My Girlfriend is More Than Beautiful

The two followed at the end of the team and walked slowly towards the big playground.

During this period, Li Ziqian witnessed a complete process from cloudy to heavy rain on Mo Nanbei's face.

There is more than one 'ugly' expression on her face now.

Should be...very ugly* ID number.

When the physical education teacher saw that the class was lined up, he whistled to signal everyone to look at him.

"Sports Commissioner! Let's warm up everyone!"

The voice is loud and the words are eloquent, and it is impossible to see that this is a teacher who is nearly fifty years old and is taking leave to prepare for pregnancy.

I have to say that after Mo Nanbei told himself the outrageous reason for crowding classes, Li Ziqian felt that in a short period of time, he couldn't look directly at the PE teacher's face.

The so-called warm-up exercise can also be named as the sports committee will take everyone to do whatever exercise comes to mind.

After five minutes of meaning, everyone turned their attention to the physical education teacher again.

I saw the physical education teacher cleared his throat, put his hands behind his back, and shouted to everyone,

"Girls 800, boys 1200, free activities after the run!"

"Great!"

"what--"

Among the cheers, there was a 'scream' that Li Ziqian could not ignore no matter what.

The source of the scream was Mo Nanbei.

Turning her head, Li Ziqian clearly saw deep despair in her eyes.

"..."

Long-distance running is really difficult for a 'physique 2' waste like Li Ziqian.

One thousand meters is not very friendly to him, but in fact... closing your eyes and working hard can actually be completed before the 'average'.

He was simply, biologically disgusted by the feeling of sweating and breathing irregularities after exercise.

It's just... Mo Nanbei seems to be more than that.

A lap of 400 meters in the big playground, after running for two laps, Li Ziqian found that he seemed to have a 'random encounter' with Mo Nanbei.

After changing lanes, he accelerated his pace and ran to Mo Nanbei's side, then slowed down and ran side by side with her.

When Mo Nanbei found someone beside him and turned his head to look at him, Li Ziqian said to Mo Nanbei,

"You bastard."

...

Hearing Li Ziqian's words, Mo Nanbei subconsciously took a deep breath.

The distraction caused her to stumble on her feet and nearly stumble.

...

"You are so sick! From what standpoint are you talking to your father like that?"

Although she almost fell, although she was out of breath now, Mo Nanbei's fierce stare at Li Ziqian and the fierceness in his tone did not weaken.

At this time, looking at Mo Nanbei, who had his hair in a low ponytail, his face collapsed and the hair on the top of his head exploded, Li Ziqian rarely sprayed back at Mo Nanbei.

He put on a comfortable posture, spread out his hands and continued to say to Mo Nanbei,

"Crooked? Am I taking a tactical break?"

"What about your face?"

If you are tired, you are tired, and you are still taking a tactical rest. Who are you lying to?

Mo Nanbei cast a suspicious look at Li Ziqian.

As for this, Li Ziqian pretended to be shocked, stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and said,

"Huh? No, no, no, you don't know, right? I'm one lap more than you?"

"..."

Mo Nanbei was silent, without saying a word, and silently turned his head to the other side, not only refusing to continue communicating with Li Ziqian, but even refusing to look at each other.

"Pfft hahaha."

"..."

Seeing Mo Nanbei's grievance and not knowing what to say, Li Ziqian's mood instantly cheered up.

Instead of teasing Mo Nanbei, he quickened his pace.

He decided to quickly finish the last lap.

After all, running with Mo Nanbei here, how can it be interesting to sit on the ground and watch her struggle on the playground?

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Grassland shade, shade.

Mo Nanbei put his sportswear jacket on his back, straightened one leg and propped up the other, leaned back on the wall, and put one arm on his face, as if he was playing a corpse.

And Li Ziqian was sitting less than half a meter away from the corpse.

Seeing that Mo Nanbei had been in this position for almost five minutes, he complained to Mo Nanbei,

"That's it?"

"..."

Rarely, his taunts went unanswered.

"Tsk tsk, trash."

"..."

"Running like this for 800 meters, you talk about yourself, tsk tsk tsk, rubbish!"

Just when Li Ziqian was about to open his mouth and continue to mock something, the corpse Mo Nanbei took a deep breath, put down the arm on his face, straightened up, turned his head to face Li Ziqian and said slowly,

"Don't forget, it's Thursday. You want to come to my house to practice the piano after school today."

"..."

In Mo Nanbei's sentence, apart from 'threat', Li Ziqian couldn't pronounce the second word.

She meant it very clearly, 'You dance? If you have the ability, you will continue to dance when you practice the piano tonight? Don't let me take a chance! ’.

Li Ziqian, who understood the meaning, fell silent.

After a while, he patted Mo Nanbei's shoulder, who was lying back again, and motioned her to sit up. He imitated the tone of Mo Nanbei when he threatened him earlier, slowly, word by word, word by word. He said to her eloquently,

"You, one, waste, thing."

Mo Nanbei's words made him deeply understand a truth:

——If he doesn't seize the opportunity now, he will have no chance at night.

Mo Nanbei:  …

Generally speaking, in such a situation, Mo Nanbei should definitely be fried.

Or say, 'You're not going to die! ', or confront him and start mother hunting.

But... Today's Mo Nanbei is very abnormal.

She was just silent.

His face was paler than usual, and his brows were furrowed far more than in the first boring and hypnotic English class in the afternoon.

She... what's the matter?

Li Ziqian doesn't consider himself to be a devil either. When something unusual happens to his good brother, he will naturally take good care of him.

So, when Mo Nanbei was about to lean back against the wall again, he patted Mo Nanbei on the shoulder and asked her,

"What's wrong?"

"Ok??"

The sudden question of Li Ziqian made Mo Nanbei bewildered.

The locked brows loosened instantly, and the expressionless face looked a little stunned because of the sudden stun.

Hmm...Because he looks so good, Li Ziqian feels that there is nothing wrong with using "dumb cute" to describe it.

"I'm just asking what's wrong with you now?" Li Ziqian explained to Mo Nanbei.

"Ah... a little uncomfortable."

"Huh?? Specifically??"

"It's nothing. It's just vegetables. I'm a little breathless, but my throat is very dry and uncomfortable."

Mo Nanbei's answer, Li Ziqian lowered his eyes and thought for a while.

After a while, he answered,

"so."

"Ok."

After softly responding, Mo Nanbei leaned back against the wall and became a corpse.