My Girlfriend is More Than Beautiful

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Although they are all put on hold, the two words are superimposed together, like a power, and the concept and size are still different.

Her thoughts gradually began to become confused, and she could not understand why she did this.

In the chaotic thoughts, a doubt gradually became clear.

- How is he doing?

Have you had breakfast yet?

If a bite was missed or wasted, she would probably be **** off.

After all, this is the material that she delivered after thinking hard and working hard.

Li Ziqian's grateful acceptance shouldn't be too much...

Humph.

Forget it, don't be an idiot, thank you.

After all, their father and son are deeply in love, which is what it should be.

- Have you taken the medicine?

How about... go see?

If he didn't eat... just shove these things in his face.

It's the most hateful thing to waste people's energy.

…

Seems a little bad.

After all, medicines, breakfast, etc., were actually bought by my own business.

No one specifically asked or requested.

But... woo...

(*#ap;(*!@#()@!

—Ah, if he fell asleep, there should be no lunch or dinner.

It must be miserable to have to order takeout by yourself when you are sick.

After all, she is Li Ziqian's father.

Should I be distressed, or should I be distressed?

- Or... take care of him.

Thinking of this, Mo Nanbei made up his mind.

After editing a message to someone in the address book, he packed up the leftover garbage bags on the rooftop, took a deep breath, put on his sportswear jacket, jumped off the high platform, and headed towards the teaching building, Pharaoh. 's office.

Thirty past one in the afternoon.

When he came out of the school gate, Mo Nanbei was walking with wind.

Or rather, upside down.

She could feel that she was in a very happy mood.

…

Why are you so happy.

Oh, it's a student after all.

As long as you swagger out of the school gate during the working day, everyone will be very happy.

What is arrogance! (tactical lean back)

Walking out of the school, standing under the shade of the roadside, Mo Nanbei began to think about the next schedule.

Generally speaking... If I go to bed after taking cold medicine at that time of day, I probably won't wake up until three or four in the afternoon.

I glanced at the current time, but it was only half past one, and if I went to find him now... it felt more than a little early.

So after thinking about the dishes and restaurants for dinner, Mo Nanbei took a taxi to his destination, walked along the street for a while, and found Baxingke to sit and kill time.

After all, you are an author, and you need to code words. It is best to record inspiration, write outlines, and detailed outlines in your spare time.

Actually play games.

She is also a king.

S1 has been playing since the beginning, but it was later replaced by the alliance.

She gave up the game mainly because she felt that the game had no upper limit and the time was too short.

And after being immersed in PC games and console games, she gradually lost interest in mobile games.

After all, once you've had a better experience, you can't go back, right? Both mind and body belong to high quality and high fps and 'Ah! This mountain! what! This water! ’ It’s gone.

When playing this mobile game, apart from finding the right xp's vertical painting, this mobile game is unpleasant and unpleasant.

Well, of course, when she has good looking skin, she will still be online as usual.

Beng San, Yuanshen, Onmyoji, etc. are all the same.

I remember when she first came out to live, she spent all the money she earned on these games.

But since then, she also clearly knew the pain of a word.

Xuan does not save trouble, krypton does not change his life or something.

Gee.

The world is as varied as that.

Although leisurely skipping classes in the afternoon is more suitable for playing games, but other than that, Mo Nanbei feels that his current mood is not suitable for playing games at all.

She felt that only by writing something could calm her mind.

She writes about the daily life of love, and most of the inspiration records are to record the things that she finds very interesting in her daily life and the jokes she usually sees.

The book she is writing now is about... the story of the president and the young puppy.

The character design is very female, but there is nothing wrong with using it to write male videos.

After all, who can refuse a big-breasted royal sister?

And because she is my sister, some plots will be written more smoothly!

Right?

Sister is fine.

In addition, she has accumulated a lot of material recently, which can be regarded as a smooth batch of writing.

