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

Normally, such alumni gatherings should not have outsiders like Dong Qiangxun attending, but Baihua College was too rich, and after verifying with the accompanying people and finding two people to guarantee them, they let Dong Qiangxun in.

This kind of thing would never come to Song Pingqing's attention, so it was solved directly by Zheng Jiu.

Dong Qiangxun didn't want to visit their school, but he couldn't resist Zheng Jiu's repeated invitations.

In the end, it was the sentence "If you and Ding Luheng succeed in this project, your children may be sent here in the future" that moved him.

So Zheng Jiu drafted him into the army, put on a red vest and went to serve the alumni.

Dong Qiangxun was handing out flyers under the scorching sun with an enthusiastic smile on his face, cursing in his heart: It turns out that the descendants of capitalists are also capitalists. Never believe what they say.

However, Zheng Jiu's voice came through the headset from time to time: "The person in front of you is the general manager of XX Group, responsible for the XXX project, the content is..."

The explanation was very detailed, and he only introduced those people who might be useful to Dong Qiangxun's plan when he was free.

Zheng Jiu: Is there any better opportunity than this to teach him to remember faces?

Dong Qiangxun: It’s too early to criticize. Isn’t this better than blindly looking for investment?

Song Pingqing had no idea what was going on here. He just thought that the alumni reunion was just like that and there was nothing special about it.

Some people talk about their projects everywhere, while others show off their college entrance examination scores.

They are very divided, but they are indeed the same group.

Song Pingqing's eyes would occasionally sweep over a few people he had memorized in advance, observing their style of doing things.

"Does Pingqing have his own things to do?"

Shen Wushuang saw that Song Pingqing was consciously observing someone, so he said, "If you have something to do, go and do it at any time. We can meet at any time."

"No hurry, I want to observe it for a while."

As soon as Song Pingqing finished speaking, a strange feeling came over him, and his expression suddenly became a little strange: "I'm a little anxious now."

"What's wrong?" Shen Wushuang and Murong Xue were both startled.

Why are you suddenly so anxious for no reason?

Song Pingqing: "I need to go to the bathroom."

Murong Xue and Shen Wushuang both choked.

What a great attitude, this is the mentality.

It is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"I think it will take a while. Aunt Shen, Xue'er, you guys go ahead and turn around."

Song Pingqing took out a pack of toilet paper from his bag and ran to the nearest teaching building to solve the urgent problem.

Shen Wushuang and Murong Xue looked at each other and continued walking forward. Anyway, Song Pingqing had just graduated from here, and there was no point in her visiting the campus.

There were many people attending the party, and it was not appropriate for them all to rush into one area at once, so we only set a time for gathering in the cafeteria at noon, and the remaining few hours were free to do whatever we wanted.

If you are a student who has just graduated from school and are not interested in visiting, it is the same to go directly to the cafeteria at noon.

When Song Ping came out after washing his hands and just contacted Murong Xue, he had not taken a few steps when he ran into Wen Zhuo who was sneaking around on the lawn.

The two looked at each other, and each saw a string of swear words in the other's eyes.

Song Pingqing: There is nothing more terrifying than suddenly seeing a person in the bushes.

Wen Zhuo: Why isn’t she affected by the barrier I set up?

Silence spread between the two of them. After a long time, it was Song Pingqing who broke the strange atmosphere first.

She pointed to the teaching building next to her: "There's a bathroom over there."

Wen Zhuo, who was already a little upset, blushed after hearing this: "Who are you scolding?"

For Wen Zhuo, nothing is more terrifying than being caught by an old friend while secretly planning a special event.

"So what are you doing?" Song Pingqing looked him up and down.

No way, no way, no way? Infinite flow games teach you players to squat in the bushes and do little tricks?

"I'm tying my shoes, okay?"

The image of "green tea brother" that Wen Zhuo had accumulated all this time was completely shattered in an instant, and he completed his work at a rapid pace.

While burying the thing in the grass, he muttered, "When I'm done, I'm going to erase all your memories."

Song Pingqing leaned over and watched him bury the small piece of iron:...I don’t really want to remember this scene either.

Otherwise, when I see people from the Wen family again in the future, I will always have the illusion that everyone in the Wen family will squat anywhere.

Wen Zhuo stepped hard on the soil on the ground: "Really, you wasted my chance to modify my memory for no reason."

Unfortunately, Wen Zhuo cursed in front of Song Pingqing for a long time. When he finally picked up the prop to use on Song Pingqing, he got a cold reminder:

[Invalid use, please select a target with a lower level than yourself. ]

Wen Zhuo was confused.

Song Pingqing is not a player, so he cannot hear the prompt sound, but he can see what Wen Zhuo is doing.

In Song Pingqing's eyes, Wen Zhuo was staring at a pen in a daze.

"Brother, you are not capable of this, are you?" Song Pingqing was amused by this series of moves.

"Who are you saying is incompetent?" Wen Zhuo gritted his teeth and pressed the end of the pen three times.

Received three cold warnings.

[Invalid use, please select a target with a lower level than yourself. ]

[Invalid use, please select a target with a lower level than yourself. ]

[Invalid use, please select a target with a lower level than yourself. ]

Wen Zhuo: Good news, the opportunity was not wasted. Bad news, someone with a good memory remembered my dark history.

Song Pingqing didn't know why Wen Zhuo's props couldn't be used, but that didn't prevent Song Pingqing from seeing Wen Zhuo's nervousness and embarrassment.

"Ah... poor brother, you are still under too much pressure." Song Pingqing reached out and patted Wen Zhuo on the shoulder, his voice full of emotion and worry.

"I know you're having a hard time, but you have to be strong and don't push yourself so hard."

Song Pingqing only wanted to get information related to the Shang Group from Wen Zhuo, but did not want to get involved in the matter between him and Bai Mao.

So at this moment, Song Pingqing took the initiative to find a way out for Wen Zhuo, and explained his "abnormal behavior" as excessive mental stress.

“You should relax when it’s time to relax.”

"We, the sisters, are still here behind you."

Wen Zhuo felt numb after hearing this.

Wen Zhuo: I knew it, I should have known it long ago. If Murong Xue can defy fate and change her destiny, how could she be without capable people around her!

"...Can you help me?"

Song Pingqing nodded immediately and said, "As long as you don't ask me to squat in the flowers and dig the soil with you, I'm still willing to help you."

【Chinese translation: You should be sensible about your requests and don't expect me to go crazy with you. 】

Wen Zhuo, who had no idea how many cards Song Pingqing had, finally compromised with his head down: "Just pretend you don't remember this matter and don't mention it to anyone else, okay?"

"Row."

A strange light flashed across Song Pingqing's eyes.

Murong Xue was familiar with this light.

This is what happens every time Song Pingqing has bad intentions.

Sure enough, the next second Song Pingqing raised the corner of his mouth, smiling proudly and arrogantly: "The hush money can't be less."