My Girlfriend is More Than Beautiful

The classmates were roughly divided into three groups and gathered together.

One group is 'actors', the kind that sing, dance, ra, and act; one group is behind-the-scenes logistics, such as lighting, curtains, moving props, etc.; one group is the gathering place for the production team of props and costumes, the gathering place of handicraft and drawing masters .

In today's brief rehearsal, except the first group of people and the good brothers who pull the curtain need to listen and work carefully, the rest of the behind-the-scenes and logistics students have absolutely nothing to do.

Just when these classmates thought they would spend a leisurely afternoon with nothing to do, they never imagined that under the crazy hint of Li Ziqian, the head of the props team realized what is meant by 'capital to labor force'. press'!

He took the initiative to come to the door and took away all these idle laborers without leaving any, under the name of "lack of population" and "need to improve efficiency".

Most of the items needed for the stage play of the class program are made by hand.

After all, it is a performance of the Student Cultural Festival. If everything is purchased with capital, it will be a bit stale.

For the students in the props group, their livers and hair were kept for the time being.

Hundreds of bits and pieces of props needed for a whimsical and diverse stage play would not be an exaggeration.

Now, there are nearly twice as many people to accompany them through weal and woe, and the mood is good, and the efficiency of doing things has increased.

Of course, this afternoon was a happy and miserable afternoon for those classmates who couldn't escape and were caught to work instead.

Happiness is because there is no need for classes, studies, and exams, and misery is because... an inescapable tool person's daily life.

In this case, Li Ziqian naturally watched the fun and didn't think it was a big deal.

He said, the able ones work harder, alright!

Minasang has to do her best for class activities!

Come on! What to do, you have to do it with a smile!

It's just... what he didn't expect was...

Not long after he said these nonsense words, he was dragged into a dance to recharge with the same excuse.

"Oh? It's hard work for those who can?"

"Dear! Did you just say that you are short of dancers? Did you find a suitable one?"

"No... Then what do you think of Li Ziqian? Isn't his height also suitable? He said that a person who is capable works hard, and he is quite capable, so let's get him to recharge!"

The above contents are all the words of Mo Nanbei, who is sitting on the piano bench, poking his chin and watching the busy classmates.

The airy and cool tone of voice that is neither salty nor bland, coupled with the slightly raised eyebrows and the corners of his mouth, really... makes Li Ziqian have no words for bitterness.

One thing to say, one thing is that the present newspaper really does not come too fast.

Dancing is really about hand-brain coordination.

Coincidentally, he is the kind of extremely incongruous.

I thought it would be a leisurely afternoon for the uncle, but it turned out...

"Ugh…"

Thinking of his hard work, Li Ziqian couldn't help but sigh again.

And it was this moment of distraction that he made a wrong move again.

"Li Ziqian! The action is wrong and wrong! This is how it is! This is how it is!"

The girl standing in front of the dance suddenly stopped and corrected Li Ziqian.

"…"

Sure enough, don't laugh at others too early, otherwise, when the world's newspapers come, you will be the one who can't tell the bitterness.

At this moment, Li Ziqian felt that he had realized some incredible truth and philosophy of life.

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The afternoon's self-study class was over soon. When the classmates were scattered to forage for food, Mo Nanbei suddenly came over and asked Li Ziqian,

"how do you feel?"

"How dare you ask me this question?"

Li Ziqian didn't answer Mo Nanbei's question directly, but asked her back angrily.

"Huh? Why, didn't you say that the capable ones work harder?"

Before Li Ziqian could answer this question, Mo Nanbei couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"call…"

Li Ziqian, who was walking beside him, looked at Mo Nanbei's appearance and instinctively took a deep breath.

Right now, he was trying his best to restrain his little temper that was about to become unbearable.

"What are you... do you owe a beating!", he said to Mo Nanbei, gnashing his teeth.

"Well, don't worry about it~ It's a cultural festival, it's a pity not to show your face on stage."

"No regrets, and if I remember correctly, haven't I been dragged up by you to play the piano?"

"Ah... The nature of the class program is different, right?" Mo Nanbei blinked and continued to Li Ziqian.

"Then according to what you said, aren't those classmates in the props team and logistics very pitiful?"

"yes."

