My Girlfriend is More Than Beautiful

Maybe it was because of the attitude of the other party and the way of invitation that made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Find her on errands, that's all?

No representation, no invitation, no prelude.

An abrupt invitation, an abrupt interrogation, an abrupt and slightly kidnapping request.

What is 'see if she is willing to help', 'can you create opportunities for the two of them. ’

If you don't help, you don't want to, and if you don't want to, you don't want to talk about friendship, right?

how?

What if she wasn't? Are you going to continue to say something heartfelt to kidnap her?

Now, Mo Nanbei clearly felt that the unpleasantness in her heart had gradually accumulated to the level of making trouble and tying words.

But a good upbringing and a lot of forced social experience kept her emotions in check.

The corners of her mouth curved to a higher arc than before (in fact, it was no different from a normal smile), and asked the few people sitting across from her,

"So, do you want me to ask?"

Listening to Mo Nanbei's question, class girl a scratched her head and said with a slight pleading smile,

"Ah... just if it's convenient."

"inconvenient."

Without any hesitation, Mo Nanbei replied in seconds.

"Well, just ask while chatting."

"We don't chat."

Apparently, Mo Nanbei's response was beyond the expectations of several people. The class girl D, who had been sitting in the corner, asked Mo Nanbei in surprise,

"Ah? True or false, I don't think you are in charge of the Cultural Festival together. Is he really so difficult to communicate with?"

"It's not that exaggerated."

The implication of Mo Nanbei's response was, 'Although it's not that exaggerated, he's just not good at communicating, as you thought before. ’.

Obviously, this sentence is not difficult to understand. The external voice was understood by these girls.

Several people looked at each other sighingly.

"This way...", class girl b said while turning her head to look at class girl a.

"Hey, let's forget it, I was thinking about it."

...

"Yeah, I remember that you didn't say that you were a boy from the seventh class..."

"Why don't we take a look, let's discuss the countermeasures this weekend?"

"Also." In this regard, the grade girl a named Yu Yan has no opinion.

After that, a few people chatted briefly, and the topic suddenly changed. Class girl a asked Mo Nanbei,

"Beibei, how about going to your house on the weekend?"

...?

"It's not very convenient." Without thinking about it, Mo Nanbei denied it.

"Huh? No way, I didn't hear that you live alone."

"Yeah. But the family might come on weekends, and I'm not used to inviting people over to my house."

Obviously, when he said this, Mo Nanbei completely forgot the invitation he made to someone during his self-study last night.

But it doesn't matter, after all... these people don't know about it.

Hearing Mo Nanbei's comprehensive and completely reasonable refusal, class girl a also realized her abruptness and folded her hands a few times apologetically to Mo Nanbei, and then continued to ask her,

"Ah, so. Wouldn't it be convenient to come out that weekend?"

"Very busy."

"Also, it's really not easy for you to stabilize your grades."

As a mature person, class girl a is already the kind of person who will automatically make excuses and be able to justify it.

I think it is for this reason that Mo Nanbei will continue to get along with this group of people.

After all, with this powerful reading comprehension, Mo Nanbei's relationship with this group of people is quite good.

"Yeah." Mo Nanbei did not deny the brain supplement of the class girl a, but nodded her head very seriously, affirming her words.

"Wow, it's really hard work."

"How long does it take to study on weekends?"

"I guess I don't have time to rest."

Seeing this, the girls sitting around couldn't help but express their admiration for this. After a few people talked to Mo Nanbei about business, the class girl a who had always dominated the topic continued to say to Mo Nanbei,

"Well, please answer so many questions.

The main reason is that Yu Yan, the old flower heart, has some problems.

Others take the initiative to come to her, and she doesn't like it, she just likes what she chooses, forget it by herself, and choose those who don't like her, which is outrageous. "

...

"Well." Mo Nanbei nodded again, indicating that she understood.

This is... This is not knowing about Yu Yan, but knowing that Yu Yan is outrageous.

As for what Mo Nanbei knew, class girl a didn't think too much about it, she just put on a very friendly look and continued to say to Mo Nanbei,

"Anyway, thank you for this today. I'll invite you to drink milk tea another day."

