My Girlfriend is More Than Beautiful

How did this person say this so confidently?

What did he just say?

Are you sorry for your teachers, your parents, and your grades?

This is so farting, isn't it?

"Phew—", thinking of this, Mo Nanbei couldn't help but take a deep breath.

What it means to be unreasonable and strong, Mo Nanbei finally saw it today.

There must be something wrong with this guy!

Outrageous!

At this moment, the expression on Mo Nanbei's face was uncontrollable surprise.

Σ(⊙▽⊙“

On the other hand, as the initiator of all this, Li Ziqian was extremely happy.

If possible, he even wanted to take out his mobile phone from his schoolbag to photograph Mo Nanbei's expression at this time.

For nothing else, it was just too much fun.

The expression visible to the naked eye was cracked, and the expression was stunned and confused.

If this wasn't early self-study, Li Ziqianzhi would have been laughing wildly at the table.

"…"

"You, mom, it's fried!"

When Mo Nanbei saw the undisguised smile on Li Ziqian's face, she said this classic 'famous saying' again and again, word for word.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

However, Mo Nanbei's rage at this time only made Li Ziqian smile even more wanton and unscrupulous.

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The morning classes are very boring, except for lectures, it is just doing questions.

Its degree of boredom almost directly cured the insomnia that had accompanied Li Zi for thousands of years.

Thinking of hypnosis, Li Ziqian felt that there would be no more frustrating course than the first Chinese reading class in the afternoon.

He wanted to sleep but couldn't, but the papers and lectures kept forcing him to doze off.

Although it was the last class in the morning, the actual situation was not much better.

The boring time to do the questions made Li Ziqian more clearly feel the taste of empty stomach.

So, Li Ziqian, who doesn't want to study at all, just wants to fish now.

Fishing alone is worse than dragging people into the water. The old water ghost Li Ziqian turned to look at Mo Nanbei while thinking about how to fish.

Li Ziqian was very curious, what this person has been writing about.

The reading papers to be written in class have long been thrown aside by her.

Li Ziqian glanced slightly and could clearly see what was written on her paper.

For the first question, please briefly analyze the discussion ideas in paragraph 6 of the article

"Detailed, slightly."

? ? ?

The second question, read paragraph 5, briefly explain why 20th century historians challenged rational and critical historiography in the 19th century

"Same as above"

? ? ? ?

Can the teacher read this paper? ? ?

Does she dare to fish a little more? ?

However, Mo Nanbei, who looked down and wrote seriously, really didn't let the teacher sitting in the front row find any clues.

As long as you don't go to her side and take a closer look, I'm afraid you really think this person is writing papers here hard.

Outrageous!

Although I don't know what Mo Nanbei is writing, this does not prevent Li Ziqian from imitating a wave.

He also has something to do when it comes to fishing.

For example, write an outline, or occasionally write the text by hand and go home and type something.

Anyway, all in all, as long as he doesn't write reading questions, it's comfortable for him.

┓(′?`)┏

In the process of thinking about the novel, time really flies a lot faster.

The stomach is no longer hungry, and the head is no longer sleepy, and the whole person seems to be superimposed with buffs.

Soon, it was time for lunch break.

For lunch, Li Ziqian usually eats with his own hxd.

The one who came to eat with him today was the one who has been playing since he was a child.

Having been able to play with Li Ziqian for so long, their personalities cannot be said to be similar in smell, and they must be a nest of snakes and mice.

The nickname is Yu Yi, he wears glasses and is slightly fat. In the eyes of Li Ziqian, he is honest and reliable, and he is a good brother.

"Hey, what did you say recently?"

"nothing."

During the chat, Li Ziqian walked to the window of the school cafeteria,

"A serving of udon noodles."

"Still eat?"

Yu Yi, who followed Li Ziqian's order, showed a surprised expression.

"Yeah, what do you want to eat? Can you help me think about it?"

Saying that, Li Ziqian gave Yu Yi an angry look, as if he was looking at some hopeless coin.

Man, why do you want to eat.

Why think about what to eat every day?

If this philosophical question must be thought about, Li Ziqian feels that he should not talk about the irrationality of this question in a three- or four-thousand-word thesis.

He feels that, most of the time, the true thoughts of human beings are difficult to fathom.

For example, when the daily recipes are arranged by others, humans will complain that the food is not appetizing and delicious; but once they have the initiative, they will not know what to eat at all, and even miss the arranged ones. day.

Such a real reaction is very daunting.

Therefore, when faced with this kind of thing, Li Ziqian's choice is to eat something that is not very difficult to eat while keeping himself full at a minimum.

As a result, when he eats at school, basically every lunch he eats is udon noodles.

Clear soup, as a lunch, will not be very heavy, and pasta is easier to digest, and even a bowl of soup with noodles will not be too full.

A bowl of noodles is not enough to eat, so if he has a little spare appetite, he can also go to the supermarket to buy some snacks after dinner, to reward himself for studying hard, and on the grounds that I am only 70% full, I use the door and the door from time to time. The old man went out to buy a cup of milk tea.

Isn't this a beauty?

And for a stupid creature like Yu Yi who doesn't understand his energy-saving survival rules at all, he has always been dismissive.

Some people are destined to be like that.

Comprehension is at that level, and it is hopeless.