…

This "yes" made Li Ziqian not know what to say, and he was suddenly at a loss for words.

Mo Nanbei's voice must be a little too assertive. Li Ziqian didn't know whether to pity himself who was sympathized with first, or the students in the logistics group who didn't even receive sympathy.

At the end, he clicked his tongue and muttered to Mo Nanbei,

"So, why don't you have pity on them?"

"I'm not familiar with them, it's none of my business."

What Mo Nanbei said was a bit mean, which made Li Ziqian feel a little embarrassed. He instinctively cast a terrified and suspicious look at Mo Nanbei.

It's like saying: I didn't expect you to be such a person!

"Huh? What are you doing looking at me like that?"

"nothing…"

Even if Li Ziqian didn't say anything, Mo Nanbei knew what his expression meant.

Feeling a little puzzled, she asked Li Ziqian,

"Are you okay?

I'm not very familiar with them, so why should I consider whether they have any regrets?

Whether they die is none of my business? "

Listening to Mo Nanbei's words, Li Ziqian suddenly fell into deep thought.

so…

Can Mo Nanbei's words be understood as: She is familiar with and has a good relationship with herself, so how many cents does she have to do with her?

…

It is true that the process of engaging in activities with classmates is actually very happy aftertaste.

Sweaty youth or something.

Because Mo Nanbei's three sentences forced him to participate in the cultural festival class show competition, it did bring him some happiness.

It's just that... now he seems to be in a happy mood... not just because of that.

It seems... in this... there is a different kind of ineffable, indescribable... snickering.

Although there was a subtle feeling in his heart, he didn't show the slightest bit on his lips. Li Ziqian, as always, said to Mo Nanbei,

"Well, then I really thank you."

"That's not right. After all, I'm your father. Of course, I have to think about your future."

As if he didn't hear Li Ziqian's voice, Mo Nanbei replied to Li Ziqian.

"Oh, I'm your father."

"Dad, what shall we eat tonight?"

? ? ? ?

ah? ? ? ?

One thing to say, one sentence from Mo Nanbei confused Li Ziqian.

"Ah? What's wrong with you? What are you doing?"

He subconsciously took a half step back and opened the distance between himself and Mo Nanbei.

Seeing Li Ziqian suddenly make such a move, Mo Nanbei squinted ￢_￢ and said to Li Ziqian, "I didn't bring a meal card, I'm in class, I'm too lazy to go back to get it."

"…"

No meal card.

I want to have lunch with him...

this…

"Yes, it's very strong." He twitched the corners of his mouth helplessly, and while showing his respect to Mo Nanbei, he said to Mo Nanbei.

"Hmm~"

no…

I'm not complimenting you.

What are you proud of?

Why?

what happened?

Is this Mo Nanbei's delusional delusion?

Always feel that your IQ is in arrears? ?

But... this 'hmmm' is really cute, and it goes well with the wise expression on her face that is complacent for her 'witty reaction'.

Li Ziqian sighed deeply, rubbed his head, and asked Mo Nanbei,

"What do you want to eat?"

"Steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chick, roasted goose, stewed salted duck, sauce chicken, bacon, Songhua..."

"Shut up for the Lord! You want to eat your fart!"

"Tsk."

After his mouth was interrupted, Mo Nanbei expressed his dissatisfaction.

After being silent for a while, after both of them entered the cafeteria, she opened her mouth and said to Li Ziqian,

"Udon noodles."

"…OK."

"Then help me arrange."

Li Ziqian: ? ? ?

Does this person dare to go too far?

Thinking of this, Li Ziqian couldn't help frowning, and gave Mo Nanbei a threatening look of "don't know what's wrong".

"I'm going to help you arrange a drink, don't you drink it?" Mo Nanbei spread his hands, and responded to Li Ziqian's doubts while expressing his innocence.

Does Mo Nanbei look like someone who goes too far and pushes her nose on her face?

Well, by coincidence, she really is.

However, today's goal is not this, so... she really has no plans to pit Li Ziqian in such a place.

As for Mo Nanbei's rhetorical question, Li Ziqian was even more puzzled.

He tilted his head, turned to look at Mo Nanbei, and asked her back,

"Do you have a meal card?"