People who can get out of the circle must have their own advantages. For example, a girl in this class, she is very talkative and has a very righteous personality. She belongs to the type of long-sleeved dancers.

Even if Mo Nanbei was disgusted by this incident, she couldn't get angry at the other party when she looked at the girl in the class.

"No, it didn't help anyway." Seeing this, Mo Nanbei had to reply to the class girl a in an unusually friendly tone.

"Hahahaha, you are too polite and too raw, we are not classmates at all!"

Class girl a waved her hand quickly, and then changed the topic to another place.

"Oh, by the way, about the cultural festival, we still have something to ask you, you see..."

As the topic of chat gradually shifted, the meat on the plate gradually decreased, and Mo Nanbei's irritable mood at the dangerous line gradually calmed down.

Another peaceful noon.

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In the other corner of the cafeteria, Li Ziqianzheng and Yu Yi had lunch together.

"What's wrong with you?" Yu Yi suddenly put down his chopsticks while eating, and asked Li Ziqian cautiously.

"What's wrong with me?"

?

Looking up at Yu Yi's thief, Li Ziqian was a little puzzled.

"Brother Qian, why is your face so solemn? What happened?"

...

"Oh, I'm thinking about something very important." Li Ziqian replied calmly.

"whats the matter?"

What are the details of the matter...?

One thing to say, Yu Yi has not seen Li Ziqian show such an expression for a long time.

What exactly happened here?

What happened?

However, Li Ziqian's answer was far beyond Yu Yi's imagination.

I saw that Li Ziqian also put down the tableware in his hand, and said with a cautious face with his hands folded.

"I'm thinking about whether the two elements of cuteness and mother hunters can coexist."

"what?"

? ? ?

what the **** is this?

One thing to say, Yu Yi stayed.

"You don't understand."

"what???"

"Your IQ is not enough to engage in this topic."

"Grass."

Why did he choose to ask Li Ziqian what happened to him?

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After dinner, the rooftop.

After eating, Li Ziqian and Mo Nanbei came to the rooftop one after the other.

I don't know since when, the original life-and-death war on the rooftops has been completely terminated.

Now the two of them share this laid-back, comfortable place in perfect harmony.

"Sure enough, human habits are powerful. "

At this time, Li Ziqian was sitting in the old place, looking at the half-open rooftop door and sighing with emotion.

Not long after, Mo Nanbei came, still carrying a cup of coffee in his hand.

One thing to say, Li Ziqian felt that it was a pity that Baxing couldn't have her come to speak.

It's such a jerk.

Drink three or four bottles a day.

Although it's a latte.

Today, after coming to the rooftop, Mo Nanbei didn't sit on the high platform she liked like before. I don't know what she was thinking, she walked to Li Ziqian's side with a blank face, and sat a distance away from him. Less than half a meter away.

The place where Li Ziqian was sitting had a lot of shade. Perhaps it was because the sun was too strong today, or because the discomfort of running before had not improved, so Mo Nanbei made such a choice.

Li Ziqian, who had such an idea, didn't say much after seeing this, and let the other party sit on his territory.

After all, she might not be feeling well, right?

If you want to change to normal, Mo Nanbei will have no way to lean here!

╭(╯╰)╮

...

After Mo Nanbei sat next to Li Ziqian, he kept staring at Li Ziqian with a coffee straw in his mouth.

The line of sight was so naked and without any cover, that Li Ziqian, after realizing that Mo Nanbei had been staring at him, had an unnatural tactic to back up.

"what are you doing?"

Li Ziqian, who really couldn't stand the pressure, asked Mo Nanbei hesitantly.

...

In fact, Mo Nanbei didn't know what he was doing.

For some reason, now she just suddenly wanted to talk to Li Ziqian.

But... she wondered why.

Maybe it's something you want to make up for after you've done something wrong in the past.

Or maybe I was in a bad mood before, and I wanted to find someone to fight each other to vent.

After all, as long as they talk to Li Ziqian, the two of them will definitely fight.

Fighting, it's not interesting.

...

After a wave of logic in his mind, Mo Nanbei made a random excuse and explained to Li Ziqian seriously,

"I want to ask, how is your song practice going?"

Oh! This thing!

He thought that Mo Nanbei was thinking about how to fix himself.

