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

As for setting up a stall, only those who have actually done it know how tiring it is.

Murong Xue was quite relaxed and would stand for a while after sitting for too long.

It's different for others.

By 1:30 p.m., all the items available for sale at this mobile stall were sold out.

Gu Zongnan shouted himself hoarse, Shen Ci and Wu Qiming's hands were shaking as they held the cups, and Wen Zhuo's voice was hoarse and his legs were shaking.

Song Pingqing...had no reaction because he had been training all year round and never stopped.

As expected, people's physiques are different.

Looking at the brothers who were lying there and didn't want to move, Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing and said, "Keep your team together."

All the things that could be sold had been sold out by this point. The result of Song Pingqing's patchwork was that Gu Zongnan received a pot of chrysanthemum tea, and Wu Qiming, Shen Ci and Wen Zhuo each received a glass of lemonade.

Gu Zongnan really wanted to ask why his was different from theirs. After all, lemonade was sweet and delicious with ice cubes.

Then I found that I couldn't open my mouth at all.

Gu Zongnan tried several times, but could only helplessly drink the chrysanthemum tea.

The young man now reacted and thought that chrysanthemum tea was also good, and that his elder brother really cared about him.

In fact, that was what Song Pingqing had left in his pocket when Murong Xue got angry a few days ago.

Other stalls were still operating "busily". Song Pingqing, who still had some energy left, carried a bucket full of tokens in each hand and was about to deliver them to the school settlement office.

When Wen Zhuo saw this scene, his voice was still hoarse, but his legs stopped shaking. He stood up and said, "Thank you for your hard work, big brother. Let me take care of the errands."

Song Pingqing glanced at him and reasonably suspected that he was looking for an opportunity to show off to Wen Yue.

Okay, go if you want to.

Seeing this, Song Pingqing put the bucket on the ground and motioned Wen Zhuo to carry it himself.

The tokens made by Baihua Academy are made of metal, which are beautiful and heavy. When Wen Zhuo received the tokens, he didn't think much about it. He just thought that the quality of the tokens was good and he could keep a few as souvenirs.

When it was time to take it away and hand it in, Wen Zhuo came over and lifted it up with force, but the big bucket on the ground just shook a little and showed no sign of being picked up.

Wen Zhuo's face turned red instantly.

Song Pingqing witnessed the whole process: "Tsk... can you do it?"

Young man, with your limited stamina, how will you survive in this infinite flow game in the future?

Monster: Oh! This player has less stamina than me!

Wen Zhuo wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

However, there is definitely no crack in the ground, but you can still find one by the stairs.

Wen Zhuo tried to save his dignity: "I didn't know this thing was so heavy. I'll try again."

The fact is that if you can't lift something, you just can't lift it, no matter how many times you try.

Gu Zongnan couldn't bear it anymore, so he walked over and stood beside Wen Zhuo, staring at him with a look that Wen Zhuo had seen before.

Wen Zhuo immediately became aware: "Brother."

Little Green Tea certainly has his own way.

Gu Zongnan patted Wen Zhuo on the shoulder and went with him carrying the token bucket.

I'm really dreaming back to the day when I was moving my luggage during military training.

Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing: "Are you tired?"

Song Pingqing thought for a moment and said, "Not bad."

"I've booked a pretty good French restaurant in the city center. Do you want to go?"

"Now?" Song Pingqing was a little excited.

It stands to reason...her work is indeed over.

"Of course. Right now."

The two of them ran away as soon as they said they would, leaving Wen Zhuo to coax the other three exhausted young men to clean up the battlefield.

Wen Zhuo wanted to cry but had no tears: If I were to do such a thankless task out of spite, I would be a complete idiot!!!

Seeing Wen Zhuo like this, Wu Qiming comforted him, "Look, if we finish the work earlier, we can go home earlier to rest. It's better than them setting up the stall until four o'clock, having to gather together to deliver tokens for settlement, and then having to clean up the venue after returning, right?"

There is no comfort without comparison. Looking at the stalls next to him, Wen Zhuo was barely comforted: "What you said makes sense."

In fact, when it comes to emotional value, Wu Qiming is quite good.

"Besides, who knows if they can finish by four o'clock?" Seeing that his comfort was effective, Wu Qiming added another sentence.

In an instant, Wen Zhuo's hands seemed to have more strength as he cleaned!

Song Pingqing didn't know how they cleaned it. He only knew that the French food Murong Xue ordered tasted pretty good, and she could go home and have a good sleep after eating.

Going to the market?

I won’t go there. I’ve already worked for most of the day, who has the time to look at those things?

However, Song Pingqing still asked, "Do you want to go back to the school market later?"

"No." Murong Xue refused decisively, "It's not as interesting as the night market you took me to."

The child has seen other scenery now, so why would he be attracted to this small market?

Hearing this answer, Song Pingqing suddenly laughed: "Do you want to go to the night market, or do you want to find another brother or sister for Meiqiu?"

"I want to eat something from the night market." Murong Xue put down her cutlery and looked at Song Pingqing. Her expression was calm, but her eyes were frighteningly bright.

Well, the kid is greedy again.

Song Pingqing smiled dotingly: "Okay. I'll do it for you when I get the chance."

Little Green Tea put in so much effort, giving gifts and saying all kinds of nice things to ask for support from his brothers and sisters, and finally successfully completed the event. It's a pity that the evaluation results made him very upset.

When they returned to school on Monday, the ratings came out and their stall was still classified at the same level as Wen Yue's stall.

Well, there were seventy-six stalls in total, and twenty-eight first-level stalls were selected.

It is obvious from the result that this is just for entertaining children.

Song Pingqing and Murong Xue had actually anticipated this result.

When she heard about the rule change a few days ago, Murong Xue privately complained to Song Pingqing: "Even the rules are so lax, and they have to make changes after collective feedback from students. This activity is just a joke."

The subtext in Murong Xue's words was very clear: Just treat this as a joke, don't take it too seriously.

Song Pingqing agreed with Murong Xue's point of view: "I really don't know how Wen Zhuo will react when he realizes this."

Unfortunately, Wen Zhuo was so eager to win over Wen Yue that he had no way of looking at the matter objectively. It was not until the results of the booth rating were announced that Wen Zhuo finally realized the essence of this event - to please children.

Just like many kindergarten sports meets, there are rewards as long as you participate.

Wen Zhuo sat in his seat, holding a book in his left hand and a pen in his right hand.

Numb like an emotionless learning machine.

Wen Zhuo: I am the eldest son of the Wen family, and I have been educated as an heir since I was a child. Why could I be so easily deceived by such an activity? !

Song Pingqing and Murong Xue came in from outside together. When they saw Wen Zhuo's appearance, they looked at each other subconsciously.

Song Pingqing leaned close to Murong Xue's ear and whispered, "What a poor kid."

"People who are emotionally aroused are still too irrational." Murong Xue sighed, "We can't do this in the future."

It was because Wen Zhuo didn't hear this, otherwise Little Green Tea would have asked, "You two, father and daughter, have even stuffed the black card into Song Pingqing's hands, so what qualifications do you have to talk about me?"