My Girlfriend is More Than Beautiful

Li Ziqian wrote two more random strokes in the workbook, and thoughtfully said: "The achievement goal has been set, do we still have to make a plan?"

Mo Nanbei looked over, "I thought you forgot about this."

Li Ziqian took a piece of white paper and painted on it, "Look, after school every day, we study for two hours, then code two thousand words, and then play a game to combine work and rest.

As for weekends, that is, after studying during the day and having dinner at night, writing 2k words and playing a game to combine work and rest, how about it? "

Li Ziqian nodded to himself, feeling good about the perfect plan he made.

"Uh, are you sure it's a combination of work and rest, not a combination of work and rest?"

"It's going to be done."

"It doesn't feel so hard." Mo Nanbei looked at the white paper that was painted by Li Ziqian, and pouted.

"But if it is really implemented, it means serious study."

Mo Nanbei blinked and said, "It's really okay."

Besides, if you keep in good shape during school and you can continue to study hard for two hours after you come back, it is very rare. As for playing a game, it is really just for the combination of work and rest, which is actually understandable.

If you look at weekends, if you can reduce the time for fishing during the day during the learning process, really invest your time in the right place, and then play games at night to relax yourself, you will indeed be studying efficiently.

Li Ziqian is also worried that although he has the reputation of playing a game with work and rest, he is likely to fall into the game because of the game addiction and the terrible desire to win. Not to delay the main task.

The more Li Ziqian thought about it, the more he felt overwhelmed. He patted the table and said, "Then let's start practicing today!"

The black question mark face of Mo Nanbei.

"Why didn't you say it will be next time??"

Li Ziqian directly opposed the first army, "Do you think I am you?"

"???"

Mo Nanbei: "Who is it that crammed to the forty-second grade?"

"That was before. From today, I'm not the same."

Although Li Ziqian knew that mid-term exams are mainly about betting on the questions, but as long as you start working hard now, at least it won't be too bad, right?

"Then study hard, and when the final exam is over, I won't give you your final review notes." Mo Nanbei scratched his bangs and turned to organize his schoolbag.

"Don't." Li Ziqian admitted for a second.

No matter how you say it, you can't get along with the original final exam questions.

And while it was still a long time before the exam, Li Ziqian decided to ask Mo Nanbei the crooked way of asking questions, ah no, it was the magic weapon for victory.

After Li Ziqian himself has mastered the method of betting, Mo Nanbei can no longer use this to threaten himself.

"It depends on your good performance, and I have to decide whether or not to teach you the key secrets for final review."

"By the way, why are you betting on the original question? It's not the teachers of each subject who will open a small stove for you alone, right?"

Mo Nanbei glanced at Li Ziqian disdainfully, and suddenly felt that the punishment for the bet should be heavier.

"What the hell, I beg you, don't ask me for a notebook at the end of the term!"

"Hey, I was wrong, Sister Mo!"

"Didn't you **** say that you want to implement your plan, and you can still get the top twenty-five of the ghost's grade at the end of the term."

"..."

Speechless, Li Ziqian turned his attention to his workbook again.

Mo Nanbei had already completed his homework and started the task of coding. Even so, he would still turn his head to check Li Ziqian's progress when he stretched his waist, and occasionally gave some solutions.

After Li Ziqian finished his homework and coded 2,000 words, Mo Nanbei had almost finished his coding task for the day, and the two of them played a game of work and rest.

Although the progress is different, we can still come together.

After all, we have to make progress together.

Days go by, and soon it will be May 31st, Wednesday. Maybe it's because of mutual supervision, or because of fear of betting, Li Ziqian has been seriously and strictly sticking to the daily plan. .

I've probably never been as self-disciplined as this time in my life.

Li Ziqian typed the last period of the first 2k on the keyboard. Before starting the game, he heard Mo Nanbei ask, "What are you going to do tomorrow?"

Li Ziqian's face? ? ?

Why, tomorrow is Thursday, in the normal class, come back in the evening to write homework, code words and play games, is there anything special?

Seeing that Li Ziqian didn't respond, Mo Nanbei didn't plan to sell anything, so he cleared his throat and started to get angry.

"No, no, no, no one doesn't know that tomorrow is Children's Day, right?"

Li Ziqian laughed out loud, "Children's Day, what are you doing?"

Mo Nanbei's face sank and pinched Li Ziqian's arm, "Who the **** is not a baby anymore?"

"Oh, I see, seventeen-year-old mentally retarded giant baby, right?"

Mo Nanbei patted the table and stood up from the chair.

Good men don't fight with women, Li Ziqian softened his tone when he saw that Mo Nanbei didn't look easy to mess with.

"Okay, let's celebrate Children's Day for you, who made me your father, tell me, what do you want on Children's Day?"

Mo Nanbei changed his angry look just now, sat down, wrapped his index finger around a strand of his black hair, and began to think seriously.

"Um... hang out with me?"

"Okay, as long as you don't forget to honor me on Father's Day."

"... June 18, right, okay, I wrote it down."

"Just write it down, tell me, what do you want on Children's Day?" Li Ziqian asked, looking at the game interface that had been opened a long time ago but never clicked to match.

"I want you to call me Daddy!"

"??"

Why are you still in a hurry?

"I told you about Children's Day, I'm your father, don't mess up your generations."

"Li Ziqian, **** you."

"You are so rebellious and still thinking about Children's Day, it's very difficult to be a father."

"Li Ziqian, are you tired of living and want to find some excitement?"

Mo Nanbei kicked Li Ziqian's computer chair with a flying leg, and Li Ziqian flew far away with the chair.

When Li Ziqian hummed back to the computer desk, he kept muttering, "It's terrible."

"Okay, okay, let's be serious, why don't you buy me a present."

Mo Nanbei's mood became quite fast, and he was just showing his teeth and claws, this would be like a docile little rabbit again.

Li Ziqian said that people can directly appreciate the essence of Beijing Opera's face-changing while sitting at home.