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

Song Pingqing's huge reaction scared everyone. After asking a few questions, they found out that the cause of the incident was that he read the file that Shen Ci brought back.

The waiter of the Shen family was happy to be brought to the multi-party trial.

Gu Zongnian stood by the table, his voice unusually cold: "Tell me, why did you choose this type of file?"

"Yes, why?" Wu added.

"It's normal to want to go into politics. It's also normal to want to be a lawyer." Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing, who had vomited so much that blood spots appeared under his eyes and was now lying on the table with a listless look. It was difficult for her to say anything nice to Shen Ci.

“Why would you go to watch a serious criminal case?”

In fact, Song Pingqing, who was lying dejectedly on the table, could guess what Shen Ci was thinking.

It's nothing more than related to the old things that happened in his family in the past.

But she really didn't intend to give Shen Ci a way out now.

Damn it, he should have at least mentioned that when he handed the file to me.

Shen Ci pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment. Seeing that no one was going to let him go, he said, "I don't want to be a lawyer. I want to be a criminal policeman."

“The school does not have any resources directly related to this development, so I chose moot court as a second choice.”

"Why do you want to be a detective?"

It's no wonder that Gu Zongnan asked this question. He joined the team later. When they officially became classmates, the Hu family's empire had already collapsed. He was not aware of the disputes between the Shen family and the Hu family.

Shen Ci was silent for a long time, as if he was organizing his words. After a long time, he spoke: "When I was in the Hu family, I received a lot of help from Teacher Ruan."

"Teacher Ruan left me one sentence before he passed away, telling me to just do good things and not worry about the future."

“This is the path I want to take.”

No one expected this to happen.

The Hu Nao Group collapsed that year, and the Murong family and the Hu family had been at odds for several years. In order to protect the children, President Murong packed up all of them and sent them abroad to hide.

When we came back, everything had already been cleaned up and everyone thought the incident was over.

Unexpectedly, in Shen Ci's heart, this matter has never passed.

Murong Xue and Wu Qiming were both blank for a while before they remembered who Teacher Ruan was, but Gu Zongnan had no idea who this person was at all.

"Since you have thought it through, just go in the direction you want." After a long time, Murong Xue finally spoke to break the awkward situation.

"But don't be so silent, at least say hello to everyone in advance."

Seeing that Murong Xue didn't ask any more questions about this matter, Gu Zongnian also said, "That's right, look at how you betrayed your elder brother."

"I didn't mean to cheat her." Shen Ci looked embarrassed, "I didn't want her to work on the plan from the beginning."

This is true.

Murong Xue stiffened slightly.

Or was it because she said that Song Pingqing would know better, that's why she asked Song Pingqing to go to Shen Ci to get the file.

This is a big deal.

"I shouldn't have been curious." Song Pingqing knew Murong Xue was overthinking after hearing this, so he lay on his desk and said in a low voice, "Or maybe curiosity kills the cat."

"That's enough. Let's put this behind us." Song Pingqing took a few more sips of water to suppress his nausea. "But you should attend the next event alone."

"Okay." Shen Ci touched the back of his head awkwardly.

Just when Song Pingqing thought he had successfully escaped and could start to happily slack off, that night, Murong Xue knocked on Song Pingqing's door.

"Since you've given up on Shen Ci, then focus on the Model United Nations conference." Murong Xue handed her a USB drive, "It contains live recordings of the Model United Nations organized by the school in recent years."

Song Pingqing: Thank you for the invitation. You don’t plan to let me go.

It is impossible to slack off. There is no room for slacking off when being a follower of a young lady.

Seeing Song Pingqing's face full of despair, Murong Xue sighed slightly, and suddenly she felt a rare sense of fatigue, as if she was pulling her teammates down.

"Don't always think about being lazy. You have already taken over the shares of the logistics company, and you plan to set up a game company in the future. Maybe you will also do some other industries in the process. The Model United Nations Conference will greatly improve your personal abilities."

"Actually, I still don't know what Model United Nations is about." Song Pingqing looked embarrassed.

This is exactly the same as the embarrassment of being on a date with a friend, who has already arrived, but you are not yet awake when he or she calls you.

"The information is all here." Murong Xue snorted, "I already knew that you didn't take this matter to heart, but you actually asked me to get the information for you. How dare you."

Didn't do my job well.

Song Pingqing's cheeks flushed slightly, and he reached out to take the paper information handed over by Murong Xue, and finally took it seriously: "Okay, I will read it carefully."

"Tsk, that's better." Seeing that she finally started to pay attention, Murong Xue showed a little satisfaction and nodded.

"The college's dress code for Model United Nations is very formal. Please take a leave of absence for the extracurricular activities after class tomorrow afternoon. A tailor will come to tailor your clothes then."

"So serious." Song Pingqing was slightly surprised.

