My Girlfriend is More Than Beautiful

Without the slightest hesitation, with the straw on the milk tea in his mouth, Li Ziqian directly logged into the trumpet and clicked on Mo Nanbei's QQ to send a text mocking the past.

[Li Ziqian: Stupid idiot, I can't think of it, I didn't sleep. 】

【Mo Nanbei:…】

[Mo Nanbei: So, you are very proud of making up your homework until now, aren't you? 】

"…"

Should it be said to be Mo Nanbei?

Like her father, do you always think the angle is very tricky when looking at problems?

However, the ridicule in his heart returned to the ridicule in his heart, and he couldn't answer what Mo Nanbei said.

After all, it is a very sad fact that he also makes up for homework.

He will be in a disadvantageous position by facing Mo Nan north again.

So at this time, adhering to the principle of collapsing, withdrawing and selling out, he chose to ignore the message sent by Mo Nanbei, go straight to fork off the chat interface, and continue to make up his last remaining homework.

Finally, around four in the morning, Li Ziqian lay down on his bed.

At this time, there are still one hour and thirty minutes before he gets up early.

How...how can I sleep.

the next day.

Monday, six o'clock in the morning, in front of Rosen's cash register.

Li Ziqian met Mo Nanbei again.

Looking at the three cups of Americano in the other's shopping box, he had the urge to laugh out loud.

However, he can't laugh.

Because so does he.

He also bought two cups of American style. Unlike Mo Nanbei, he brought himself a bottle of Red Bull.

Once again, the two people who met each other by chance were speechless, or the sympathy and ridicule for each other were all silent.

On the bus, Mo Nanbei was clearly mentally detached from the Three Realms.

The hair on her head exploded, and her head rested on the armrest like a corpse.

The distance between one stop is very close, and the road conditions around six o'clock in the morning are not very bad.

The distance of one stop is soon to come.

The reminder to get off rang, but Mo Nanbei, who was leaning against the armrest, remained motionless.

"Hey, let's go."

Li Ziqian shouted at Mo Nanbei.

"…"

Mo Nanbei did not respond.

"Hey! Get off!"

"Ok…"

After hearing Li Ziqian's high decibel shout, Mo Nanbei finally moved.

After she replied in a low voice, she grabbed Li Ziqian's elbow and pushed her shoulders, pinched his sleeve with two fingers, and followed him off the bus.

So cute, it seems really hard to believe that this special person is actually Mo Nanbei.

It's just that the two of them look like..."Me and the Dog".

How does he take his sleepy dog ​​out for a walk?

Ok? ? ?

This analogy is appropriate, when he walked to the school gate and passed by the dean, he did not react.

Fortunately, there are many students at the gate of the school, and the two of them are not very obvious when the crowd is crowded.

Rao, the sharp-eyed dean, didn't create something out of nothing at such a time, so he omits an explanation.

Walking into the class, Mo Nanbei sat in his seat, his face on the table.

"…"

Sure enough, this person was the cutest when he died.

Looking at Mo Nanbei who was motionless next to him, Li Ziqian twitched the corners of his mouth and thought.

￥￥￥￥￥￥

in lesson.

Sure enough, coffee is only superficial, and the so-called sobriety when jealous and sleepy is only a psychological effect.

Red Bull is also trash.

It's useless, so sleepy.

Support him to fall asleep without falling back, but he is just the teacher of the fierce yuppie on stage.

When he was in a trance, the teacher in front of the stage suddenly launched a wave of gank against him,

"Li Ziqian, keep reading."

read…?

continue?

What to read?

He doesn't even know anything except that today's class is on page 34.

Slowly getting up, looking at Fang Zai's book on the table, he fell into a moment of contemplation.

'It seems that if you go to the back and take a penalty stand... you can sleep against the wall. ‘

Just when he was already thinking about the aftermath, a hand reached out.

This is a left hand, holding a pen, the tip of the pen lightly draws a circle around a certain paragraph on his page, and taps twice.

!

Help! Brothers! !

With his hand on the desk, Mo Nanbei gave Mo Nanbei a nice gesture, then he cleared his throat and read aloud.