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

The day after the tree planting activity, military training was organized and everyone had to change into the uniforms distributed the day before.

Song Pingqing finished breakfast and went back to the room to change clothes. When he turned around, he saw Murong Xue stuffing compressed biscuits into her schoolbag.

The first time the young lady took the initiative to pack her backpack, it was for compressed biscuits? How obsessed was she with compressed biscuits?

"We probably won't need these." Song Pingqing suggested tentatively, "Why don't we bring some more water?"

"Yes! There's still water." Murong Xue completely ignored the first half of her sentence, carefully checked the water in the cup, and smiled, "Well! It's all ready."

Well-behaved, cute, but disobedient.

Seeing that she had no intention of taking out the compressed biscuits, Song Pingqing had no choice but to stop mentioning the compressed biscuits.

Forget it, let the child take it with him if he wants to, let him eat it if he wants to, how heavy can two compressed biscuits be.

Song Pingqing exudes a grandmother-like Buddhist aura.

Gather at 8:30. Each class teacher will lead five to six teams. The teams led by each class teacher will be gathered into a class for group training.

Teacher Zhang led five teams, named Class A, and led them to the training ground in the south.

It was a spring day, the weather was clear, the breeze was gentle, the flowers were fragrant, the birds were singing, and a group of children were passing by. The road was full of laughter and it was very lively.

"Brother, I feel like I'm definitely better than you at this kind of training." Gu Zongnian said proudly, "You're a girl after all, so it's normal that you're not as good as me in this aspect."

Song Pingqing raised his leg and kicked him on the calf: "You thought I couldn't beat you before."

"How is that the same?" Gu Zongnian stumbled and almost fell out of the team. Under the suspicious and sharp eyes of Teacher Zhang, he turned back to the team with a coquettish move, "That's because I learned later than you. If you don't believe me, try it this time."

"You're sick." Song Pingqing was too lazy to pay attention to him. This grandson was really a childish ghost reincarnated. He wanted to compete with others in everything to see who was better.

The experience of living in two lifetimes tells Song Pingqing that granddaughters are much cuter than grandsons.

"Why don't you compete with me in performance?" Song Pingqing asked.

"Why are you bringing up my grades for no reason?" Gu Zongnian's face immediately fell, "You suddenly act like my mom, just wanting me to compare my grades with others."

Song Pingqing sneered in his heart and thought: Even if she looks like him, she should look like your grandmother.

Murong Xue didn't have a backpack, so all her things were stuffed into Song Pingqing's backpack.

Liu Junjie didn't carry a backpack either, but she had a brother who helped her carry the backpack.

Gu Zongnan hit a wall with Song Pingqing, so he wanted to find someone else to fight with, so he said to Wu Qiming: "Third brother, you see that the two of them have carried forward the spirit of the elder brother and helped the younger one to carry the backpack. Can you also display the traditional virtue of respecting the elderly and loving the young and help me carry the backpack or something."

Wu Qiming seemed to be humorous and eloquent, but he was also very venomous. He said directly: "They are all helping sisters. How about I give you a knife, and then you become a sister and give me the bag?"

Facing Wu Qiming's sinister smile, Gu Zongnian immediately fell silent, hid behind Song Pingqing, tugged at Song Pingqing's sleeve, and said in a very aggrieved and helpless manner: "Brother, Third Brother bullied me."

Song Pingqing pulled out his sleeves, not wanting to indulge him at all, and sneered, "Haha, this is what you deserve. I think your third brother must have a very steady hand, and the knife must be quick and efficient."

"Sister, can you please take care of them???" Gu Zongnan failed to curry favor with someone and instead tried to arouse the protective desire of another person.

But Murong Xue didn't listen to what they were talking about, but was concentrating on looking at the scenery around her.

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We walked and laughed like this, and when we arrived at our destination, a row of instructors were already waiting there.

When Song Pingqing looked from afar, he saw only a vast wasteland with a line of people in camouflage uniforms waiting there.

When I got closer, I felt something was wrong.

Unlike other primary school students, Song Pingqing has lived a complete life and has undoubtedly experienced military training at various stages of study.

Although the personal qualities of the instructors at that time varied, each of them had good posture when standing or sitting, and they were all tall and handsome.

However, these things in front of me... although they are standing upright, there is always an indescribable strange sense of incongruity.

This kind of incongruity is not what should happen in activities organized by Baihua College.

