My Girlfriend is More Than Beautiful

"By the window...the penultimate row..."

Li Ziqian put his schoolbag on the corresponding table, stretched out his hand to block the sunlight coming in from the window, pulled away the chair and sat down, staring at the crowd walking in the classroom with his chin.

On the first day of the second semester of high school, an essential thing after the thorough examination is to change seats.

Li Ziqian's class is not many, that is, more than 60.

After finishing the class in the first semester of high school, Li Ziqian's impression of most of the students in the class only stayed on the concept of 'knowing the name'.

It's not so much that he doesn't make a wide range of friends, but it's a "miracle" that he can remember the names of more than 60 classmates in the class in Li Ziqian's cognitive concept.

After all, he's not a courtesan, and he doesn't have that need to get along well with the class.

In his opinion, the so-called interpersonal relationships in high school are nothing more than group behavior based on the same table, front and back tables, and groups.

After all, when it comes to exams, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors.

Perhaps the advantage of having a wide range of friends at school is that you will never end up going to the cafeteria to eat by yourself at any time.

Whether it is charged or not, it really does not depend on whether the friendship is extensive.

In addition to the basic personality and emotional intelligence, the main thing is to look at the appearance and wallet.

"Hello."

Just when Li Ziqian was groaning about the sophistication of high school students, a deserted business came from his upper right.

Turning his head to look at the source of the sound, Li Ziqian slightly raised his eyebrows in surprise.

It is Mo Nanbei.

His new roommate.

If he were an ordinary high school boy, he would have shouted 'Long live the seat change! 'of.

Mo Nanbei, sixteen years old, a sophomore in high school, is impeccable from appearance to grades.

Since entering high school, her grades have been stable in the top ten.

Long black hair, airy bangs favored by contemporary aesthetics, just the right height, and a delicate and beautiful appearance.

If you compare the girls in the grade, with Mo Nanbei's appearance, she is definitely in the top three.

Even in some two-dimensional groups, Mo Nanbei is well-deserved first.

After all, the black long straight competes with the high, after all, the black silk competes with the high, this look is really good for everyone's XP.

Yucai Private High School, where Li Ziqian studied, has its own school uniform for the reason of "creating campus characteristics".

Although there is a little more school uniform fee, it saves the students from the torture of blue and white sportswear, and also adds a million little visual enjoyment.

Wearing shirts and suits to school is a little inconvenient, and I need to change clothes before going to Schrodinger's gym class.

but!

As long as one thinks that there are still hundreds of thousands of JKs in the school, everyone also feels that these inconveniences are not unbearable.

In a sense, after weighing the pros and cons, everyone can only say, 'The school leaders did a great job! I know the king! ’

Thinking of this, Li Ziqian subconsciously glanced at Mo Nanbei who was sitting next to him.

The legs are folded and stretched straight on the table and the subtle curve makes people marvel at 'what a pair of good legs'.

It's just... what makes people sad is the dress of Mo Nanbei's upper body.

Her suit jacket, which was n sizes too large, was in her winter uniform, and the sports coat she wore all the time in her summer short-sleeved uniform.

The matching of the lower body uniform skirt with black silk and the upper body loose long-sleeved sportswear is really hard to compliment.

However, as long as people look good, wearing a plastic bag on their body is a new fashion.

Mo Nanbei's 'stubborn' behavior will only make her more recognizable.

The seats of the students in the class are arranged by the teacher. Although he doesn't know what the purpose of his head teacher, Lao Wang, has arranged Mo Nanbei to be his tablemate, but considering the advantage of being eye-catching... it seems that the adjustment of this seat is not bad. ?

Sign up?

However, Mo Nanbei is a girl...

'It doesn't feel like they can play together very well. ’

It's a pity that there is a lot less fun in fishing in class.

It may not be very convenient to run and play games and make appointments.

The most important thing is that when you are bored in class, you don't know who to talk to when you are full of rants.

"Ugh."

With a deep sigh, Li Ziqian realized the reality.

With Erlang's legs crossed, he looked at the clock hanging above the front door, estimated the time when the teacher came to the classroom, and by the way, he was in a daze.

About five minutes later, before the class bell rang, the teacher came.

With a symbolic tap on the blackboard, the classroom instantly turned from noise to silence.

"Class begins!"

The visitor is the head teacher, Lao Wang, who is also the teacher of this math class.

At this time, no martyr dared to jump out and say, "There are still two minutes before class." With the silence of the whole class, the math class began.

Li Ziqian originally wanted to fish, but when he looked at his tablemate, he didn't seem to be able to chat with him.

In response, he could only sigh again, took out his notebook from the hole in the table in resignation, and began to act as a good student.

The content of the first math class in the second semester of high school is quite friendly.

There is nothing particularly difficult new content, but it is a summary and review of the knowledge learned in the last semester.

On the madness of the teaching progress of key high schools.

That is probably, two weeks after the start of the second year of high school, you can directly start the review for the college entrance examination.

Before the get out of class, Lao Wang calmly walked from the podium

"There's not much homework today, just a few sets of papers."

"…"

It's really not much, it's just a few sets of comprehensive papers, and it only takes two or three hours to finish writing it.

After Lao Wang left the class refreshed, although the classroom was full of complaints, no one really dared to tear up the scroll without writing.

The comprehensive review has already begun. At this time, anyone who knows what to do will have long learned to cooperate and win-win in homework.

The homework in high school, you know everything you know, and if you can complete it all by yourself, it is purely without friends.

Li Ziqian silently put the paper in his hand back into the paper holder, stretched out, and put the things for the next class on the table.

In the next two classes, Li Ziqian felt no exception to what the teachers said before the get out of class ended.

"Not much homework today, just xxx"

Sentences like this were so common that he felt like a waste of saliva when he complained.

Xu is that teachers really have unrealistic expectations and delusions about the students they teach.

I always feel that these 100 million little homework can be done in one night with hard work.

'Oh...let's talk to this same tablemate...

After all... what if, right?

Could you write a little less...'