"No, but I saw Meng Yaoshi. She owed me more than ten yuan last time, so I can ask her to help me with two drinks, which can be regarded as repayment by the way."

"…"

Li Ziqian was silent for two seconds, then sighed and replied to Mo Nanbei,

"Okay, but... if I remember correctly, they are called Meng Shiyao."

"…"

"Ahahaha, is that so, it's not a big problem, it's not a big problem."

Mo Nanbei waved his hand in a condescending manner, and then walked towards the edge of the drink queue.

Before Mo Nanbei approached, Meng Shiyao, the so-called 'drink ticket', saw her.

"Momo! Here and here!"

!

"coming!"

Mo Nanbei adhered to the principle of being thick-skinned and fearless, and was naturally incorporated into the queue.

"Thank you."

After successfully jumping into the queue, Mo Nanbei turned to Meng Shiyao and said with a smile.

"It's okay~ Momo is too polite~ By the way, do you want to share a table for dinner?"

From the tone of communication with Mo Nanbei and the smile on Meng Shiyao's face, it is not difficult to see that she is a very outgoing and cheerful girl.

Generally speaking, there should be very few people who can refuse such a warm request from her.

However, what kind of person is she, Mo Nanbei, without the slightest turbulence in her heart, she is not even moved, she lied to her seriously,

"No, I have something to do today."

"Hey~ so, busy man."

"well enough."

"Then next time together~"

"Okay, definitely next time"

"Uh-huh."

This so-called "sure next time", it is estimated that only pigeons can understand the meaning of this...

When the two of them didn't say a word, or even completely communicated across servers, the queue went to Mo Nanbei.

"Auntie, two glasses of ice Coke." Mo Nanbei said to the busy aunt who was standing in front of the window wearing a mask.

"Ten dollars."

"it is good."

While responding, Mo Nanbei calmly opened the zipper of his sportswear pocket, took out a meal card, and swiped it on the machine.

drop.

"Take it."

"Ok."

After responding to Auntie's advice, Mo Nanbei turned around and smiled at Meng Shiyao, indicating that he was leaving first.

She actually brought a meal card.

How could she do such a stupid thing.

I have to stay in the auditorium all afternoon without a meal card or something...

As for the matter of pitting Li Ziqian for a meal...

In fact, Mo Nanbei didn't have a clear idea of ​​why he did this.

Maybe it's simply wanting to pit Li Ziqian for a meal?

Revenge for milk tea?

Or simply want to have a meal with him?

Or maybe... bored this afternoon and want to have some fun?

Just when Mo Nanbei was lost in thought, the cold touch of the ice cola in her hand made her frown subconsciously.

Ah...white teeth.

Ice Coke.

Will it hurt my stomach?

Forget it, drink slowly.

In the face of this mild pain, Mo Nanbei chose to refresh his mouth.

After all, this is not the first or second day.

With the passage of time, she gradually became crazy from the previous dead person.

Mo Nanbei, who was searching for Li Ziqian in the cafeteria, suddenly began to think about other things.

But... I don't know what this person can get out of eating udon noodles every day.

Has his sense of taste been numb?

After all, she was curious about the charm of school udon noodles.

If it wasn't for watching this person eat this thing almost every day, she wouldn't order this tonight.

After all, with this kung fu, isn't it bad to eat a fried pork chop?

Mo Nanbei, who complained like this, obviously forgot, and there seems to be no difference between him and Li Ziqian in essence.

She just replaced Li Ziqian's 'udon' with 'tonkatsu' and ate it every day.

Finally found the seat where Li Ziqian was sitting, Mo Nanbei quickened his pace and walked towards that side.

And just sat down on the seat and put the two bowls of noodles in the plate on the table, Li Ziqian watched someone jumping over with a drink.

He moved towards the cup in Mo Nanbei's hand in large quantities. One-third of the ice cubes in the cup made him narrow his eyes subconsciously.

no…

Is there something wrong with his memory?

If I remember correctly, this person...?

Ok? ? ?

He was still alive and dead two days ago.

What, are you in a good mood today? Crazy?

Thinking of this, he asked Mo Nanbei in a slightly serious tone,

"icy?"

"Ah... It's not a big problem." Mo Nanbei blinked and answered Li Ziqian innocently and seriously.