When he got closer, Song Pingqing saw the arrows on their heads clearly and almost instantly tensed his back muscles.

What appeared on each of their heads were actually very light pink arrows.

Song Pingqing had read this sentence in her previous life: Every girl will go through three stages in her life: liking pink, hating pink, and liking pink.

As an old lady, Song Pingqing has undoubtedly returned to her roots and likes the pink color that is full of girlishness, tenderness and cuteness. But this pink color is not good when it appears in the arrow.

White represents ordinary passers-by, and red represents passers-by who have committed dangerous crimes. It is not difficult to guess what the combination of the two is. It is most likely a potential dangerous element who has planned but has not yet committed a crime.

Song Pingqing saw more than a dozen such people in a row, and they were all instructors who would train them during their next military training.

No matter how you think about it, it feels very strange and dangerous.

Song Pingqing felt that every hair on his body stood up: Damn it, this is so scary, I really want to run away, it seems like I should run away right now, but is it too late to pretend to faint now?

It wasn't only Song Pingqing who discovered something was wrong with his golden finger, but also Liu Junjie, a genius far beyond ordinary people. It was just that he discovered something was wrong based on his amazing observation ability.

Due to her age and experience, Liu Junjie has never met a real instructor, but she has at least been exposed to some anatomical knowledge and has also seen related documentaries.

Those similar postures had been scanned by the eyes and remembered by the brain. When Liu Junjie saw these instructors, she felt that these people did not match her own cognition.

Geniuses never hide their doubts, so Liu Junjie said in a very low voice: "These instructors don't look that good."

Song Pingqing had excellent hearing and was able to catch Liu Junjie's whisper amid the noise. He was slightly surprised: there was someone who had the same opinion as him.

So she couldn't help but turn her head to look over: "Do you think there's something wrong with them too?"

Liu Junjie ignored her, but just pursed her lips and pulled Liu Junxi's sleeve: "Brother, my stomach feels uncomfortable."

However, looking at her rosy face, it seems that she has nothing to do with stomach discomfort.

Song Pingqing was stunned. Liu Junjie over there had already started acting. She fell to the ground with a thud. It didn't look like a fake fall at all. The surroundings suddenly became chaotic.

The classmates gathered in a circle in three layers inside and outside, yet maintained an inexplicable tacit understanding, and all kept a distance of about one and a half meters from Liu Junjie who was lying on the ground.

Song Pingqing reached out and wiped away the non-existent sweat. Wow, this genius's ability to act was extraordinary. He suspected something was wrong one second, and pretended to be sick and wanted to run away the next.

By the way, is it too late for her to pull Murong Xue and pretend to be sick now?

As the teacher leading the class, Teacher Zhang was the first to push through the crowd and come over: "What's going on?"

"Teacher Zhang, my... stomach... hurts..." Liu Junjie covered her lower right abdomen and rolled on the ground in pain.

Her acting skills really came out at this moment, her face turned pale and sweat was dripping down her forehead.

The other classes were led away by their respective temporary class teachers.

Liu Junxi was afraid that Liu Junjie would hit her head when she rolled on the ground, so he put his hand under Liu Junjie's head and supported it gently.

When Song Pingqing heard her whisper, his first reaction was that Liu Junjie was pretending to be sick, but when he saw her sweat pouring down, it seemed a little real. He couldn't make a judgment for a moment, so he couldn't help but look at Murong Xue.

But Wu Qiming and Gu Zongnan were surrounding him, only Murong Xue was standing alone far away from the crowd, as if she was indifferent to everything that happened here.

I couldn't help but be stunned.

Although Murong Xue is proud and reserved, she is never a cold person.

Murong Xue noticed Song Pingqing's gaze and smiled slightly, but did not have any other reaction.

Song Pingqing didn't expect her to react like this. He was stunned for a moment and immediately began to disperse the people around him.

"Don't gather together and affect air circulation!"

After Song Pingqing shouted, the people around him immediately dispersed a little. The head teacher had arrived and asked everyone to line up again.

At this time, Teacher Zhang had already dialed the emergency number: "There is an eight-year-old child with severe pain in the right lower abdomen at the Huameng Comprehensive Training Base on XX Road in Wenzhou..."

Teacher Zhang spoke quickly and clearly, explaining the situation in just a few sentences and waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

"Liu Junxi, you stay and go to the hospital with your sister. The rest of you should gather at the training ground first."

