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

The two sat side by side looking at the materials. Because they often did collaborative assignments together over the years, Murong Xue placed an extra chair and an eye-protection lamp in Song Pingqing's room.

The information provided by Baihua Academy is like a script for a script-killing game. It contains about two to three thousand words and introduces the situation between human civilization and the discovered alien civilization.

The information from the Russian Bear Group includes not only an assessment report by Russian Bear scientists on the current technological development of this alien civilization, but also more information on the current technological development of human civilization, including which ones are ahead of Russian Bear, which ones are ahead of Eagle Sauce, and which ones are ahead of Rabbit, all in great detail.

Song Pingqing found it incredible after reading a few chapters of information. Many of the contents directly broke her previous life's understanding of the speed of technological development, so she asked Murong Xue directly: "Of course, the alien civilization part is fabricated, but is the other information true?"

If this is true, then the technology in this world is much more advanced than Song Pingqing imagined. It’s just that many things have only been developed and have not yet been popularized to the public.

Murong Xue was not surprised that Song Pingqing would ask this question. She just looked at Song Pingqing deeply and said, "It's basically true."

"So don't just look at the small piece of land in front of you." Murong Xue said in a light tone, as if possessed by a domineering boss, tapping the information on the table with her fingertips, "The things that really make money are all here."

Seeing Song Pingqing was a little discouraged, Murongxue curled her lips and said, "Whether it's Wanmu Commercial Plaza, the hotels under the group, or those various luxury brands, these things without technical content are all made for outsiders to see."

"A truly good business doesn't just make money, and it doesn't show it in public."

At this point, Murong Xue realized that she had said too much, so she reached out to pick up the milk tea on the table and took a few sips to hide her embarrassment.

Song Pingqing finally understood why Murong Xue insisted on dragging her to attend this crappy Model United Nations conference. It seemed like she was waiting for her here.

Sure enough, it is possible to become rich overnight, but the distance between ordinary people like us and the wealthy is too far, and it is impossible for a few small industries to catch up overnight.

"Take it slow." Song Pingqing said this, but in fact he didn't have much confidence in himself.

If it was really as Murong Xue said, the cake would have been divided up long ago. Given her background, she should not try to squeeze in without considering her own abilities.

There's nothing wrong with being a modest wealthy woman.

“I don’t know when the message from the other team member will arrive.”

In the rest room after reading the materials, Song Pingqing pinched his slightly sore neck and said, "Although there are classes tomorrow, I will take a leave in the afternoon to weigh myself and stay in a hotel."

After all, Song Pingqing would participate in Sanda competitions during the May Day holiday every year.

"The college is very efficient. I guess we'll know tomorrow morning." Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing who was slumped in his chair. "I'll ask Aunt Zhang to pack my luggage for me tomorrow, and then I'll go to the hotel with you."

Song Pingqing sat up in surprise: "Don't you want to watch me play? Why are you going?"

Ever since she was playing a competition and her teeth were changing that year, Murong Xue never came to see her again.

"Although it's too late to meet offline, after you weigh yourself tomorrow we can have a small meeting online with a third person to divide the work."

Murong Xue tapped the thick information on the table lightly: "There are only a dozen days. Even if I don't go out to play during the holidays, it is impossible for me to read so much information by myself."

For a moment, Song Pingqing felt that Murong Xue was really tolerant of him.

Song Pingqing was very clear that he was here to be Murong Xue's little follower. According to this logic, when Song Pingqing's personal hobbies and affairs conflict with Murong Xue's arrangements, Song Pingqing should take the initiative to adjust his arrangements and cooperate with Murong Xue.

But the fact is, although Murong Xue did not understand why Song Pingqing liked such an intense and injury-prone sport, and although Murong Xue had additional arrangements, she never intended to let Song Pingqing give up the competition, but instead adjusted her schedule to accommodate her.

"You are so nice." Song Pingqing thought so and said so.

This sudden remark made Murong Xue, who was arranging her itinerary, couldn't help but reveal an expression of "what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Your arrangement is really good." Song Pingqing found a way out for himself, "Now I can play the game with peace of mind."

Now Murong Xue knew why she had said that nonsense before, and she said, "Nonsense."

Song Pingqing looked at her with a smile and thought: The young lady is such a good person.

With Murong Xue's considerate accommodation, Song Pingqing can finally play the game without any worries.

Different from the talented students specially recruited by Baihua College who were determined to follow this path, the highest level competition Song Pingqing participated in now was the provincial competition. The reason was simple: it was close to home and would not delay Murong Xue's affairs.

