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

We were all assigned to Class 1, located on the fifth floor of Building A in the junior high school.

From the fifth floor to the twenty-eighth floor are the classrooms for each class and the teachers' offices.

There is one class on one floor, and the classroom for cultural classes is more than 300 square meters. Everyone has a very spacious seat, which is really a torture for someone like Wu Qiming who likes to chat nonsense.

"I can already imagine how devastating my junior high school life will be." Wu Qiming really wanted to cry.

It's a pity that no one here will indulge him.

Oh no, there are still.

Wen Zhuo patted him on the shoulder and said, "Isn't this kind of environment perfect for poor students like us to study hard?"

As two students who were assigned to the same class through connections, although their grade ranking was barely acceptable, they were indeed the last and second to last in the class.

"Look, this table is so far away from the podium, it doesn't look like one can study well there." Wu Qiming couldn't help but complain.

"It doesn't matter if you're far away. I'll send you the computer later."

The male voice that suddenly appeared sounded very familiar.

Song Pingqing was originally chatting with Murong Xue about the latest developments of the doll factory. When he heard the voice, his eyes moved over here. It was the old squad leader Zheng Jiu.

"We meet again." Zheng Jiu greeted everyone with a smile, "We are in the same class."

This is quite a coincidence.

"The computers will be brought over and installed soon. There are specially developed applications on them. No matter what the teacher writes on the blackboard, the content will be displayed on everyone's computer in real time." Zheng Jiu said to Wu Qiming, "So it doesn't matter if you are ten meters away from the podium."

"By the way, don't worry about the sound. The teacher has a special microphone and speakers for lectures."

"How do you know everything?" Song Pingqing was slightly surprised. "I thought we came early."

After all, if you come early, you can choose your seat first. There are many of them and they want to sit together, so of course the earlier they come, the better.

"I am not very talented, but I still want to compete for the position of class monitor, so I came early to serve you all."

In a place like Baihua College where N generations gather, the job of class monitor is really hard and difficult to get benefits, but it is indeed a good job for people with relatively weak family background.

Willful young people will always experience a beating in the business world one day. When the arrogance of being a favored child of heaven gradually fades away, the friendship between old classmates will slowly exude the fragrance brewed by time.

Now is the time to reap the rewards of more than ten years of friendship with the old squad leader. He relies on old friendships to attract business for his family. As long as the production quality is acceptable, there will always be people willing to pay for the friendship of old classmates.

Rich people buy things from everyone, and buying things from old classmates can give them a chance to reminisce about their youth together.

Therefore, even the most superficial friendship during student days will be polished by time into a sharp blade in the business world.

The Zheng family's current financial situation is not very strong, but fortunately Zheng Jiu is steady and down-to-earth, with a gentle and kind personality, so being a squad leader is indeed beneficial to him.

What's more, for Zheng Jiu, he has already reaped the benefits of being a class monitor. Every year, Song Pingqing's Mixue Yuecha brings his family a lot of business, and this year he even added a large amount.

Zheng Jiu took out a stack of cards from his pocket, counted out the first five and handed them to Song Pingqing.

"You five, just choose your positions and insert your cards into the slots on the side of the table."

"Give me Wen Zhuo's too." Song Pingqing said as he distributed the cards, "We are the newcomers in our group."

"Okay." Zheng Jiu quickly picked out Wen Zhuo's and handed it over.

There is also a desktop computer on the desk, so the single desks in the classroom are not at the same level as the desks in ordinary schools. They are arranged completely according to the standards of office desks. All the circuits are laid out in advance, and there is no room for moving the desks.

Song Pingqing and Murong Xue still chose to sit in the first row closest to the window. The table had already been cleaned by the life teacher, so there was no need to clean it up anymore.

Gu Zongnan turned over the drawers and the small cabinet next to it very loudly, making a lot of "ding-ling-bang" noises.

Song Pingqing couldn't stand it any longer and knocked on Gu Zongnian's desk: "What are you doing? It's so noisy."

"I can no longer sit wherever I want." Gu Zongnan was very resentful. He thought that this desk arrangement restricted his freedom. He could no longer drag his desk and sit wherever he wanted.

Song Pingqing: "...Behave yourself!"

However, if there is only one classroom like this, it is not necessary to have one class per floor.

The real reason is that our class's physics laboratory, chemistry laboratory and biology laboratory are arranged next to the classroom. Some students who want to develop professional expertise can come here to do experiments by themselves.

The experimental equipment here is comparable to those in some universities.

However, students need to pay for the consumables for their experiments themselves, and they need to make a list of what they need and give it to the laboratory teacher. Otherwise, no matter how rich Baihua College is, it cannot afford such endless waste.

Life in the new semester is still boring. Since Zhao Lei took office, Song Pingqing's workload has dropped sharply.

All work content is reported to Zhao Lei by employees of each company or business, who then classifies it according to its importance and reports it to Song Pingqing in the form of daily, weekly and monthly reports.

The tea factory, Mixue Yuecha, Weika and YM have entered a stable development period, so it is only necessary to report work to Song Pingqing once every two weeks.

Yan Que is in full charge of Honghu Game Company and only needs to mention it briefly in the monthly report.

However, Duoyi, the acquisition of Lujiang, and the opening of a new novel website are the top priorities at the moment. Song Pingqing has invested so much money in them, so naturally he wants to hear some results. Therefore, Zhao Lei has put most of his energy into these aspects.

With Zhao Lei, the chosen worker, Song Pingqing's workload was drastically reduced, but the amount of homework in junior high school increased sharply.

Even if Song Pingqing compressed the time he spent on work to one hour a day, it would be difficult for him to get eight hours of sleep.

"Pingqing? Pingqing? Wake up." The class had already started for a while when Murong Xue called him awake.

The eldest lady's eyes were full of worry: "Why are you always unable to wake up recently?"

"I'm so sleepy." Song Pingqing lay on the table, unable to open his eyes.

This body is really young, and it can sleep so well.

Song Pingqing only vaguely heard Murong Xue seemed to say something, but he didn't catch a single word of the specific content and fell asleep again on the table.

You can tell at a glance that he is sleeping soundly.

Murong Xue stared at Song Pingqing, who fell asleep again less than thirty seconds after waking up, and frowned slightly.

I immediately sent a message to Wu Lide: Take Song Pingqing to the hospital for a check-up at the weekend to see why he always can't wake up.