My Girlfriend is More Than Beautiful - Chapter 4 I *****#&a￥#*===

Most afraid, the air suddenly quiet.

"Well, choose C"

Mo Nanbei said to Li Ziqian after being silent for a while.

"I know." Li Ziqian responded.

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"Then... give me the volume one."

After a long silence, Mo Nanbei suddenly spoke.

Before Mo Nanbei could finish her sentence, Li Ziqian had already taken Volume Two from her and put his Volume One on her table.

Obviously, after being silent for a while, Li Ziqian also made the same judgment.

But embarrassment is often just a momentary thing. After copying the answer for a while and calming down, what needs to be done is definitely 'review'.

He Li Ziqian is not someone who can suffer like this!

"So, you miscalculated, you owe me ten cups of milk tea."

After copying the answer and returning the second volume to Mo Nanbei, Li Ziqian said to her.

"Clam??"

Obviously, Mo Nanbei couldn't accept Li Ziqian's words.

"You're not right, are you?"

"Yeah, but I didn't say, 'I must have got this question right' when I bet?"

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After listening to Li Ziqian's remarks, Mo Nanbei carefully recalled the above-mentioned conversation about the bet. She subconsciously took a breath and widened her eyes.

"What are you doing???"

"That's such a pleasant decision! Ten cups of milk tea."

"I **** ap;(ap;"

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After everyone came back from dinner, Li Ziqian successfully changed to English homework, and Mo Nanbei also got Chinese homework.

So, Li Ziqian spent a full forty-five minutes of the first evening self-study in the 'happy' manual copy and paste.

The learning tasks in the second year of high school are not particularly large, and the pressure is generally high compared to the third year of high school.

Therefore, the timetable arranged by the school is until the second evening.

Only when you are in the third year of high school will you be the "official late third".

Sophomore students are not forced to stay until the end of the third evening.

As one of the members of the "Going Home Club", Li Ziqian certainly won't stay for any conscious late third.

He is not that kind of person.

With the advancement of the learning process in the future, the evening self-study may be replaced by the exams and the courses of the teachers of various subjects, so he still cherishes the few self-study classes that he can control at the beginning of the school year.

After thinking about it this way, Li Ziqian felt that he must not be able to live up to this good time, so he took out the notebook in his backpack and began to work hard.

As we all know, high school is the age of roses.

In this rosy period, Li Ziqian has unlimited enjoyment for his future life.

I want to live a good life, I want to have a beautiful girlfriend, I want to buy all the figurines of my favorite paper man wife, I want to pursue a man's romantic Gundam...

He has many dreams that normal people should have.

So, he now has very clear goals.

He felt that during high school, he should seize his spare time and go to earn money seriously.

He doesn't have any special talents. Although he has a high appearance, he feels that he does not understand the entertainment industry. He is smart but not very smart.

If he wants to make money, he can only use the most common method to exchange for the equivalent money through his hard-working hands.

So, he is now a web novel writer.

The daily update is 4k, and if you are in a bad mood, you only update it or stop it.

But it may be because of his little talent. Even so, he has an income of four or five thousand yuan a month.

While receiving the living expenses of his parents, he saved the small five thousand yuan per month.

This kind of life, for a high school student, can be considered rich.

You can buy a lot of what you want, and saving up can be considered a small asset.

Li Ziqian has saved nearly 5w of assets since he started writing books when he was a freshman in high school.

It's a state of being in a state of being incomparable.

The late second day, which is rarely free, is naturally to serve for the sake of making money.

There is no computer at hand, and there is no way to code words, so it is a rare time to organize outlines, outlines and inspiration.

After all, as an author, he can say responsibly that in many cases he knows the plot 30 minutes before the reader.

In order to prevent the plot from collapsing and not eating the settings, in a sense, it really depends on the blessing of the ancestors.

Turning his head and looking at Mo Nanbei who was sitting next to him, the opened notebook was filled with dense words, and at a glance, he could see the scary mind map drawn on it.

‘Ah… what a horrible notebook. ’

Maybe this is the trouble of good students.

She was busy studying, and he was busy fishing.

Thinking of this, Li Ziqian's mood couldn't help but feel a little happier when he smoothed the outline.

There is a different kind of joy in writing the outline of the novel in this self-study class where homework should be written.

Now there is another comparison. The double happiness adds up, and even the thinking of his writing has become smoother.

Soon, the last night of self-study was over.

After making a few concluding remarks, the head teacher, Lao Wang, brought a queue of day students to the school gate. After saying "dissolve", the crowd immediately dispersed.

Li Ziqian is a day party without a parent to pick him up. He rents a house and lives in an apartment near the school.

I usually take the bus home by myself.

Based on his one-and-a-half-year-long homecoming experience, although the subway is theoretically faster than a bus, but now there are a large number of students after school and evening rush hours or people going home or traveling.

Rather than experiencing the meaning of the idiom 'rubbing shoulders and rubbing shoulders' on the subway, it is really better to take the bus home and feel more comfortable.

After all, if you take the bus, you can occasionally sit by the window when you are lucky.

It's also comfortable to open the window and blow the evening breeze for a while.

Because there was no homework to copy after returning home, and no special arrangement to occupy his evening time, Li Ziqian deliberately went to the roadside supermarket to buy a bag of snacks leisurely.

He was going home to eat these snacks while living and dying.

When he came out of the supermarket, he looked forward and happened to see the bus slowly heading towards the station.

He stepped forward quickly, and he got into the car at the last one in a hurry.

Leaning in front of the door handle, looking at the scenery passing by, Li Ziqian habitually began to think about what he was going to write this evening in his mind.

"One, two, one road, the station is here, please be careful when you open the door, and please pay attention to safety when you get off the bus."

Hearing the broadcast in the car, Li Ziqian instinctively recovered and prepared to get out of the car after the door opened.

only…

Just as he turned to face the door and was about to get out of the car, he saw a familiar figure.

The subtle matching of sportswear and suit skirts, the long hair that falls softly on the back, and the black backpack that is carried on the left hand side.

Isn't this... not... Mo Nanbei? ?