Song Pingqing couldn't help but sigh in his heart: A genius is worthy of being a genius, he is decisive in taking action, and as soon as he feels something is wrong, he acts immediately, without giving others any chance to react or copy.

But sometimes being too clever can backfire. Murong Xue might not be an intellectual genius, but there are no fools among the rich.

Oh, except for Gu Zongnan, this grandson was spoiled too much by his parents and hasn’t yet become smart.

The instructor in charge of their class is surnamed Huang, but no one knows whether it is his real surname or a fake one. In any case, the arrow on his head is particularly pink, making him the pinkest among all the instructors.

Alas, these days, people who intend to cause trouble are using pink avatars.

outrageous.

Instructor Huang has a round face. Although it is dark, he always has a smiling face and looks quite friendly, as if this is not a military training, but just an adult taking a group of children to play on the drill ground.

What a harmony! If it weren't for the flashing pink arrow that kept touching Song Pingqing's sensitive nerves, she would probably have believed involuntarily that this guy was a good person.

It can be seen that the Anti-Fraud Center APP should be downloaded into the soul to clearly mark high-risk targets at all times and remind everyone to avoid them.

Military training is nothing more than a series of operations such as standing at ease, standing at attention, marching left, right, backward, marching in place, marching in unison, etc. Oh, this seems like a lot, but it's not important.

Grandma Song, at ease! Grandma Song, stand at attention! Grandma Song, turn left!

Oh, I met Murong Xue.

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It was the first time that Song Pingqing realized that Murong Xue couldn't tell the difference between left and right. Looking again, he found that it was not just her who couldn't tell the difference, more than half of the classmates couldn't tell the difference between left and right!

It's really 6, 6 is almost overturned by 6, how can't you tell the left from the right? It's a group disease, is it contagious?

Before he could finish his thought, Instructor Huang's heart-wrenching roar came over: "Even an eighty-year-old woman can train better than you!!!"

Thank you for the invitation. At this moment, Mrs. Song, who was 108 years old and reborn two years older, deeply agreed with this statement.

Song Pingqing bit his lips tightly, fearing that he would be the first to laugh out loud.

She didn't want to be shot.

Murong Xue saw that she was trying to suppress a smile, pursed her lips, glared at her, and turned to the other side.

Ah~ little girls are really the cutest!

Song Pingqing didn't want to be the first to stand out, but Gu Zongnan wanted to be the first to stand out.

So after the instructor praised him a few words, he gave Song Pingqing a look with great pride.

As if to say: "Look, big brother, you are behind me this time, right? Lel ...

Song Pingqing responded with a look that looked like a fool.

Child, wake up. You're getting carried away before you even know whether it's a human or a ghost.

At half past ten, everyone was allowed to go home and make lunch.

Song Pingqing stir-fried two green vegetables, made egg and tomato soup, another dish of braised spareribs, and steamed egg with minced meat. He also cooked a big pot of rice.

It smells good.

Song Pingqing was eating when he suddenly thought of something and asked Wu Qiming, "Hey, how are the two brothers and sisters?"

"Huh? Didn't Jun Xi send you a text message? She said that Jun Jie had acute appendicitis and had a minor operation in the hospital. She is fine now." Wu Qiming was surprised for a moment and quickly replied.

"Ah, I don't have my phone with me."

Nowadays, mobile phones have no entertainment functions at all, and it is really hard for people to want to carry one with them.

Song Pingqing thought for a moment and said, "Help me watch the pot for a while, I'll send him a message."

"Hurry up, I really don't know how to cook." Wu Qiming took the shovel.

Training resumed at 3:30 in the afternoon, after the sun had passed its hottest point, and the entire drill ground was filled with hungry, irritable, and anxious second-year students.

At the same time, the arrows above the instructors' heads became two points redder.

Instructor Huang smiled more kindly, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes, as if he was not looking at cute children, but at a group of pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

Nothing happened during the afternoon training except that some people still couldn't tell left from right. In the evening, the sun penetrated the clouds, and the sky was filled with large patches of fiery red sunset glow, which was indescribably beautiful.

Disband and go back to cook and rest.

Murongxue walked up to Song Pingqing and said, "I'm so tired from practicing and I don't have much appetite. Let's make something simple and light tonight."

Song Pingqing nodded, cooked some porridge, some other cold dishes, and boiled some corns.

The last ray of light from the setting sun gradually disappeared behind the jungle in the distance. The night wind blew, bringing a slightly cool feeling to people.

It seems like the sky is about to change.