"It's alright." Li Ziqianlue replied modestly, recalling the score that he had carefully and carefully read last night.

"Is there any problem when reading music?"

Seeing Li Ziqian's confident look, Mo Nanbei asked suspiciously.

"Hmm. Basically it's ok."

"That's fine, if there's anything unsure, or if you have a question, ask me this morning."

"it is good."

After Li Ziqian answered in this way, Mo Nanbei suddenly asked again after being silent for a few seconds,

"Will it be alright tonight?"

"what?"

"Practicing the piano, do you think it is necessary to know the sheet music for another day? Or can I play it today?" Mo Nanbei didn't understand what Li Ziqian was 'ah'.

She tilted her head, her eyes continued to stare at Li Ziqian, waiting for his answer.

"Ah... No, tonight is fine."

"Well, that's fine."

Mo Nanbei reached out and fumbled for a few chins, then continued to ask Li Ziqian,

"Then, do you want to eat during practice at night?"

"Eat chicken?"

"Night supper?"

...

The above-mentioned conversation between the two quickly passed through his mind. After being silent for two seconds, Mo Nanbei frowned and cursed at Li Ziqian,

"Your mother exploded."

Li Ziqian: ?

"what?"

"Where's your mother!"

Li Ziqian: ? ?

Why does this person, who is so good, suddenly turn dirty?

poisonous? ?

"Why can't you speak?", imitating Mo Nanbei's tone, Li Ziqian reluctantly turned back.

"Who opened first?" Seeing Li Ziqian's innocent expression, Mo Nanbei's eyes widened in disbelief.

How could this person be... so outrageous.

"What evidence do you have to prove that I drove it."

"Clam???"

Mo Nanbei doubts +1.

Considering Li Ziqian's reasoning logic, she continued to ask Li Ziqian,

"If I prove it, I know too much. I have a problem, right?"

"Yes, I'm so good, I've learned to ask and answer myself."

After speaking, Li Ziqian reached out and touched the head of Mo Nanbei, who was sitting next to him.

He seemed to be using his actions to express, 'Youxi, you're so good, a good dog. ’

Mo Nanbei:  …

"Your mother exploded."

"good."

rubbing head x2

Mo Nanbei:  …

Raising her hand, Li Ziqian slapped Li Ziqian's hand away from her head angrily.

"What, it's so addicting!" Mo Nanbei said angrily.

One thing to say, indeed.

The touch of Mo Nanbei's hair is consistent with what he sees visually.

soft.

It's like... touching the golden retriever that was raised at home?

...

Weird association.

After giving Li Ziqian a glance, Mo Nanbei decided to continue the topic that was interrupted earlier.

"Then what do you want for supper?" She continued to ask Li Ziqian.

"I don't usually eat it, but I eat meat when I'm busy.

But if you have a late-night snack, isn't it very convenient to play the piano? "

After thinking about it, Mo Nanbei felt that what Li Ziqian said was very reasonable. Since the old dog had offended her before, she replied,

"Oh yes, then you are hungry."

"Grass."

...

But she is a kind person.

Considering how hard it was to practice the piano, and the fact that this person even bought her Coke today, she thought about it for a while, and then slowly said to Li Ziqian,

"Then you can eat it after playing, you can just order it yourself."

"Ok."

"Speaking of which, what do you like to eat?"

"Meat."

...

Really simple answer.

However, Mo Nanbei did not express any dissatisfaction with this miraculous reply. After she cast an admiring look at Li Ziqian, she said,

"It's not a coincidence, so am I."

"Nonsense, there are still people who like to eat vegetables?" Li Ziqian replied after giving Mo Nanbei a blank look.

...

"What you said seems reasonable."

"That's necessary, otherwise how can I be your father?"

"...Wang."

"Grass."

The dialogue between Mo Nanbei and Li Ziqian about who is a father and who is a dog has become more and more proficient.

Their proficiency and familiarity can even allow the two to completely ignore this mutual confrontation and fast-forward to the next topic.

Mo Nanbei continued to talk about the topic of 'eating'.

"I prefer beef."

"uh-huh?"

"It's delicious with just a roast, beef," she continued.

"It's true." Li Ziqian affirmed.

