My Girlfriend is More Than Beautiful

"So, when are you going to grow your hands?"

After the two pretended to be silent for about half a minute, Li Ziqian asked Mo Nanbei.

"In a few days."

Mo Nanbei blinked a little guilty and replied embarrassingly.

"Such?"

Li Ziqian expressed doubts about what Mo Nan said in a few days.

Don't lie, he wrote the book! He knows! Writing is only in the present continuous and the endless future tense.

What I have planned! Write tomorrow!

Seriously, write it right away!

But it's all a matter of expediency for pigeons.

"Tomorrow, forget it today, I'm not in good spirits and I'm not in a good state."

""

What Li Ziqian didn't expect was that Mo Nanbei's little words were unexpectedly professional.

"Well, if you are not in good spirits, you will have no inspiration, and what you write will not look good. If it is too watery, it will not perform well on the stage, so I will write it tomorrow."

"Well, indeed."

Although he really wanted to reject Mo Nanbei's words, for some reason he didn't say what he said, but nodded sincerely.

Perhaps this is the instinct of pigeons.

He couldn't betray his heart.

After confirming the theme of the performance, the remaining one more self-study class is their free group and discussion time.

After all, it is better to let everyone choose freely if they are organized to force some people to participate in a certain part of the task. If there are poor people, no one will use their power to force a pairing.

It not only reduces the workload of the person in charge, but also can appear very democratic.

This wave can be called a win-win.

Soon, the classmates have their own tasks and arrangements.

Fortunately, there are not many poor people left. Three or two were picked up by the performance team to make up the number of people, and the rest were all packed and stuffed into the logistics props team.

There are only two groups in this class stage play, the performance group and the props group.

The performance group includes singing, dancing, playing, playing and playing the eight classics, side and so on.

The props group includes curtain pull, costume preparation, lighting treatment, bg, screen effects and script, etc.

Having established the basic tasks, the next step is to identify the exact subject of each subsection.

For the unity and consistency of the performance, it should have been after the script was released, and everyone should wake up and perform what is the normal process, but the way of writing the script that Mo Nanbei and Li Ziqian thought was based on the program that the classmates wanted to perform. As for the idea, after having the right to choose freely, the discussion in the class became more and more intense.

Rarely, most of the boys in the class were surrounded by Li Ziqian, asking him if he wanted to hear his opinion as a screenwriter assistant.

In this regard, Li Ziqian answered with a good, yes, yes attitude.

He just seriously wrote down the ideas proposed by these people in the notebook, which is convenient for statistics and subsequent plots.

It's just that although the process went surprisingly smoothly, Li Ziqian had an inexplicable sense of sight.

This is very much like Party A and Party B who negotiate business before giving money.

Party A's classmates:

"Want to be funny and live!"

"Yes, yes! It's like this video! Li Ziqian, do you think we can fix it?"

"Hey! Li Ziqian, look at this! I'll send you the BV number on QQ!"

Party B Li Ziqian:

"Yes, as long as you can put out the dance and the work you want to do, we can make up the plot for you."

Party A's classmates:

"Really!"

"Bullfrog! Brother!"

"Please!"

Party B's Li Ziqian after pretending to be forced:

""

And Mo Nanbei was almost repeating the same conversation. After just over 20 minutes of discussion, Li Ziqian felt that in addition to being physically and mentally exhausted, he was hollowed out.

"How are your statistics?" Mo Nanbei packed up the things on the table, turned to Li Ziqian and asked feebly.

"Probably memorize everything I can."

"Oh, just remember."

"Then what else can I do? Just figure out the plot for you?"

Although Li Ziqian looks like you are a strong man and locks a man, in fact, if you insist on thinking about it, it is not impossible, as long as the money is in place

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He really didn't believe it. At eleven o'clock in the evening, there were still plots and words that he couldn't understand?

Not long after the brainstorming session ended, the get out of class bell rang.

The classmates dispersed and rushed towards the cafeteria.

Today's dinner is a rare one to enjoy with Mo Nanbei.

Both of them are the type who either have something to do as soon as possible, or contact them on the last day.

Obviously, things like the script of a class program can't be stuck on the last day's DD, so for the two of them, it is definitely a top priority to agree on the content of the script.

The two walked to the same window in unison, ordered beef rice one after the other, and went to the corner to brush a glass of happy water. After finding a sparsely populated corner and sitting down, they lowered their heads to eat.

"What exactly are you?" After taking two bites, Li Ziqian snorted again at Mo Nanbei after taking a sip of happy water.

If Mo Nanbei were lucky, they should now be a stone and a tree on the stage.

What's up with this? ? ?

As for Li Ziqian's questioning, Mo Nanbei's answer was still the same as in the previous class.

"No way, there is always a price to be paid for being beautiful."

"Where's the face?"

"What about this?"

Mo Nanbei poked himself in the face seriously, and tugged.

What is in your eyes is to Li Ziqian, what are you doing with your eyes? doubts.

""

After bowing his head and taking a few more bites, Li Ziqian continued to complain,

"You idiot still insist on dragging me into the water."

"Others want me to procrastinate, but I'm not procrastinating." In this regard, Mo Nanbei said to Li Ziqian with a very arrogant attitude.

"What, I should still be honored, right?"

"Or else?"

? ? ?

What is it, or else?

I have to say that Li Ziqian thinks this person is a good talker.

Choking people twice in a row in the same conversation is indeed a high frequency.

After being silent for a while, the previous mutual confrontation seemed to have disappeared. Mo Nanbei, as if nothing had happened, pointed to Li Ziqian with his forehead and complained in a sad tone, with a deep headache,

"Oh, these people are really a **** group."

"It is indeed such a beautiful memory." Li Ziqian strongly agreed with this.

"Oh what to do"

"What else can I do? Complete the task."

"The bird food, it needs to be tidy."