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

Although the two were sitting together at this time, they were thinking about completely different things in their minds.

Murong Xue was thinking: My good friend is a little inexperienced in this area, I will have to guide her more in the future.

What Song Pingqing was thinking was: Oh my god, isn’t this the same cool operation I saw on the Internet in my previous life?

It is said that there are some people who specifically hang out at various banquets, take photos with others, and then post them on their Moments to show off their extensive network of contacts.

Some people are better at pretending, and as they pretend, they actually build up their inner qualities and appearance. These are called successful people.

Some people pretend not to be very good, and as they pretend they are discovered to be useless fools, becoming a laughing stock.

Thinking of this, Song Pingqing pursed his lips and whispered to Murong Xue, "Then I might as well follow you instead of going to take pictures with them. When my uncle takes us to the banquet, I can find a photographer to take a few more pictures. What's the difference between that and this?"

It is best to choose a thick one to hug your thighs.

"That's true." Murong Xue smiled, thinking that this person was indeed naive in this regard, and then added, "But most of the people here will go into politics in the future, so everyone is in different fields."

"Oh..." Song Pingqing agreed with a long sigh, "Let's talk about the future later. What if we get better looking as we grow older? It would be inappropriate for people to see our childhood photos then."

I look too young in the photo, so it’s not convincing either.

"That's true."

Murong Xue took the cup handed to her by Song Pingqing, drank a few sips of warm water, and said no more.

There was nothing particularly good about the opening ceremony video. Its main focus was on how high-end it was and how it could better demonstrate human technology and civilization. After all, it involved the subject of alien civilization, and some special effects were added in that seemed only worth fifty cents to Song Pingqing.

Then a foreign lady with silver curly hair who looked very international came to the stage to speak on behalf of the Secretary-General.

Song Pingqing knew this person. He was the teacher of French and English classes in their class. He was already over 50 years old. It was said that he was a professor at the School of Diplomacy of Jincheng University. After his retirement, he was recruited by Baihua College for a large sum of money.

Seeing her appear, Song Pingqing exclaimed a little "Wow" and said to Murong Xue, "It's not all made up of students."

"There must be a teacher to help grasp the general direction."

Song Pingqing felt like An Lingrong who attended the Yuanmingyuan Palace Banquet for the first time.

Everyone I see is surprising, and everything I see is unexpected.

Ms. Yang's speech was very official and formatted. It simply emphasized the importance of cooperation and communication, called on representatives to participate in the conference with a positive attitude and contribute wisdom to solving global problems. Finally, she congratulated the opening of the Model United Nations Conference.

During the short break, Murong Xue turned her head slightly and asked: "Have you written the outline of the speech for the ice-breaking meeting of the Mao Xiong Group that I asked you to write before?"

"I've written it." Song Pingqing is now very good at this kind of secretarial work. As soon as Murong Xue said it, she took out the manuscript immediately.

"Let me take a look." Murongxue took the manuscript and chatted with Zheng Qishi for a few words before turning to Song Pingqing and saying, "You will speak during the ice-breaking meeting later."

Isn't this forcing someone to do something?!

Song Pingqing sat up straight instantly. As a little follower, she certainly had no right to refuse. She just looked at Murong Xue with a slightly flickering look in her eyes: "Do you trust me so much?"

Although Grandma Song could treat this as a script-killing game, and although she had done a lot of classroom presentations as usual, there were simply too many people at the Model United Nations conference.

Especially now that almost everyone knows that she is close to Murong Xue of the Murong family. If Song Pingqing makes any mistake, it will be Miss Murong's people who are in trouble.

"The outline you wrote is very good, and your ideas are very clear." Murong Xue took her hand and patted it gently to comfort her, "I think there is nothing wrong with you."

Zheng Qishi actually values ​​this junior sister who usually does nothing but can come up with the best solution at critical moments.

So at this time, Zheng Qishi also took the initiative to say to Song Pingqing: "Don't worry, we are the Mao Bear Group. Even if there are any flaws in our speech, is there any other group that dares to laugh at us?"

That makes sense.

Song Pingqing was originally just afraid that he would not perform well and lose face for the eldest lady, and in the process implicate the third teammate.

But now the eldest lady completely believed in herself, and the third teammate acted as if it didn't matter to her, and Song Pingqing's psychological pressure was instantly relieved.

Then just go for it.

Song Pingqing: I have obtained a new buff, the eldest lady's recognition.

Song Pingqing: I have accepted a new script-killing mission - the instructions of the eldest lady.

Soon, the ice-breaking meeting officially began. Representatives from each group took the stage to speak in order, and the Bear Group ranked relatively high.

Song Pingqingqian listened to the speeches of the first two people, thought about writing down a few words on the outline, and soon it was her turn to speak.

The spotlight in the meeting was not as bright as that on the stage. Perhaps because it was not the first time that Song Pingqing was illuminated by such lights, her mood was not as fluctuating as she had thought, but remained stable.