After all, barbecue, who would refuse barbecue?

"Barbecue is always divine."

"No problem."

"The charred and crunchy pork belly is also very fragrant."

"Yes, yes, yes! You understand very well."

When discussing what to eat, Li Ziqianke got excited, "I also like to eat twice-cooked pork."

"It's a very good meal." Mo Nanbei also affirmed this.

"Braised pork is also good." After thinking about the meat he often eats, Li Ziqian continued to add.

"Mmmmm!!! It's in the restaurant. Sometimes I eat very fat and I'm a little unhappy."

"Just cook it yourself." Li Ziqian's reaction was not as strong as Mo Nanbei's when it came to the fact that the food cooked in the restaurant was not tasty.

After all, he only likes to eat something like braised pork that he makes himself.

"You know?" Mo Nanbei raised his eyebrows and asked him in a slightly surprised tone.

"Ok."

Mo Nanbei: ! ! !

"Just put the rice wine and stew it." Li Ziqian briefly described to Mo Nanbei the steps and details of the braised pork by himself.

"Oh hoo! I understand, I understand."

"You still cook?"

Seeing that Mo Nanbei suddenly replied "I understand", Li Ziqian was a little surprised.

"Yes, otherwise what should I do, take out a meal."

"yes."

One thing to say, this is his impression of people like Mo Nanbei.

She doesn't look like the kind of person who can cook, does she?

The setting is wrong!

Obviously, Li Ziqian's expression had completely betrayed his thoughts. Seeing this, Mo Nanbei pouted subconsciously and cursed at Li Ziqian,

"Grass, I'm not trash."

"What? You're not trash!"

"Your mother exploded!!!"

"Then you are also trash."

"Oh."

"no."

...

After a little silence, Mo Nanbei continued,

"Fuck you."

"What are you scolding people for?"

"I didn't scold anyone."

"I am your father."

"Oh."

"no."

...

why…

Mo Nanbei felt as if he had entered a strange Mobius ring.

What is this person going to do?

Want to cure her speech addiction?

Mo Nanbei was speechless for a while, and Mo Nanbei, who didn't know what to say, could only turn his head angrily.

The more she thought about it, the more angry she moved to the side, leaving only Li Ziqian an angry back.

It's just... some things, doing it yourself is one effect, and falling into the eyes of others is another effect.

For example, at this time, Li Ziqian's focus was not on Mo Nanbei's 'angry' at all.

His brain circuit turned back to the proposition he was thinking about while eating.

On the possibility of the coexistence of horse hunting and cuteness.

Although he did not come to the conclusion of this topic, Li Ziqian got the result of a branch topic.

——Sure enough, Mo Nanbei is cute when he doesn't speak.

One thing to say, from the beginning of the group, his purpose was this.

After all, who doesn't like to see cute girls?

┓(′?`)┏

Can this be blamed on him?

I can't.

I can't control it.

This should be the instinct of human beings to pursue 'beauty'.

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In the evening, Li Ziqian, who was walking home, did not go home directly, but followed Mo Nanbei to the 24th floor.

One thing to say, this should be the first time he went home alone with a female classmate.

This novel experience made Li Ziqian's mood a little subtle.

Walking into Mo Nanbei's house, Li Ziqian subconsciously looked at the furnishings of this room.

The layout is the same as your own room.

A fluffy rug, a dark-colored sofa, a piano lying horizontally in the corner of the living room...

Everything was expected and a little unexpected.

After all, who calls comics and inside, girls' rooms are all pink?

This preconceived notion makes Li Ziqian a little curious about whether Mo Nanbei will have such a contrasting cuteness.

But obviously, Mo Nanbei would never let him down on this kind of thing.

It's that kind of thing, you think that I will have contrasting cuteness, but in fact I don't have such contrasting cuteness. In fact, this is also a kind of contrasting cuteness feeling.

Both of them are efficient people. They didn't talk much or do anything wasting time. After Mo Nanbei dragged a chair from the restaurant, they went directly to the theme - piano practice.

Li Ziqian was actually excited when he put the score on the piano.

After all, this is the first time I touch the piano after a long absence.

The novelty in the heart occupies the main part of happiness.

