong Xue said: I have never seen such a shameless person.

The interaction between the two people fell into the eyes of the stylists who came to the door with their respective assistants. It was just the bickering and laughing of two little sisters. He complained in his heart: Although these two sisters do not look alike, they have a really good relationship.

Doing your hair, dyeing it and perming it is actually a very torturous thing.

Song Pingqing was still excited in the morning, but by lunch time she found that her excitement had turned into numbness.

Murong Xue, who had already finished taking care of her hair, was in a good mood as she looked at the little fox who was being forced to sit on the chair with a look of despair on his face.

He even hummed a tune.

Song Pingqing glanced at Murong Xue with resentment, and the latter rarely raised the corner of her mouth in a gloating manner.

It’s really God’s way of reincarnation, no one will be spared by God.

Suddenly, the cell phone rang and a message arrived. Song Pingqing opened it and saw that it was indeed a message sent by Murong Xue who was sitting next to her.

"I'm going to dye this thing red~!"

...Ahhhhhhhh the young lady is really going too far now.

Song Pingqing had a resentful look in his eyes and his stomach growled at the perfect time.

Murong Xue looked at her with a smile, tilted her head, picked up a tangerine from the table, peeled it in a few strokes, and slowly put it into her mouth under Song Pingqing's resentful eyes, her eyes full of ridicule.

Song Pingqing: Stare—

Murong Xue finally had enough of the fun and passed the remaining half of the tangerine to Song Pingqing's lips: "It's quite sweet, try it."

It's not so cruel as to stuff a sour tangerine into Song Pingqing's mouth. After all, tangerines are rarely sour.

The matter ended with Aunt Zhang holding the bowl and spoon and feeding Song Pingqing lunch mouthful by mouthful.

Song Pingqing: I really don’t want to experience such a meal again.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the styling was finally completed. Song Pingqing didn't even bother to look beautiful in front of the mirror and fell directly on the soft sofa.

"Hey, I'm not looking at the mirror to admire your handsome self now." Murong Xue came out to see Song Pingqing's new look, but she saw a salted fish lying on the sofa.

"I probably don't have the talent to be a star in this life." Song Pingqing said sullenly, "If this happens a few more times, I think I will be able to ascend to heaven on the spot."

"You're still ascending, why don't you become a monk?"

"I am greedy for money and lustful, and I am attached to the world of pleasure. My six senses are not pure and my five poisons are not clear. I am really not qualified to be a monk." Song Pingqing only had his mouth left and the strength to speak.

Murong Xue came over and pulled her: "Okay, sit down and let me see your new hairstyle."

Song Pingqing then turned over and sat up, and following the instructions of the stylist before leaving, he swiftly grabbed a few of his hairs: "Look! Isn't it handsome!"

Murong Xue carefully looked at Song Pingqing's new look in front of her and nodded subconsciously.

In this era when the non-mainstream has not completely left the stage, Song Pingqing's description of the mullet drawn by Murong Xue is not exaggerated, but has its own kind of free and unrestrained handsomeness.

Song Pingqing asked the stylist to cut her hair into a medium-short mullet. Since Song Pingqing's hair is not long, the fishtail is an extended wig, which is slightly lower than the collarbone and has a slight layering at the ends.

Although someone has been shouting "I want to dye this thing red!", when it comes to dyeing their hair, they feel that a head of red is too eye-catching, so they choose to settle for the second best and just dye a few strands.

But it is precisely because of this that the whole hairstyle looks even better.

Murong Xue had never seen such a hairstyle before. She looked at it carefully for a while before saying, "It's really good. It suits you."

Song Pingqing's face shape and facial features are already slightly handsome, and this look highlights her looks very well. Coupled with years of training, her muscular and beautiful figure is tight and plump, which makes her overall aura even more powerful.

"I'm quite satisfied with it too." Song Pingqing smoothed his bangs a few more times, "This look will be fine for participating in the campus star selection contest."

"He obviously went there to fish in troubled waters, but he ended up acting like he wanted to be the main force." Murong Xue really felt that this person was unreliable, and he did things in bursts.