The etiquette training that Baihua Academy has never stopped over the years has ensured that there is nothing wrong with her every move, glance, and action.

As a beautiful polite smile rose on Song Pingqing's face and perfect syllables came out of her mouth, Song Pingqing methodically expounded the current views of the Russian Bear Group according to the outline. Even though she occasionally used French for precise descriptions, Song Pingqing maintained an extremely stable state from beginning to end.

The sound is always crisp and gentle, and the structure is clear and distinct.

"Why was she so unconfident just now? What she said was much better than the previous two people." Zheng Qishi asked Murong Xue, his tone quite confused.

"I don't know." After all these years of getting along, Murong Xue always felt that Song Pingqing had some secrets that she could not explore. She sent people to investigate several times, but found nothing.

It was not until last year's trip to the amusement park that she raised this issue with her father. Murong Ba told her that this was because of Song Pingqing's special fate, so Murong Xue let the matter go.

Looking at the sparkling and eloquent girl on the stage, Murong Xue was in a good mood, as if she had been dragging Song Pingqing for oral training all these years, and the oppressive schedule of these days had finally achieved the result she wanted.

This good mood made her curl the corners of her lips involuntarily, and an inexplicable and unspeakable sense of control emerged from her. If Song Pingqing on the stage had not happened to look down at the outline at this time, she should have been able to see that the oppressive force appearing on Murong Xue at this time was the same as that of President Murong.

After Song Pingqing finished his speech, he walked back in a very decent manner. Only when he sat down next to Murong Xue did she let out a sigh of relief: "How about it? Can you see that I'm nervous?"

When she sat down next to him, Murong Xue looked like her usual arrogant young lady again.

Murong Xue glanced at her and said, "Stop pretending. How can you look nervous?"

"Who is pretending? I feel like my calves are trembling."

The people on stage spoke in a sonorous voice, but the audience below was in a panic.

"Yeah." Murong Xue casually placed a piece of chocolate in Song Pingqing's palm, "Let's continue next time."

Why would Murong Xue bring something like this to a meeting? !

Song Pingqing took it, looked down, and whispered, "Wow, it's made of nuts."

The bitter taste of chocolate mixed with the unique aroma of hazelnuts burst in Song Pingqing's mouth, and for a moment he even forgot what Murong Xue said, "Let's continue next time."

Grandma Song is also first-rate at selling herself.

It must be said that this Model United Nations conference went very smoothly. Members of each group performed their roles very conscientiously, especially the Eagle Sauce group, who played their arrogant faces to the fullest.

Song Pingqing: I told you this was a script-killing movie.

"I wonder if I'll have a chance to be selected to be in their group if I participate in such activities in the future." When he finally made it to the social evening on the third night, Zheng Qishi couldn't help but sigh, "Although it looks like I deserve a beating, I always feel that it's really fun to act."

"It's pretty good to be able to draw the Mao Xiong group." Song Pingqing was in a really good mood. She looked at Murong Xue and said, "You are still lucky."

I must persuade the young lady to try scratching a lottery ticket some other day.

Perhaps it was because the mock meeting would officially end after the vote tomorrow morning, or perhaps it was because she was still familiar with the atmosphere of the party. In short, at this moment, Song Pingqing no longer showed any nervousness.

Murong Xue was helpless, holding a non-alcoholic carbonated drink and said, "Today's social interaction is not just a simulated social interaction, you should be serious."

Although they had reached a consensus with the rabbit and had already negotiated with the group responsible for soliciting votes as agreed, the simulation meeting had not officially ended yet, and it would not be a good idea to relax too much at this time.

Before Song Pingqing could reply, someone really came to see her with a cup.

"I'm Feng Kerui, the second daughter of the Feng Group. I'm a member of the Camel Team in this simulation. Can I meet you?"

The visitor was wearing a light yellow long dress and a matching diamond bracelet on her wrist. She was about fifteen or sixteen years old and had a pretty face.

Feng Kerui took out a small box inlaid with mother-of-pearl from the purse he carried with him, pulled out a business card and handed it to Song Pingqing.

Murongxue behind Song Pingqing gently pushed her. Song Pingqing then realized that this person was greeting her. She raised her hand to take the business card handed over by the other party and said sincerely: "Sorry, I didn't bring a business card."

Not only did she not bring it, she didn't even print it.

"It's okay. I know you. Your tea factory is quite famous." Feng Kerui looked at Murong Xue beside her and handed her a business card. "Hello, Miss Murong."

Feng Kerui mentioned a tea factory rather than a logistics company, but no matter the former or the latter, both relied on the Murong family to build their business. However, the scale of the tea factory is still far behind that of the logistics company.

This surprised Song Pingqing a little. Was this person coming for her or for Murong Xue?

Or did Feng Kerui come here just for the tea factory?

Is there any business cooperation between Feng Group and the tea factory?