It's just...gradually...As his hands came into contact with the piano, and after pressing the sound, the process gradually became tortured.

"No, the sound is wrong!"

"Beat! Beat!"

"...Never mind. Mine."

"It's a success if you can pop out."

"Details! Hand shape!"

"Ahhhhh!!!"

...

It was obvious to the naked eye that Mo Nanbei was crazy.

But that's not all the torture.

Mo Nanbei's endless chatter was like a Tang monk who was long-winded to death, saying something that he couldn't understand or understand at all.

"No, isn't your hand split?"

In a fit of anger, Mo Nanbei even reached out and tapped the keys a few times.

"Why are you playing so slowly here, what about your usual three-minute hand speed?"

...

The so-called human endurance has a limit, and Li Ziqian naturally couldn't bear it for so long.

Although he is a vegetable, he can't stand it anymore.

So, he took a deep breath and retorted to Mo Nanbei,

"Why are you here to try?"

"Farewell, I'm afraid you'll be embarrassed, so I'll save you some face." Mo Nanbei replied to Li Ziqian after snorting.

"No, no, don't save face for me."

?

And this kind of provocation?

good guy.

But is she, Mo Nanbei, such a coward?

She must not be.

So, without any hesitation, Li Ziqian stood up from his chair and moved sideways to Li Ziqian's side. After sitting down, he rudely pushed Li Ziqian off the piano bench.

"Look at Grandpa."

After she finished speaking, she simply read the score in front of Li Ziqian. After passing the score intermittently with both hands, she made a portamento, raised her wrist, dropped it, and even smoothed Li Ziqian's voice from the beginning. Department played it again.

When the last sound fell, Mo Nanbei got up and sat back in his chair.

With his arms around his chest, Erlang's legs were raised arrogantly, and he mocked Li Ziqian unceremoniously,

"You bastard."

Having said that, her eyes pointed somewhere.

Obviously, she didn't forget what the previous group was about.

Li Ziqian: ? ? ? ?

This operation really made him stunned.

Whether it is the way of replying, or the speed of Mo Nanbei's reading of music.

How can such an operation be possible?

At this point, he is inevitably a little suspicious of life.

But since Mo Nanbei has demonstrated it to him, it's not very good for you to do whatever you want.

So he sighed, imitating Mo Nanbei's appearance, and continued to practice.

ten minutes later.

Listening to Li Ziqian's appalling practice, Mo Nanbei couldn't bear it anymore.

"Forget it, I'll play with you."

With that said, Mo Nanbei sat next to Li Ziqian and placed his hand an octave higher than his left hand.

Just like when her piano teacher took her to practice the piano when she was a child.

She has the same content as Li Ziqiandan.

This saves Li Ziqian the process of reading musical scores, and also allows him to quickly realize where he played wrong.

Although he was a little tired, Mo Nanbei felt that it was better than being tortured while sitting in his seat, listening to Li Ziqian play.

The seat of the piano bench was limited, and Mo Nanbei was sitting next to Li Ziqian at this time.

At this moment, he could clearly feel the soft touch from his right leg and right arm.

Sure enough, she's soft.

Li Ziqian couldn't help thinking of how he felt when he lifted his arm today.

"Hey! What a daze! Play!"

Seeing that he clearly said that 321 would start, but Li Ziqian remained motionless, Mo Nanbei turned his head and shouted at him.

"Ah, good." After being stunned for a while, Li Ziqian responded quickly.

"Concentrate!"

After speaking, Mo Nanbei turned his head back angrily.

It is the main tone of lavender.

Li Ziqian confirmed this on his next breath.

Apparently his attention was not at all on the sheet music and the hands on the keys.

And the consequence of this is that it must be ... wrong.

"It's wrong here, it's this sound!"

Seeing that Li Ziqian made a mistake, Mo Nanbei quickly turned his head to look in the direction of his hand.

It's just... At this look, Mo Nanbei collapsed even more.

"Wow! What a weird hand shape you have!!!! You're **** this place wrong!"

As if he found some unacceptable horror species, Mo Nanbei's voice was filled with a strong collapse.

When playing a long scale, it is very important to change the **** method, otherwise it is easy to appear 'can't reach', 'can't do', 'this scale can't be completed with my five fingers' .