Now the plot has progressed to the part where the male protagonist is going to go out of town for work and separates from the female protagonist.

"Because of the incident, we separated..."

Mo Nanbei tapped the pen in his hand and wrote the following lines in the notebook:

Short-term distance, unseen misses...

miss.

Disordered, uneasy about doing anything, staring at the phone to check the time...

I always think of the other person inexplicably, things I am used to suddenly disappear, and gradually realize my feelings for the other person...

When writing these few strings, Mo Nanbei inexplicably felt that the behavior described in these words was a little familiar.

When this thought flashed through her mind, the pen she tapped on the notebook stopped in the air.

She was stunned.

like…?

she?

isn't it...

She widened her eyes suddenly and took several deep breaths.

"It's just a matter of simply having fun..."

She said to herself in her heart.

This is the legendary problem that is equivalent to the "Three Illusions of Life".

People often don't know what their emotions are.

The most prominent and extreme example of this is the suspension bridge effect.

It is normal to mistake appreciation and friendship for love or something.

right.

‘Look, didn’t I also play well with that Qianshan? ', Mo Nanbei played the two roles alone, convincing himself in his mind.

Qianshan and I also play games together, and basically we chat and squirt with each other every day.

Therefore, nothing special happened with Li Ziqian.

right.

That's right.

It's just a normal classmate relationship.

It's just that they've been with each other a lot recently.

It's just...because I have such frequent communication with him alone.

And... Li Ziqian or something...

What do I like about him.

Just his dog thing!

Ah.

And she writes love stories.

There has always been a saying in love texts, that is, "write out the ideal brotherhood, change the gender, and it is a peerless and perfect love".

right.

It must be so.

After a wave of self-consistent logic in his mind, Mo Nanbei's heart that was hanging in the air finally calmed down.

She is not too flustered now.

After all, this wave of logic in her head was perfect.

The reason why he cares about Li Ziqian is just humanitarian concern.

Ok.

I just don't like him a bit.

With him too?

okokokok.

In the next few hours, Mo Nanbei finally settled down and sorted out the outline of his book.

For the time being, I have written a few pages of useful content, but... This outline is very poorly written.

It's not that the idea is wrong.

It's just that she feels that her efficiency is too fast, and every time she looks at the phone, time only passes by a little bit.

This makes people feel very unpleasant.

A little headache.

This outline has been written nearly 100,000 words, and I really got stuck and couldn't write it anymore! How smooth! !

orz

I don't know what it was for, but when she wrote this part of the outline, she didn't get stuck in the slightest.

It was as if everything came naturally and naturally.

Originally... She thought she would spend more time trying to figure out the changes in the heroine's feelings and thoughts? ? ?

Ok? ? ?

Moods are subtle and complex.

…

Five ten in the afternoon.

Mo Nanbei, who had bought something, came to the door of Li Ziqian's house.

Standing at the door and raising his hand to knock on the door, Mo Nanbei was actually a little nervous.

It's not that she went to Li Ziqian's house to be anxious, she was just worried that she would wake up the sleeping pig.

After all, it is still very painful to be woken up when you are sick and sleep.

She's not a devil either, and she won't have the joy of mischief doing such a thing.

But considering that it seemed inappropriate to stand at the door like a happy, she finally knocked on the door.

She was relieved when she heard the sound coming from inside the house just after she knocked on the door.

This man is awake.

After the door opened, Mo Nanbei quickly looked at Li Ziqian who opened the door.

It looked like he was awake and just finished taking a shower.

Well, didn't wake him up.

fine.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Mo Nanbei didn't know why.

She originally thought that he would take care of the meal by himself, and she took two bites, but considering that this was a sick and disabled person, she decided to do her father's duty and take care of him.

As for why he decided to stay in the house for dinner with Li Ziqian...

Mo Nanbei selectively ignored this issue.

Ok.

It must be too troublesome to take it up and eat it.

￥￥￥￥￥￥

Memories come to an abrupt end.

