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

After Murong Xue left Song Pingqing's room, Song Pingqing poked at the draft paper on the table with some dissatisfaction.

Drawings on the draft paper were of a few polar bears and sea lions that were especially suitable for hugging while sleeping.

It’s so annoying. After two lifetimes, I still have to worry about things like my child making friends.

Song Pingqing: I absolutely don’t want to raise a child in my lifetime! Absolutely not.

Ideals are full, but reality is skinny. Less than five seconds after I had this thought, Xu Jinmei called.

The first voice that came from the other end of the phone was Song Qixiu's (Xiu Xiu) babbling voice.

Song Pingqing's hand that was poking at the draft paper paused: Oh no, I forgot that I had a granddaughter chasing me in my previous life.

"Xiuxiu misses her sister. When it's time to call you, just crawl over here." Xu Jinmei was actually not sure why Xiuxiu crawled over here, but it was always right to say something like this to cultivate the relationship between the two sisters.

Only the two sisters who are small in appearance but big in spirit know, my god, you have revealed the truth.

Song Pingqing was very good at following Xu Jinmei's lead: "Hey, Xiuxiu can crawl now?"

"Of course. Xiuxiu is very smart and can climb very well."

Xiuxiu: “Yiyiyaya…”

Song Pingqing felt that Song Qixiu's acting skills were good. After all, pretending to be a baby was definitely more difficult than pretending to be a seven-year-old child.

Song Pingqing spent three days drawing sketches of thirteen kinds of dolls.

It’s Murong Xue’s thirteenth birthday, so it’s normal to give her thirteen dolls.

As for the small sizes made when making the boards, they will not be wasted. Just pack them up and send them back to Jincheng City to Xiuxiu.

While Song Pingqing was threading the needle, he was secretly praising himself for being such a clever old man.

The entrance examination from primary school to junior high school arrived as scheduled, and the atmosphere in the primary school department became unusually tense.

Gu Zongnan and Wu Qiming had a good understanding of each other, or maybe they just did what every candidate who was cramming for the exam would do, which was to forward a lot of "Exam God protection" content on Penguin Space the day before the exam.

Song Pingqing, who was modifying a layout on the computer, happened to see this and couldn't help but sigh: The harder these two work, the more superstitious they become.

She didn't even think about how many times she had done this in her previous life.

There were only six candidates in one examination room, but there were three invigilators. Moreover, the distance between people was very far, so it was basically impossible to cheat by relying on good eyesight.

It is really tiring that a simple examination from primary school to junior high school has to be held for five consecutive days with two exams a day.

This may be what is meant by "if you enjoy better resources, you must bear higher standards."

The mock exam lasts one hour, while the actual exam lasts two hours. The number of questions has doubled, but the difficulty remains the same.

Not to mention the children, after five days of exams, even an old man like Song Pingqing felt a little overwhelmed at the end.

You guys from the previous class were really tight-lipped. You really want every class of students to suffer the same loss, right?

Song Pingqing was too weak to look up at the sky.

Murong Xue, on the other hand, was very calm: "If you can be ruined by such a small matter, how can you be qualified to work in the business world in the future? It is also a way out to choose to get married and become a socialite as soon as possible."

She said this in public and successfully attracted a lot of hatred.

If Song Jinyan were here, he would definitely sigh: The skills of your Murong family in attracting hatred are really inherited from the same source.

Even though Murong Xue and Murong Ba did not spend a lot of time together, there are many similarities between the father and daughter.

Some people did not do well in the exam. When they heard Murong Xue say this, they immediately said sarcastically: "Oh, then we will wait and see what good results you can get."

Song Pingqing glanced at the man and said indifferently: "How come I have never seen you in the top ten photo column?"

"Is it because your grades are too bad that you can't get in?"

[The hatred of passerby A towards you has reached 100%. If it exceeds 120%, it will be OT! ]

"With such poor grades and such a bad mentality, coupled with a face that would make ghosts retreat in fear, I'm afraid no one would want you to be a vase."

Song Pingqing successfully completed the OT.

The man on the other side rolled up his sleeves and wanted to fight. He walked up to Song Pingqing angrily and found that he was half a head shorter than him.

Song Pingqing was wearing a tight sports short-sleeved shirt today. The black high-tech fabric was tightly wrapped around his body. From a distance, he looked slender, but from a close distance, one could see the low-key but delicate and smooth muscle lines full of power under the short-sleeved shirt.

It seems like one punch can knock a person out.

Add to that his overwhelming height and his expressionless face...

The opponent's momentum instantly weakened, and he could only utter a harsh word: "Just wait! I'll call my senior brother to come over!"

This statement is very much like that of a low-grade kid.

Song Pingqing had no intention of letting him go: "Okay, let your eldest brother come to the Sanda Team to find me."

The other side fled in embarrassment.

"This is too childish." Murong Xue said.

"Isn't it?" Song Pingqing said sarcastically, pinching his throat.

"I'll call my senior brother to come over."

Murong Xue was speechless to the extreme. She snorted and couldn't help laughing: "Come on, you and him are the same."

"Nonsense! This is called conquering the enemy without fighting!"

"Okay, okay." Murong Xue really didn't want to argue with her. Sometimes she felt that Song Pingqing was like an old man who treated everyone like his grandson, and sometimes she felt that Song Pingqing was really like a naughty child whose behavior logic was extremely difficult to guess.

Murong Xue followed Song Pingqing's words and answered her perfunctorily: "Good, the best of good."

"Why is Song Pingqing so powerful?" Song Pingqing pressed on, "Because she is kind!"

Murong Xue:...Why are you still taking advantage of me?

The two of them were laughing and joking, but they saw Gu Zongnian chasing after Wu Qiming and beating him. Wu Qiming was running in front and when he saw Song Pingqing, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Brother, save me!"

Before Song Pingqing could react, Gu Zongnian shouted, "Brother, don't stop me. He really deserves a beating!"

Gu Zongnan suddenly took a few steps forward and successfully cut off Wu Qiming's momentum to run towards Song Pingqing.

Watching the two men running away, Song Pingqing suddenly sighed, "It's true that fighting doesn't break out here, but there is fighting over there."

"Why don't you ask them to stop?" Murong Xue asked.

A very classic scene of "Stop fighting!" suddenly flashed through Song Pingqing's mind, and he laughed twice: "If they don't fight, how can I deal with them both at the same time?"

Shen Ci walked over slowly from behind and sighed when he heard the words: "What you said is very American."

"How can you curse so vulgarly?!" Song Pingqing was shocked.

She had never taught Shen Ci to curse like that, had she? Could this be the case of the disciple surpassing the master?

Shen Ci immediately changed his words: "I was clearly praising you for your talent as a fisherman!"

When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits.

This reaction speed really matches his dream.

Murong Xue's face darkened as she stopped the two from bickering: "So, why did they fight?"