"You're welcome."

"what?"

Mo Nanbei was shocked, and Li Ziqian took both glasses of Coke.

(ΩДΩ)

"You go back and make another hot drink."

(ΩДΩ)

Seeing that Mo Nanbei was still motionless, Li Ziqian raised his eyes and asked her back,

"You mean, let me help you arrange?

If I remember correctly, there is ginger, wolfberry and red jujube water there. "

If there was no problem with his memory, when Li Ziqian had nothing to do before and asked her how to reduce the pain with a little experience from Baidu, Mo Nanbei complained to her incessantly. Minutes about 'How could anyone invent something so ugly! ' The thing about cola, ginger, wolfberry, red jujube and red jujube water.

Sure enough, Mo Nanbei was stunned when he heard it.

She stood up straight from her seat and said:

"No need, go by yourself. I think the hot Wangzai milk in the cabinet is delicious."

After speaking, Mo Nanbei took the meal card from Li Ziqian's hand, and walked towards the drink window with a self-sufficient expression.

woo woo woo woo.

Bitter Lucy!

Damn Li Ziqian!

Mo Nanbei cursed angrily in his heart.

However, when she passed by the sink and looked at herself in the mirror subconsciously, she was stunned.

Why, the corners of her mouth... are hooked up...

The smile between his brows is something that can't be fooled by 'woo woo woo' no matter what.

Why is she so happy.

Is it because of a bowl of udon noodles and a cup of Wangzai milk?

For some reason, she suddenly resisted and continued to think about it.

He patted his face quickly, and after a wave of 'high energy in front of the face' came, he hurriedly walked towards the window.

It's been really weird lately.

Is the special aunt here, the endocrine disorder has caused abnormal hormone secretion?

It's hard to say.

Go home and take some medicine.

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Going to school is killing the day.

From Monday to Friday, every inch of time is worth an inch of gold from Friday night.

At noon on Thursday, suddenly and without the slightest precaution, they were told to take the exam tomorrow.

What is an execution notice?

However, it is already the second semester of high school, and it is commonplace to take small exams, big exams, etc.

The classmates just accepted this reality after wailing for hundreds of millions of hours.

Exams...reviews...

what…

Put it on.

Li Ziqian never cared about things like exams.

Other people's exams depend on hard work, but he has always depended on his own rich imagination.

only…

What made him feel a little subtle was that, for some reason, there was a sudden thought in his heart that he wanted to work hard.

And this idea became stronger and stronger as time went on.

He seemed to… feel a little bit of pressure.

After thinking about it, Li Ziqian, who couldn't understand why there was such a change in his heart, could only sigh silently between classes, and then tried to initiate a 'loan' speech to Mo Nanbei.

"Well, can you lend me a look at the English notes?" he asked Mo Nanbei.

"Ah... OK."

With that said, Mo Nanbei handed the notebook to Li Ziqian.

Although she was a little puzzled, why Li Ziqian suddenly asked her to borrow this kind of thing, but considering that this person might want to review before the exam, she didn't ask any more.

"When are you going to use it?"

Li Ziqian plans to take some time to go to the photocopying room to copy all the notes.

After all, there is an exam, even if the other party lends him something, he still tries to pick a time that will not affect the other party's study plan and return the notes this morning.

If she was in a hurry to use the notes, he would run between classes, and if she was not in a hurry, he would go to the printing shop near her home after school.

"Ah... No need, just return it to me when you're done reading it." After listening to Li Ziqian's question, Mo Nanbei replied to him after thinking for a while.

"Huh? Exam tomorrow?"

"Ok."

"You don't have to?" Li Ziqian asked Mo Nanbei in surprise.

"Well, no need."

"Sure?"

"Sure."

Why is this person so inked?

Now, Mo Nanbei is a little confused.

What is he struggling with?

Mo Nanbei was a little confused.

"OK."

Then he won't go.

After all, the photocopying room of their teaching building was on the fifth floor, so he was too lazy to run.

"Well, I'm not in a hurry to look at the notes. Just return them to me when I have to take notes before the next English class."

"Okay, thanks."

"fine."

Then, because the bell rang for class, the two stopped chatting.

After returning home that night, Li Ziqian rarely opened the game and galloped in the canyon.