Therefore, even though Song Pingqing is actually quite talented in this field and her performance in competitive training is not inferior to that of her teammates in national competitions, she still did not continue to play in the competition.

After all, Song Pingqing knew very well what was more important.

The third member of the Mao Xiong Group is Zheng Qishi, a sophomore at Baihua College.

Although there was a huge age gap between them, the three of them had no problem communicating with each other. They agreed on the division of labor and where to meet after Song Pingqing's competition on May 3rd in just a few words online.

There wasn't even an online meeting, just a phone call that lasted only three minutes.

Half a minute of self-introduction, one and a half minutes of division of labor, and another minute to agree on the time and place to meet on the 3rd.

When the call was hung up, Song Pingqing was still a little dazed: "That's it??? That's it???"

"Then what else do you want?" Murong Xue was puzzled. "Isn't it good that the communication went smoothly?"

"There's no plot like 'I'm the senior, I'm much older than you, you have to listen to me', and then the two of us have to compete with him in wits and courage to make him accept our views and plans?"

This is going so smoothly!

It doesn't feel like a Mary Sue plot at all.

Murong Xue stood up immediately after hearing this and touched Song Pingqing's forehead: "You don't have a fever either? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Song Pingqing:... Never mind. After all, no one in this world understands me.

Murong Xue: "Are you really crazy from writing novels?"

Oh. Shame on you.

Song Pingqing covered his face and said, "Just think of me as someone who was writing stupidly."

Song Pingqing felt that something was amiss in this world that had suddenly become normal.

With Murong Xue's arrangements to "cover the situation", Song Pingqing played the game with great pleasure. After receiving his medal and certificate, when he staggered out of the stadium, Murong Xue had been waiting in the nanny car for quite some time.

Seeing Song Pingqing coming over, Murong Xue looked her up and down carefully and said, "It looks like she didn't get hurt this time."

"After all, it's getting stronger."

Song Pingqing spoke carelessly, as if nothing had happened, but his hand subconsciously touched his right ribs.

In fact, this time the opponent was a bit tricky and her moves were quite ruthless, but she was not bad either. With her extraordinary strength and superb skills, she still managed to win the game.

Murong Xue saw her little movements and knew that she was still injured to some extent. She put down the information in her hand and said, "How long do you plan to play this game? You don't want to be the world champion, do you?"

"I don't have that ability." Song Pingqing hurriedly got into the car, picked up a bottle of mineral water and drank it, watching the electric door slowly close. "It's only been in the past two years. While I don't have many companies, I can still have some fun."

By the time the game company is established, she will probably be in junior high school. The study intensity at Baihua College is there. Song Pingqing can stick to training three or four times a week and maintain the good habit of exercising. There is no point in playing competitions for her.

"Well, as long as you know it in your mind." Murong Xue was quite satisfied with this answer.

The meeting place for the three members of the Bear Group was chosen to be a private room of a high-end Western restaurant in Vancouver, which was the place booked by senior Zheng Qishi.

When Song Pingqing and Murong Xue arrived with their computers and documents, the senior had already arrived. Judging from the half-drunk cup of coffee and the messy yet somewhat orderly piles of documents on the desk, he must have been there for a long time.

Zheng Qishi, both in appearance and figure, is somewhat similar to the Russian bear.

When Song Pingqing saw this man for the first time, he felt that his facial features were particularly profound. Looking more closely, he saw that his brown hair was slightly curly and his skin was a little too pale.

After all, it was their first meeting, so in order to hide his somewhat surprised expression, Song Pingqing politely complimented him: "Senior Zheng is quite handsome."

Zheng Qishi had been looked at this way since he was a child. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "My grandmother is from the Maoxiong tribe. She has some ethnic minority blood."

They simply greeted each other. After all, they had communicated over the phone before, so they had to give Zheng Qishi a chance to figure out who was who between Murong Xue and Song Pingqing.

After exchanging pleasantries in less than half a minute, the three of them took out their respective materials and started the group meeting in a businesslike manner.

First, they briefly reported the progress of the sorting to each other, briefly described some of their current views, and then continued to look at their own materials.

There is a saying that goes, I'm not afraid of god-like opponents, but I'm afraid of pig-like teammates.

It is still unknown whether Zheng Qishi is a god-like teammate, but judging from the fact that he did not ignore the opinions of these two teammates simply because of his age, and that he was so serious during the communication that he treated Song Pingqing and Murong Xue as peers, the third person in the Russian Bear Group will at least not be a pig-like teammate.

Despite the large age gap between the three, they collaborated efficiently and did not hinder each other as expected.