"If you don't plan to do it, then you're just trying to fish in troubled waters." Song Pingqing looked at his handsome but obviously childish self in the mirror and found himself inexplicably cute. "But since I've decided to do it, I still have to do it well."

"Well, then keep up the good work and I'll go watch your stage performances then."

Hearing this, Song Pingqing suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

"When I play a game, you come to watch me play the game. When I go on stage, you come to watch me go on stage." Song Pingqing blinked his eyes and smiled slyly. "That's great. Then I will give you a huge light stick."

Murong Xue smiled speechlessly. She looked sweet, but her tone was actually threatening: "Excuse me, is this giant fluorescent stick used to hit you on the head?"

Song Pingqing didn't dare to be naughty anymore. She was really a little excited today.

In order to achieve good results in the competition, Song Pingqing started morning exercises at the suggestion of his senior classmate Zhuang Han. Now, in order to achieve good results on stage, Song Pingqing decided to divide his morning exercise time for stage performances.

So, not long after the birds outside the window started singing, Wu Qiming and Shen Ci were pulled out of their beds by Song Pingqing. When they stood in the practice room, their eyes were still sleepy.

Wu Qiming: Who am I? Where am I?

Shen Ci: What am I going to do? What is the first action? Raise my left hand or my right hand?

After the above scene happened for three consecutive days, Wu Qiming couldn't help crying while eating breakfast.

Shen Ci looked at him in horror: "Just eat, why are you crying?"

Song Pingqing glanced at him coldly: "Hold it."

Wu Qiming's crying stopped abruptly. He covered his face with a piece of bread that had been bitten. "I just feel like I can't live like this anymore."

Song Pingqing sneered: "Student Wu Qiming, you made four mistakes in the dance today, went to the wrong position twice, and even knocked Shen Ci down."

The sound of Shen Ci falling was particularly loud, and Song Pingqing felt pain just by hearing it.

"With this level of business, you still think you can't make ends meet." If Murong Xue hadn't been planning to go to the scene to watch, and Song Pingqing hadn't wanted to let her see that the three of them were in a useless position, Song Pingqing would have wanted to quit on the spot.

Shen Ci took advantage of the situation and added, "You are going to be a big star in the future. If you make a mistake like this on stage and it is broadcast live, Sister Zhenming will probably chase you for two miles with a knife."

Or sometimes, a sister is the most powerful, high-damage weapon against her brother.

As soon as Shen Ci said this, Wu Qiming instantly sped up his eating.

"Eat slowly and don't choke. No one is going to snatch it from you."

Even someone as tolerant of her grandchildren as Grandma Song really dislikes children who are in a hurry to eat.

"No, no, I have to eat quickly and continue practicing." Wu Qiming said vaguely, "This competition is sponsored by my sister. What if she comes to watch it?"

Song Pingqing and Shen Ci looked at each other, and both saw the word speechless in each other's eyes.

Sure enough, Wu Zhenming was the best person to deal with lazy people like Wu Qiming who would only move when kicked.

Time soon arrived at the day of the first round of matches.

Other schools participated in the auditions on a district basis, but Baihua College, a wealthy and powerful school, was the only one that participated in the first round of selection within its own school.

There are already many people in Baihua College who are developing in the direction of art and stage, and each of them has capital behind them, so there is no limit on the number of applicants and the number of groups. The number of people who sign up for the auditions in one school is more than that of a district outside.

The auditions officially started at 7pm. At 6:45pm, Murong Xue arrived as promised, and even brought a customized LED sign with the three of their names on it.

Song Pingqing originally ran to give her a glow stick, but ended up seeing her acting as if she was helping her younger brothers debut, and he unconsciously stopped three or four meters away from her.

Murong Xue saw Song Pingqing and hooked her finger at her.

Only then did Song Pingqing move over.

There were not many LED light boards in the venue, not to mention the oversized LED light board in Murong Xue's hand, which was the largest in the venue. Song Pingqing felt a strange sense of social death suddenly surge up.

Song Pingqing uttered with difficulty: "You are so serious."

This guy was definitely doing this to tease the three of them.

Murong Xue stretched out her hand, motioning her to give the glow stick in her hand to her: "It's not an exaggeration, I came in through a special channel. There are many people from the school queuing outside, and they all came for their own purposes."