My Girlfriend is More Than Beautiful

The next day, March 9, Thursday, at 5 a.m.

In other words, only when you get up every day will you know the goodness of the bed and the quilt.

Getting up in agony, rolling out of bed every step of the way is torture.

Mo Nanbei felt as if he could clearly hear the quilt and the bed's reluctance to part with her.

"Ah..." She sighed, rubbed her head, and got up from the bed.

'I am really a person who loves to learn and is diligent. ’

With that in mind, she took off her bathrobe and walked to the bathroom.

The heavy status of a student is destined to have a super high efficiency of action.

For example, the whole process of waking up early, taking a shower, washing up, getting a haircut, getting dressed and ready to go out, Mo Nanbei only took about fifteen minutes to complete.

With her schoolbag on, Mo Nanbei walked into the elevator. After habitually pressing the button for the next floor, she froze in place for a few seconds.

Immediately after that, she frantically started to press the button on the 23rd floor.

Da-da-da-da.

"..."

Half a minute later, Mo Nan North Station was at the door of Li Ziqian's house.

She groped her chin, and after thinking for a while, she reached out and knocked on the door softly a few times.

However, she didn't get any response.

dong dong dong.

She knocked again.

Still no sound.

...

Silence is very strange in this early morning corridor.

‘I, shouldn’t I be tricked? ? ’

At this moment, an idea suddenly flashed into her mind.

Referring to Li Ziqian's personality...

Teeth were white, and the more he thought about it, the more likely Mo Nanbei frowned, and his mood instantly became unhappy.

"call…"

After taking a deep breath, she decided to give Li Ziqian one last chance.

So she silently raised her legs and kicked the door of Li Ziqian's house.

dong dong dong.

The same are all dongs, the difference is that the sound of kicking the door is mixed with a strong killing intent.

After three seconds.

door, open.

"Come on, no, sister, what are you doing????"

The person who opened the door was Li Ziqian who was buttoning up his white shirt.

"Knock on the door."

Facing Li Ziqian's question, Mo Nanbei's face was calm, as if the hysterical kicker was not her.

"No, you call this knocking on the door???"

At this moment, the expression on Li Ziqian's face was somewhat collapsed, and he was amazed by Mo Nanbei's unique way of knocking on the door.

Someone was in the bathroom, and as soon as he pushed the door and went out to get his clothes on, he heard someone banging on the door.

If it weren't for the summer now, and the dawn was early, if it was 5:30 in the morning in winter, he could just pick up the phone and give the police uncle an orngcall.

Did this person misunderstand the word knock on the door? ?

Ok? ? ?

Besides, can we be a little more ladylike? ?

He looks so quiet and cold, right?

Can you do something that matches your looks?

At this moment, Li Ziqian's mind was almost overflowing with complaints about Mo Nanbei.

As for this, Mo Nanbei put on a helpless look, she spread out her hands and explained to Li Ziqian,

"Don't blame me, I knocked on the door well, and you ignored me."

Can it be her fault?

Can't it?

Heaven and earth conscience, she really gave Li Ziqian a chance.

Besides, she still has opinions, how could anyone not get dressed yet!

Can it be done!

Grinding and chirping.

Thinking about it, Mo Nanbei said her spit out,

"I said how did you chirp, can you do it?"

"...Do you want to see what time it is?" Li Ziqian sighed while holding his forehead.

"What time is it?"

"Five twenty."

"..."

It does seem to be a bit early.

But it is impossible to admit that he has a problem at this time, so Mo Nanbei answered Li Ziqian boldly and boldly,

"Didn't you say I called you when I went out? Why, I like to go out at this time, can't I?"

"……OK."

After a long silence, Li Ziqian replied.

Looking at Mo Nanbei who was standing at the door looking ready to go, Li Ziqian waved his hand helplessly.

He gave up struggling.

Anyway, I was almost finished, so I didn't continue to write more ink. I turned around and went back to the house to get my schoolbag, put on my shoes in front of the entrance, and followed Mo Nanbei to the elevator.

"What did you eat this morning?" While waiting for the elevator to go down, Li Ziqian suddenly asked Mo Nanbei.

"..."

Mo Nanbei, who was still scolding in a low voice, instantly silenced, turned to look aside and pretended that he didn't hear anything.

...

"I said, what did you eat this morning?" Li Ziqian continued to ask her as he stretched out his hand and pushed Mo Nanbei's shoulder.

"No, why are you asking me?"

Mo Nanbei, who had no way to continue pretending not to hear, turned her head and asked angrily.

"Don't ask who you ask?"

"Ask me why?" Mo Nanbei continued to repeat.

"You must have decided what to eat this morning when you called me out? I don't ask you who?"

Mo Nanbei: ? ? ? ?

How can there be such logic?

And it sounds so thief and reasonable? ?

Mo Nanbei couldn't find an excuse to refute at all.

So, after more than 30 seconds of deliberation, she gave up thinking.

I thought about things for so long before going to bed last night, how can I think of them in such a short time now!

Why don't you just eat fried dumplings!

Anyway, I didn't eat it yesterday morning, so this recipe can be postponed until today.

Thinking of this, she hurriedly asked Li Ziqian,

"How about fried dumplings?"

"Oh yes! I wanted to eat it yesterday."

"..."

At this moment, Mo Nanbei didn't want to know what Li Ziqian meant by saying "I wanted to eat it yesterday".

Yes, she doesn't care at all.

After breakfast, when passing by the supermarket, Mo Nanbei went in and bought some coffee for today.

"I said, you really don't leave coffee in your hands."

Li Ziqian looked at the two cups of coffee that Mo Nanbei was holding, and complained to her.

"Yeah, no way."

"What can't you do?"

"If you don't drink, you will die."

"specific……?"

And what about coffee addiction?

For a while, Li Ziqian was still curious.

"It's sleepiness. Sleepiness equals death." Mo Nanbei turned to Li Ziqian and explained seriously.

"Then you buy a latte?"

Latte is also called coffee?

Isn't it all milk?

To this, Mo Nanbei's answer was this, "American style is too bitter."

"Then don't you deserve to be sleepy?"

Sleepy, don't drink American style, don't you deserve to be sleepy?

only…

Hearing Li Ziqian's words, Mo Nanbei frowned and leaned back slightly, looking at the coffee in Li Ziqian's hand, Mo Nanbei mocked,

"You mocha-drinking trash, from what standpoint did you say this to me?"

"On the standpoint that I don't have to drink coffee to refresh myself every day."

"Oh, yes, after all, someone went to bed when he was sleepy in class, right?"

"..."