He seriously flipped through Mo Nanbei's English notes and read it for about two hours.

One thing to say, Mo Nanbei's notes are really clear, which is in stark contrast to his own ghost talismans.

Obviously this person is also sleepy during class...

"Hey...would you be more serious in the future?"

After muttering like this, Li Ziqian threw the matter to a place in his mind where he was 'agent' and wrote it down.

Be sure to take notes next time when you have time.

Tomorrow's exam, the language is still a matter of destiny, math, physics and chemistry do not need additional review, his level is designated enough to handle.

English...Isn't this cramming now?

Compared to before, he has worked very hard now~

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After the exam on Friday, it must be a happy game time.

Regardless of the grades, happiness is over.

Moreover, Mo Nanbei's English notes are surprisingly easy to use, and he can find the corresponding 'answers' from Mo Nanbei's notes for the questions in the grammar questions.

Just looking at the questions on the paper, I can clearly recall the contents recorded in the notes in my head.

Although this has nothing to do with his excellent memory, Mo Nanbei's clear and logical notes also played a perfect assist role.

On the matter, remembering liberal arts notes is very organized.

It has to be said that Li Ziqian admired Mo Nanbei again in his heart.

After opening Ting Fat House Happy Water, Li Ziqian rarely opened the house ahead of schedule, and wrote all the words for today and tomorrow.

After completing this series of things, he opened the wega without hesitation and entered the Summoner's Rift.

After two rounds, Li Ziqian probably guessed that someone had come to find him again after listening to the familiar beeping sound.

[Cat Nanbei: ga? 】

[Qianshan: "Picture"]

In the picture is a screenshot of the kda he just finished playing.

[Cat North and South: Set a Small Goal]

[Cat Nanbei: Take the first victory. 】

Seeing this sentence, Li Ziqian suddenly had a bad premonition.

really…

This hunch came true after entering the game.

Can't win.

A big fight, losing two in a row.

In the third game, I finally got a good hero randomly, Li Ziqian got Jie, and Mo Nanbei got Neeko, who she likes to play with.

I thought that this one would be able to be ashamed and go down smoothly, but what I never expected was that because the opponent lacked people, the three points were scored.

…

What kind of experience is this.

The pants are all taken off, that's all?

No no no.

While the phase was rushing, the door of the room was opened.

This mood is really depression + autism.

Obviously, Li Ziqian was not alone in this mood.

Drop drop drop.

[Cat Nanbei: If you can't win, let's do it again]

[Qianshan: Indeed. 】

[Cat Nanbei: To win in an upright manner! 】

[Qianshan: Indeed! 】

Then, in the next seven hours, the two of them paid a heavy price for this sentence of 'upright'.

Who can think of it?

The opponent's three-point shooting game turned out to be the only green they had overnighted.

The time came to eight o'clock the next morning.

Seeing that the cat's own crystal exploded, Nan Bei's mentality collapsed a little.

[Cat Nanbei: I can't stand it anymore. 】

[Qianshan: I also have a little bit]

[Mao Nanbei: I slept for only five hours yesterday, and I stayed overnight]

[Cat Nanbei: The key is a losing streak! 】

[Mao Nanbei: Is it so difficult to win? ? ? 】

[Qianshan: I don't know]

Although Li Ziqian is playing the game very well now, he is already familiar with it.

But... the students themselves are in a state of serious sleep deprivation, and this is another overnight + losing streak... I can't stand it...

I feel that h is passing from my body little by little.

However, he can actually endure even if he is tough.

Although the operation is somewhat deformed.

It's just that I still want to win the first victory by operating the deformation...

With some hesitation in his heart, Li Ziqian decided to ask Mao Nan Bei what he thought.

If she wants to continue fighting, it's not that she can't continue.

After all, someone is tormented with him.

[Qianshan: Are you still fighting? 】

[Cat Nanbei: Hit a hammer! 】

【Cat Nanbei: Good night, see you later】

【Qianshan:…】

[Qianshan: Good night. 】

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When I woke up on Saturday, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon.

If I remember correctly, it was agreed before school on Friday that I would go to her house to practice the piano at noon on Saturday.

I don't know if Mo Nanbei, who was muttered by himself, had an explosive mentality.