Considering the fact that Li Ziqian is a waste, Mo Nanbei showed him again.

"Do this!"

"..."

Li Ziqian tried his best to imitate Mo Nanbei's quick demonstration, but obviously his imitation still has big problems.

The despair on Mo Nanbei's face grew even more.

"No, four fingers are used here, and then **** are used here! This way!"

Seeing that Li Ziqian's fingers were 'twisted' together, Mo Nanbei sighed, and chose to start directly.

She didn't expect Li Ziqian to learn.

Can't she put it on!

So Mo Nanbei's two hands grabbed the **** of Li Ziqian's left hand, and controlled his fingers to play what he said and demonstrated earlier.

"Understand?"

Mo Nanbei turned his head and asked Li Ziqian viciously.

"Understand."

"Understood what?"

Seeing Li Ziqian's somewhat wise expression, Mo Nanbei asked him a question with a frown.

"It's probably like this."

"Wrong, wrong!"

"Ah ah ah ah", they all said four fingers! ! !

...

So, Mo Nanbei grabbed Li Ziqian's finger and demonstrated it again.

It's just... Li Ziqian's attention shifted again.

Mo Nanbei's hands were cold and not big, and they looked weak and slender.

But... it was such a pair of hands that pinched his fingers with great strength, and occasionally felt faint pain when pinching the joints.

...

Why is this person full of contradictions?

Thinking of the proposition that he pondered deeply but had no answer this afternoon, he couldn't help sighing again.

But oh... with such a pair of hands, it was really hard for him to imagine how Mo Nanbei played that sword-drawing Divine Comedy before.

If I remember correctly, the octave span of the song is not small.

As far as these hands are concerned, it can only be said that it is very difficult for her.

Seeing that Mo Nanbei was really about to collapse, Li Ziqian did not continue deserting.

After all, although fried hair is cute, it is really crazy, so it is not good to fight.

So, in serious practice, time passed so quickly.

In fact... One thing to say, for Li Ziqian himself, the practice process was not as tortured as he imagined.

From the initial poisonous tongue, Mo Nanbei gradually became the follow-up collapse and explosion.

To be fair, when looking at Mo Nanbei's collapsed face, Li Ziqian's mood was actually mostly happy.

Perhaps, this is the joys and sorrows of human beings are different.

However... because of this serious reason, Li Ziqian even deliberately played wrong many times during practice.

Not for anything else, he actually just wanted to see what kind of expression would appear on Mo Nanbei's face.

Excited, where is the limit of (○'3'○).

And... in this close-up observation, he found out that Mo Nanbei's facial features are still very distinctive.

For example, her eyes are long and narrow, and her eyebrows are slender.

And the unexpected discovery is... She usually looks like her eyes are long and narrow because she lacks energy.

In fact, when she opened her eyes normally, her eyes were quite large, the kind that she could see full pupils without wearing beauty contact lenses.

As for why he discovered this, it was purely because he forced Mo Nanbei to open his eyes during the previous practice.

One thing to say, that moment was actually really interesting.

If it weren't for the wrong situation, he really would have laughed out loud.

Mo Nanbei's cheekbones are slightly high, maybe that's why she looks so cold.

The mouth...is seriously too small compared to the usual proportions.

The so-called cherry mouth in the text is probably nothing more than that.

And the fact that her mouth is small was more and more obvious when she pouted.

It's really... cute.

Also when frying.

The small one, incompetent and furious, pricked up.

It's like... rubbish.

Obviously, if Mo Nanbei, who was going to the kitchen to get a drink for Li Ziqian at this time, knew that what he was thinking was all these rude responses, he would definitely pour the drink directly on top of his head to let him know what is real of power.

...

The evening practice soon ended. After saying goodbye to Mo Nanbei, who had completely collapsed, Li Ziqian returned to his room.

Have supper.

Thinking of this, Li Ziqian decided to reward himself for his hard work.

Just fried chicken.

Drop drop drop.

The familiar computer sound rang again.

Coincidentally, I was stuck when I just finished ordering the takeout and was opening the game and clicking on the chaos to find a match.

