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

"I still remember that..." Song Pingqing frowned slightly, "Actually, there's no need. You guys have given me a lot of things now. If I want something, I can buy it myself."

Besides, it was just a joke to create atmosphere.

Song Dashan stood up and walked to Song Pingqing. He reached out and rubbed her head. Suddenly he realized that the child had grown so tall. His tone was a little bitter:

"Mom and Dad haven't promised you many things in this life, and you're more sensible and haven't asked them for anything."

"So we will definitely do what we promised you. This is also our wish as a parent."

Xu Jinmei also nodded.

The weather is getting warmer day by day, and the entrance examination from primary school to junior high school at Baihua College is getting closer.

Gu Zongnan was obsessed with his grades. If his dear mother had not dragged him to bed, he would have prepared for the entrance exam from primary school to junior high school as if he were preparing for the college entrance exam.

Ms. Qin Haiying comes from a grassroots background, and her scolding is very down-to-earth: "I travel around the country during the day, and mend my pants by lamplight at night. If you have already studied like this, why do you need to rush to work now?"

Gu Zongnian held the phone in his hand, which had not been hung up yet, and kept mumbling: "Hey, Mom, I'm on the phone with my teacher, can you please give me some face?"

Yan Que, who was far away in Anshi, had a keyboard in front of him, codes on the computer screen, teaching materials and coffee sent by Gu Zongnan on his left, and a split screen on his right showing the modeling of the latest scene.

Yan Que listened to the voice of Gu Zongnan being scolded coming from the other end of the phone and curled the corners of his mouth silently.

If it wasn't for the promotion of one thousand yuan per point and the high salary of five hundred yuan per hour, who would be willing to be so busy and teach naughty kids Chinese and math.

Yan Que reached out and pushed his glasses, his ten fingers continuing to jump on the keyboard. Although the speed was very slow, he never made a mistake.

The call finally ended.

Gu Zongnan: You can’t make this call anymore. If you make it again, the investor’s image will be completely ruined.

Driven by the strong learning atmosphere in the class, Song Pingqing also shifted his focus to studying.

It is not an exaggeration to call the language test vicious. It is divided into four sections: listening, speaking, reading and writing.

I heard that these two subjects will be tested in advance on May 31st, with a total of 32 examination rooms. Questions will be randomly drawn upon entering the examination room, and then the candidates will be given one minute to prepare for a three-minute free speech. After the free speech, they will enter into a communication and defense session with the examiners.

It doesn't sound difficult, but three minutes of free speech is enough to overturn the cart for people with limited vocabulary.

The talkative Gu Zongnan and Wu Qiming would be ecstatic during this segment.

Shen Ci, who is a man of few words, is at a disadvantage in this kind of situation, but Shen Ci is always fully prepared and has probably already started preparing a template for his speech.

Those with good grades enter the defense phase where there are questions, answers and debates.

When people with poor grades enter the defense phase, it is an awkward series of "You know..."

Up to this point it is just an exam similar to IELTS, but it covers so many languages ​​at once.

Baihua College stipulates that English and French are compulsory subjects, and each student must also choose to take two other languages.

After the English test, you will take the French test, and after the French test, you will take two optional subjects.

A ten-minute break will be given between each exam.

Song Pingqing: No wonder there are always exam experts saying that pure language majors have no future. Look at what these rich kids took at such a young age!

commit a sin.

Song Pingqing and Murong Xue have always practiced together, and they both chose Italian and Spanish, which they are relatively better at.

Shen Ci also had better grades in these two subjects, but Wu Qiming and Gu Zongnan were not good at Spanish. In order to take care of them, Shen Ci had to settle for Italian and German.

The second best option for the top students is to go from a stable score of 90 to a 90% probability of getting points.

But for these two, Shen Ci is willing to practice with them, so there is hope of improving their scores from 75 to 85.

A difference of ten points is enough to stray a rating.

Shen Ci: I would be happier if you didn’t chase me and call me second brother.

Especially Gu Zongnan, this kid actually called him "Second Brother" twice as a joke. He was caught by Song Pingqing who happened to be passing by the second time and was beaten up.

"I thought big brother was drinking Chinese medicine because he was weak, but I didn't expect that he was not weak at all." Gu Zongnan started again.

"Is the beating too light?" Murong Xue was also annoyed now.

Gu Zongnian instantly became as quiet as a quail. He thought he was the third in the team, with only his elder brother and elder sister above him. But now Wu Qiming called Shen Ci, who came the latest, "Second Brother" in order to let him help them practice language dialogue.

Yan Que couldn't help him practice the language, so Gu Zongnan could only shout along with aggrieved voice.

Gu Zongnan: I used to think that money and family status were omnipotent, but facts have proved that I was naive.

On May 26th, the lottery results were announced.

Song Pingqing drew the first batch early in the morning.

Murong Xue drew the second batch at 10 am.

The other three are in the afternoon.

Murongxue felt that it was troublesome to pat Song Pingqing's shoulder, as she needed to raise her hand very high, so she chose to directly extend her index finger to poke her waist: "I will go to the examination room with you tomorrow."

Song Pingqing was caught off guard by the poke. He covered his lower back and turned around quickly. His first words were: "How did you learn bad habits!"

The second sentence was: "You are two hours later than me, why are you going so early?"

Murong Xue's face was slightly cold, and her tone contained a hint of coercion: "Is it not okay for me to go to the classroom to study?"

Song Pingqing didn't understand why his words had touched her sensitive nerves, so he could only tell the truth: "...I guess you are about to have your period, and I'm worried that you will have a stomachache again."

This kind of thing can't be completely resolved in just one month.

After hearing what Song Pingqing said, Murong Xue's expression eased a little: "I'll bring some painkillers."

Well, in order to answer this question and answer between Song Pingqing and Murong Xue, Song Jinyan boiled medicine all night long, and Song Jinyan's driver drove hundreds of miles in the early morning and successfully delivered the pain-relieving ointment powder made by Uncle Song at six o'clock in the morning.

Song Pingqing gently touched the still slightly hot jar, with a complicated expression: This godparent, who I recognized as my uncle, is such a good man.

Cheap uncle·good man·Song Jinyan had just slept for three hours and appeared in the company with huge dark circles under his eyes and looking haggard.

Song Jinyan said to his assistant, "Go buy me a cup of triple-strength, sugar-free hot Americano."

"Boss, what's the difference between hot Americano and Chinese medicine?" the assistant asked politely.

Song Jinyan sneered: "They are all unpalatable, but at least Chinese medicine can regulate my body, while hot American coffee can only stimulate my heart."

......When you are middle-aged, you should stop staying up late. I can't stand it. Why didn't I think of preparing painkillers for them in advance?

That night, Song Jinyan worked overtime again and made a version suitable for Song Pingqing.

Song Pingqing looked at the jar that was handed to him and put his hands over his face to hide his complicated expression.

Whose good Children's Day gift is a jar of pain-relieving ointment?

Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing's depressed look and suddenly coughed twice.

"What's wrong with you? Are you catching a cold?" Song Pingqing immediately came back to his senses and reached out to touch Murong Xue's forehead. "It's good that you don't have a fever."

Murong Xue pushed her hand aside and took out a small box from behind with a dark face: "Happy Children's Day."