"Very seriously." Murong Xue was too lazy to explain to her from the beginning and pointed to the paper materials in her hand. "Take a look for yourself. The entire meeting process is in it."

"In fact, we only started participating in this kind of simulation in fifth grade, which is quite late. But after all, none of us have the idea of ​​going into politics, so it's no big deal. The important thing is to participate and improve ourselves."

Murong Xue had never said so many words in one breath just to give advice or to encourage someone. Song Pingqing, who was treated differently, felt like a villain who had succeeded.

Before Song Pingqing could finish feeling proud in his heart, Murong Xue added: "Also, that occasion is too formal, you'd better wear a wig to cover up your dyed red hair."

"...Okay." Song Pingqing felt a little embarrassed.

Shouldn't she be glad that the eldest lady didn't ask her to dye her hair back?

Murong Xue: If it weren’t for the fact that you really like this red hair, I would definitely make you dye it back.

After saying this, Murong Xue got up and went back to her room, with no intention of communicating further.

She didn't even take the opportunity to "act coquettishly" and ask Song Pingqing to make her a cup of milk tea or a drink.

This is not in line with her usual style.

Of course, it is already half past eight, and even if Murong Xue wants a drink, Song Pingqing will not indulge her.

Song Pingqing soon found out why.

A small USB flash drive filled with 4G of data.

Song Pingqing was stunned by the series of information ranging from oil to environmental protection to nuclear waste and so on.

It will take her forever to make up for this thing??? She is not a genius like Yan Que.

As expected, there are many hard-working people around the domineering boss, and each one is more hardworking than the other.

Song Pingqing's sleep time was greatly compressed due to the need to catch up on materials and get up early to exercise.

After feeling sleepy in class for three consecutive days, Song Pingqing finally compromised and shortened the time of his daily morning exercises so that he could sleep an extra hour in the morning.

"You don't have to be so anxious. There's still half a month before the draw. It's not too late to make up for it after the draw confirms the representative country and topic."

"It would have been fine if I hadn't seen it, but after reading it, I found that my knowledge is extremely lacking." Song Pingqing's eyes were dark and blue.

He is young, but has big dark circles under his eyes.

It’s not that she was particularly interested in these materials, but when she was reading them, various events that happened in her previous life inevitably emerged in her mind.

Including but not limited to who pulled whose hair, who cut whose bed sheet, who quarreled with whom, and who started to stir up trouble.

After seeing this information in this life, I have a completely new understanding of those questions.

Rather than saying that Song Pingqing was staying up late to read materials, it would be more accurate to say that she was staying up late to cultivate herself.

Seeing Murongxue's worried look, Song Pingqing comforted her, "Don't worry about me, I know what's going on."

Tsundere couldn't stand hearing this and immediately retorted, "Who cares about you? I'm just worried that there won't be someone to carry your bag."

Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing who was looking at her with a smile without arguing, as if saying "Yes, yes, you are right", so she simply turned aside and ignored her.

The topics for the mock conference are actually quite interesting.

There are associative topics such as "Humans have discovered a new and clean energy on the moon," as well as serious topics such as "Climate change and sustainable development."

What Song Pingqing was catching up on was more about the distribution of resources in the world and the cultural relations between countries.

These are the things she will need to know as her business grows and perhaps even expands overseas one day.

Murong Xue also knew this, so she gave her the information.

The eldest lady really treats her as her own sister.

The custom-made clothes, shoes, socks and other accessories were delivered very quickly. It was a very standard and formal black suit.

Murong Xue even brought her a watch that was very business-like and looked ordinary.

This time the watch box was not big, only the size of two fists. When Murong Xue casually threw the box into Song Pingqing's hand, Song Pingqing didn't even react to what she had thrown.

"What is that? Aren't you afraid it will break?" Song Pingqing couldn't help but mutter, "Luckily I caught it."

"Nothing, I just felt that the watch I gave you before wasn't suitable for this kind of occasion, so I bought you a new one." Murong Xue said nonchalantly, "It's not worth much. Wear it casually."

Song Pingqing glanced at the icon above and his mouth twitched suddenly.

Luckily I caught it!!

Song Pingqing felt that this icon looked very familiar to him. Wasn't this the property of a classmate's family?

Although Murong Xue said it was not worth much, the starting price of their watches was at least four digits.

Song Pingqing went back to his room and changed into this rather formal suit and showed it to the tailor. If there were any minor problems, they could be altered on the spot.

The occasion this time was different from the past when Song Pingqing could not wear neutral or men's clothing, so the lower part of her suit was a knee-length skirt.

After changing into the outfit, Song Pingqing stood in front of the floor-length mirror in the room and carefully examined the outfit.

It’s okay, it’s not ugly.

I don’t know if it’s because the wealthy life in recent years has made her fair-skinned and more elegant, but in any case, when she wears this more formal women’s clothing now, she looks much more pleasing to the eye than when she was seven or eight years old.