Li Ziqian, who was thinking this way, immediately picked up his mobile phone and switched to the trumpet number, and sent a message to Mo Nanbei.

【Li Ziqian:…】

[Li Ziqian: Sorry, just woke up]

[Li Ziqian: Pigeon gif]

[Mo Nanbei: I'm fine with nothing]

…

Although I don't know if this is a polite remark, he Li Ziqian chose to trust Mo Nanbei at this time.

Ok! She just woke up too!

no problem!

This wave is not my pigeon!

After looking at the time and thinking for a while, Li Ziqian typed another message and asked Mo Nanbei,

[Li Ziqian: Have you had dinner yet]

[Mo Nanbei: Not yet]

[Li Ziqian: Eat together? 】

[Mo Nanbei: Specifically? 】

[Li Ziqian: Please have a takeaway]

[Mo Nanbei: What to eat? 】

The difficulty of the topic suddenly became higher.

This question is a little scary.

But there is a saying, when you don't know what to eat, choose Golden Arches and KFC Benchmarks.

[Li Ziqian: KFC? 】

[Mo Nanbei: McDonald's. 】

[Li Ziqian: ? 】

[Mo Nanbei:. 】

? ?

What a way to get back a message.

The stubbornness of punctuation, isn't it?

[Li Ziqian: You are a heretic]

[Mo Nanbei: You are clearly a heretic! 】

…

But the premise of inviting people to dinner is that the other person does not hate the meal.

Although he didn't quite understand why Mo Nanbei didn't occupy KFC, Li Ziqian still decided to follow her.

[Li Ziqian: What to eat? 】

[Mo Nanbei: ? ? ? 】

[Mo Nanbei: Really give me some? 】

[Li Ziqian: Otherwise? 】

[Mo Nanbei;! ! 】

[Mo Nanbei: Wait a minute! 】

About two minutes later, Mo Nanbei sent a screenshot.

is a screenshot of the McDonald's menu in takeout a.

[Li Ziqian: That's all? 】

[Mo Nanbei: Hmm. 】

[Li Ziqian: Then I will bring it to you when it is delivered. 】

[Mo Nanbei: 111111]

After ordering his KFC takeout, Li Ziqian ordered another order from Mo Nanbei's Golden Arch.

Presumably, if Mo Nanbei knew what Li Ziqian was thinking about just now, he would definitely complain, 'Are you the one who broke a hammer? ’

While the delivery boy was delivering the food, Li Ziqian took a shower, put on his clothes, and took out a box of Dafu from the refrigerator and put it on the dining table.

If he read it right last week, Mo Nanbei has been plotting this great blessing for his family for a long time.

Although Mo Nanbei brought up the matter of practicing the piano, she worked really hard when teaching herself every day.

She always felt that if she was so irritable, she was going to pull out a few strands of her hair.

It is the so-called fattening and then killing.

You can't let Mo Nanbei keep frying and give her some nutrition, right?

This important thought is also Li Ziqian's real thought in ordering takeout and giving big blessings to Mo Nanbei today.

Maybe there is still a little bit of it along the way, getting up late and making others feel guilty.

perhaps.

It didn't take long for the efficient delivery boy Qi Qi to come to his door.

That being said, this scene is actually quite interesting.

When the little brother of Mai Le delivery met the little brother of the delivery service, it was a coincidence that the two of them stopped at the door of the same household.

Resisting the unstoppable smile on his face, Li Ziqian took the two takeaways.

Then he turned over and took Dafu from the house, put on his shoes and walked upstairs.

To be fair, when the delivery boy watched Li Ziqian grab the elevator with his shoes on as soon as he took the delivery, the shocked and collapsed expressions on their faces could not be concealed no matter what.

It's very interesting, and it can be ranked at the top of the list of sources of happiness in Li Ziqian's brain.

dong dong dong.

Li Ziqian came to the door of Mo Nanbei's house.

"I'm coming!"

I don't know if it's Li Ziqian's illusion, but Mo Nanbei's voice seems to be much more pleasant today than before?

how…

Sure enough, the treatment with food is different, right?

After that, the door was opened, and when Mo Nanbei saw the Dafu box in Li Ziqian's hand, his conjecture was perfectly confirmed.