After returning home, Mo Nanbei took a shower and changed his clothes, ready to start typing diligently.

After all, the code word is the code word soul, and the code word is a human being.

She... still can't be lazy.

[Cat Nanbei: I don’t want to code words to invite you to come to Orange Melon Spelling, target: 12,000 words, room number: pay with heart and soul

】

Usually she sends spelling invitations in group chats.

The Japanese 10,000-code word group Aite all, the small keyboard and the shrimp and shrimp group only send the link, and some fixed spelling members send the room number in private chat.

However, most of the writer's work and rest time is very underworld. Except for a few part-timers, they can code words together every day. Except for the mage, Beiming and science in the Riwan code word group, there is only one person like Qianshan. .

Didi, it didn't take long before she received a reply.

Is this person idle every day, otherwise why does she reply in seconds every time she sends him a message?

【Qianshan:…】

【Qianshan: Don't go】

[Qianshan: I will write two thousand today]

?

This is quite rare.

Usually, isn't this person entering the room confidently and then writing zero words?

Why, today, I feel ashamed.

But astonishment turned into astonishment, she would never let go of this opportunity to ridicule.

So, without any hesitation, she typed,

[Cat Nanbei: You rubbish]

[Qianshan: ? 】

[Qianshan: I'm sick. 】

?

Is he sick too?

Is it the peak season for colds?

Or when she was obsessed with learning and coding, what happened here that she didn't know about?

Mo Nanbei was a little surprised for a while.

Then... is it okay for her to buy Li Ziqian's medicine?

If there is a common cold in the season, is it not enough to take ordinary medicine...

Then... do you want to drag him to the hospital tomorrow?

At this time, Mo Nanbei's mentality was similar to that of carrying his own cat to neuter.

What we uphold is quick, accurate, one-size-fits-all determination.

After all, getting sick is the same thing as sterilization.

When it comes to the corresponding time, go early and enjoy early, go late and suffer...

After all, without sterilization, the consequences of estrus are very serious.

The same is true of the consequences of being ill.

…

Mo Nanbei's thoughts passed quickly in his mind, just like the protagonist of an anime would always have a lot of time to turn on the revolving lantern when he was in danger.

Mo Nanbei is the same now.

These complaints, but in just a few seconds, they have already gone through in my mind.

Hmm... Now that Li Ziqian has finished eating, it is estimated that he will be able to digest food and go to sleep after finishing the so-called 'important things', so he will not disturb him by sending messages now.

I'll see him again tomorrow to make sure he's cured.

As for now... Since Qianshan is also sick, I'll let him go today.

So, she typed a line of words in the past.

[Mao Nanbei: Since you are sick, I will let you go]

[Cat Nanbei: You go and write two thousand words]

[Cat Nanbei: Then have a good rest]

[Mao Nanbei: I went to play games happily]

[Qianshan: ? ? ? ? ? ? 】

Looking at the series of question marks sent by Qianshan, Mo Nanbei's resentment and small psychology of losing a fight recently got great satisfaction.

When he was in a good mood, Mo Nanbei cleared the computer background and went to the kitchen to get himself a box of yogurt.

All in all, I really worked hard today!

Busy and busy, but also kindly helped a wave of classmates.

I had an early dinner today, so I'll order a late-night snack for myself in the evening!

right!

So reward yourself for your hard work!

Great!

ヾ(??▽?)ノ

After thinking about this, Mo Nanbei, who sat back at the computer desk, opened WeGa.

Then, just when she just logged in to the game, she received a match invitation.

It is from Qianshan.

…

It's really killing people.

Why can I play games when I'm sick, but can't code?

Are there any more laws and principles?

However, spit is spit, and joining a team is joining a team.

Mo Nanbei clicked the agreement in seconds.

A happy day off starts with a big fight.

It's just... I don't know who is poisoned. Today's first big fight ended with a big advantage and the explosion of my own crystal.