The result of the examination was simply lack of sleep. Murong Xue even went to the hospital in person for an annual physical examination. After getting Song Pingqing's examination results, she breathed a sigh of relief but also couldn't help but get a little angry.

"Can you stop your hobby in the Sanda team? Hmm?" Murong Xue held the report in one hand and used the other hand to push Song Pingqing, who was sitting in the corridor outside the clinic, against the wall.

Song Pingqing was woken up immediately by the sound of a bang. He blinked and looked at Murong Xue with such an innocent look. It was obvious that he learned this from Meiqiu.

"What did the doctor say?" Song Pingqing rubbed his eyes gently and yawned loudly.

"The doctor said that not getting enough sleep like this will affect your growth."

Murong Xue relied on this brief height advantage to stare into Song Pingqing's eyes, firmly not allowing her to change the subject: "So! Stop your hobby of the Sanda team! Anyway, you promised me that you would stop playing in competitions after entering junior high school."

...The kid has a pretty good memory.

Song Pingqing was slightly embarrassed, but facing Murong Xue's serious and steadfast gaze that could not be rejected, he still made a concession.

"Then I should reduce the amount of training, from four times a week to twice a week, is that okay?"

Murong Xue frowned: "You still want to practice?"

Song Pingqing blinked.

"You are really... You have so many bodyguards, but you still insist on such a project."

Murong Xue really couldn't do anything to her, but she did give in, so she could only say one more sentence:

"Twice is fine, but it has to be on Friday or Saturday, and you can sleep a little longer the next day, okay?"

Seeing Murong Xue's concerned look, Song Pingqing couldn't help but laugh and tease: "Oh my, our eldest lady is really becoming more and more caring."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Murong Xue slapped Song Pingqing's medical report into her arms and said angrily, "I don't care if he gets exhausted to death if I change someone else!"

"Don't change the subject. From now on, you are only allowed to practice on Fridays and Saturdays. Remember?!"

"Okay, okay, I'll remember it." Song Pingqing picked up the report that was almost slipping off his body, moved to the side, and stood up.

The wall-dong that Murong Xue had thought was very oppressive just now suddenly lost all the shock.

Murong Xue withdrew her hand angrily.

Oh... she stood up so quickly, she hasn’t been “sister” enough!

The two-hour Sanda training was optimized, and Song Pingqing had two more hours of rest time every day. His spirit in class immediately changed.

As expected, children need enough sleep to have the energy to study.

Baimao Tiandao didn’t know if he was busy or what, but the message was unusually long. Half a month after I sent it, he finally replied:

"Those without arrows are targeted by other worlds. You don't need to worry about them."

This answer was too broad. Song Pingqing's imagination almost went to outer space. He thought for a long time before replying: "Infinite flow game?"

This time Baimao Tiandao replied quickly:

"The old lady has read quite a lot of literature. It's pretty much the same as what you guessed. In fact, people like them have good abilities and luck, but it's a pity that my abilities are too weak and I can't use them at all. Don't worry about them. You can't control them. Just treat them as ordinary people."

She really guessed it right.

"Also, I've been feeling sleepy lately. Does it have anything to do with changing my fate?" Song Pingqing caught hold of Tiandao who was online and was not willing to let him go. He immediately asked a question that concerned him more.

This time, Baimao Tiandao paused for a while, and after checking and confirming, he replied to Song Pingqing: "It's totally okay, you just lack sleep."

...Okay, I guessed wrong this time.

But it doesn't matter if I guessed wrong.

Song Pingqing replied to Baimao Tiandao: "Got it, I'm going to sleep now."

After sending the message, I didn’t wait for a reply, but just put down my phone, got into bed and went to sleep.

Because of the answer given by Baimao Tiandao, Song Pingqing couldn't help but feel a little more sympathy and emotion when he saw and heard Zhuo again.

I feel sorry for the little green tea girl who was chosen by that crappy game.

I feel emotional... I feel emotional about the character of Little Green Tea. He seems weak and fragile, but after all, he is the successor trained by the Wen family. If he really enters the game, he will definitely not be a person who will suffer any loss.

There is also that extremely beautiful female classmate named Wen Yue, who also has no arrow.

Song Pingqing: Really, if possible, I would like to see if there will be any sparks after the two of them enter the game. Just thinking about it makes me feel exciting.

Song Pingqing always feels that he has met some great future couple, but unfortunately the reality is very cruel, and this pair of "couples" has not even met for the second time.

However, this kind of thought that has nothing to do with one's own life is meaningless no matter how much one thinks about it. In just two days, Song Pingqing completely put this matter behind him.

After all, it is more important to live your own life well.

Before the National Day holiday, Zhao Lei bought back the shares of Xiaolujiang that Song Pingqing had been longing for.

At the beginning, the superior group of a certain point offered 3 million US dollars. Song Pingqing was not old enough to set up a group company, so he could only start with the price and raised the budget to 4.5 million US dollars.

Zhao Lei finally negotiated a price of 3.7 million US dollars. With that much real money, Song Pingqing actually became the boss of Xiaolujiang.

I don’t know if Mr. Qi, who was so arrogant at the time, will regret it or be so angry that he wants to smoke, but Zhao Lei is extremely happy.

Because Song Pingqing was very happy, not only was she happy, she also fully expressed her satisfaction with Zhao Lei as a worker, and simply waved her hand and gave Zhao Lei a bonus of 500,000 RMB.

Zhao Lei was so happy that he managed his expression: "No, no, no..."

Before he could finish his words, they disappeared in Song Pingqing's half-smile eyes which contained a subtle emotion.

"What are you looking at?" Zhao Lei received the bonus and inexplicably felt like he was 20 years younger.

Song Pingqing laughed dryly: "Haha, when they go back to their hometown for the New Year, they want the New Year's money but are too embarrassed to take it directly. It's exactly the same as what you did just now."

On the surface it seems impossible, but in my heart I just want to stuff more in.

Zhao Lei: ...I should not have been so polite to you.

Seeing Zhao Lei's rare embarrassment, Song Pingqing immediately gave his best worker a way out: "Alright, alright, take it quickly. You saved me $800,000, so I'll give you a bonus of $500,000. It's not too much."

Please, the exchange rate is still around 7.5.

This saved her a lot of money!

Song Pingqing: Don't stop me from giving money to Zhao Lei! This is what he deserves!

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