[Cat Nanbei: I don’t want to code words to invite you to spell words with orange melon, target: 4000 words, room number: naive]

[Qianshan: It's a coincidence, isn't it]

[Qianshan: "Picture"]

【Cat North and South: ... 】

[Mao Nanbei: Why are you so lazy today. 】

[Cat Nanbei: Can you do it! 】

[Cat Nanbei: Code character people! 】

[Cat Nanbei: Be diligent! 】

...

Why not code words?

Seeing Mao Nanbei's questioning above, Li Ziqian roared in his heart:

Because I'm tired!

Just finished practicing the piano, do you want him to continue typing?

it's not good?

This hand will also be tiring.

Just when he was about to explain something, or was about to give up his struggle and start typing, the message came again.

[Mao Nanbei: I'm online, take me one]

【Qianshan:......】

So, what the **** was this guy talking about just now?

[Cat Nanbei: Advanced room, open in fifteen minutes]

[Cat Nanbei: It's too late to enter after playing the game]

【Qianshan: 1】

On the way to find a match in the game, Li Ziqian continued to type words for Mao Nanbei.

[Qianshan: So on what standpoint are you talking to me about these nonsense]

[Cat Nanbei: Standing on the position that my takeaway has not arrived yet. 】

[Mao Nanbei: From the standpoint that I have to eat in a while. 】

[Qianshan: You can wait for takeout while typing. 】

[Mao Nanbei: That won't work, there is no state. 】

[Qianshan: You can pull it down. 】

[Cat North and South: ? 】

[Mao Nanbei: You are awesome, but you write it]

[Qianshan: Not today]

[Qianshan: Tired]

[Cat Nanbei: You rubbish! 】

[Qianshan: ? 】

[Qianshan: You are so awesome, why don’t you live a day today]

[Cat North and South: Tired]

[Qianshan: ? ? ? ? 】

The end of the endless fight between two people is the beginning of the game.

Twenty minutes later.

Soon, a happy brawl was over.

And just at this time, Li Ziqian's takeaway also arrived.

After saying goodbye to Mao Nanbei, Li Ziqian sat down to eat takeout.

Today's fight is really comfortable.

He likes Brawl for several reasons:

1. Short time

2. That's right

3. As long as you play a big fight, there are five kills every day

This is very pleasant.

Just like today, just half a minute before the delivery boy knocked on the door, he easily got a pentakill.

And the other side also seemed to understand what it means to give up, and directly clicked to surrender.

While eating fried chicken, Li Ziqian watched the video for a while, and the time soon reached the familiar eleven o'clock.

Eleven o'clock is the time of life and death.

Visible to the naked eye, the salted fish in the cat's north and south rooms all moved at this moment.

Sure enough, there is a saying that there is no problem, the dead line is really the primary productive force.

It is never diligence that promotes human progress, but death.

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The next day, Mo Nanbei came to Li Ziqian's door again at about 5:30.

dong dong dong.

Having learned to be smart, she deliberately waited for a while after knocking on the door today.

only……

A minute passed and she didn't get any response.

...

dong dong dong.

dong dong dong.

dong dong dong.

...

?

With a few question marks on his head, Mo Nanbei took out his mobile phone, boarded QQ, cut a trumpet, and sent a series of question marks to Li Ziqian's QQ.

On the other side, Li Ziqian, who was lying on the bed and frowned, finally opened his eyes after listening to the constant buzzing of the phone.

Dizziness, vertigo, stuffy nose, and a little nausea.

He subconsciously reached out and touched his forehead.

Oh grass, it's hot.

No matter from which point of view he considers it, he will not be able to study it today.

Picking up the phone, looking at the series of question marks received on the trumpet, and then glanced at the time in the upper left corner of the phone, Li Ziqian suddenly realized that Mo Nanbei had been thrown out the door by himself.

【Li Ziqian: ... 】

[Mo Nanbei: ? ? ? ? ? 】

[Li Ziqian: Sorry. 】

[Li Ziqian: I'm sick. 】

[Mo Nanbei: ? 】

[Li Ziqian: Fever. 】

[Li Ziqian: Just woke up. 】

[Li Ziqian: I won't go to school today. 】

[Mo Nanbei:. 】

[Mo Nanbei: 1]

After receiving the news, Mo Nanbei was a little unhappy at the door