"This...is for me!"

When she asked this sentence, Mo Nanbei's eyes were full of anticipation. While her eyes were wide, her eyes wandered between Li Ziqian and this big blessing box.

"…"

When this picture was broken, Li Ziqian felt that if he didn't give him something to eat, it would be as if he had done something bad.

"Um... it's for you"

"Great!"

ヾ(??▽?)ノ!

"…"

So, why, why, there are false rumors in the school that Mo Nanbei is a cold, unspeakable person.

This is so... he is clearly a second idiot...

Thinking like this, Li Ziqian sighed silently, and walked to the dining table at Mo Nanbei's house with two bags of takeout.

One was placed on the opposite side, and the other was placed in front of him. Before Mo Nanbei returned to the dining table with 'her' Dafu, he ate it on his own.

One thing to say, Li Ziqian has become more and more proficient at Mo Nanbei's house without Li Ziqian himself realizing it.

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After dinner, it is time for serious piano practice.

After repeating the boring practice more than ten times, Mo Nanbei thought about Li Ziqian's proficiency in his own voice and suggested to him,

"Would you like to try playing an ensemble?"

"also?"

For this matter, Li Ziqian himself has nothing to say.

Since Mo Nanbei thinks he can try an ensemble, then give it a try...?

Seeing that Li Ziqian had no objection, Mo Nanbei continued to say to him,

"I turned on the metronome and we hit the beat together and played together... No, you'll listen to this stuff no..."

"Yes... I'm not retarded."

?

At this moment, Mo Nanbei seemed to have heard something very terrifying. He leaned back tactically and looked at Li Ziqian in disbelief, as if he was surprised that he could say such a thing. .

"…"

One thing to say, this person is too much!

Although he played the piano a little, but he could not even have a problem with his IQ, right?

And the metronome, he can still listen to it!

Seeing the 'shocked' expression on Mo Nanbei's face intensifying, Li Ziqian slapped the keys in annoyance and asked Mo Nanbei loudly,

"Grass mud horse! Can't play!"

"bomb!"

…

Then Mo Nanbei sat on the piano bench and squeezed him as usual. After squeezing the place where he was sitting, she turned on the metronome, stuck to the beat and counted down to three, two, one, and then played it. her prelude.

In the first ensemble, Mo Nanbei suppressed the overall speed very slowly.

Therefore, even though Li Ziqian still had a wrong tone when playing, the two of them managed to smooth the song from beginning to end.

After finishing one pass, Li Ziqian finally exhaled and reported his experience to Mo Nanbei.

"Well... I'm not very used to having a voice suddenly added.

But if you ignore your voice and stare at the bullets by yourself, there is no problem. "

Hearing Li Ziqian's remarks, Mo Nanbei frowned,

"Then this is not very good, it is estimated that it is a problem of proficiency."

"so."

Indeed, Mo Nanbei also said before that if two people need to cooperate, it is really not good for him to forcefully ignore the voice of Mo Nanbei's voice.

"Well... practice a few more times."

After thinking for a while, Mo Nanbei continued to add,

"Then at noon... um...

During the lunch break practice, you play and practice your own score repeatedly.

Try to form muscle memory and memorize the score by the way.

Then when we practice at night, we only practice for half an hour, and then leave it for half an hour for you to deduct the details and talk about expressiveness and so on.

Then there's an hour left, so let's practice ensemble like this. "

"OK…"

Although he felt a little overwhelmed when he heard the plan, but considering that it was not long before he performed on stage, Li Ziqian agreed.

It's a pity that I lost two hours of game time every day for no reason.

But thinking about the process of getting along with Mo Nanbei...

Hmm...seems not bad either.

Not too bad.

"Oh yes, tomorrow weekend.

Then you pour out some time and come here to practice alone for half an hour. "

"OK…"

After the communication, they simply rested for two weeks, and the two went through it four times from beginning to end. Today's piano practice is the end.

That's it for today's practice, the next area... The next practice, come back tomorrow!

Before leaving to pack up, Li Ziqian suddenly remembered something, took out a notebook from his piano score folder and handed it to Mo Nanbei,

"Oh, by the way, the notebook is returned to you, I forgot before."

"It's okay