Without any hesitation, holding the straw on the milk tea, Li Ziqian logged into the small account and clicked Mo Nanbei's QQ and sent a text to mock the past.

[Li Ziqian: A stinky idiot, I didn't expect that I didn't sleep.]

【Mo Nanbei:…】

[Mo Nanbei: So, you are very proud of your homework until now, right?]

“…”

Should I say that it is Mo Nanbei?

Like her father, he always thinks that his perspective is very tricky when looking at the problem?

However, he couldn't answer Mo Nanbei's words.

After all, it is a very sad fact that he has made up his homework until now.

If he is tied with Mo Nanbei again, he will be in an unfavorable situation.

So at this time, adhering to the principle of "revoking and selling", he chose to ignore the messages sent by Mo Nanbei, and directly go to the chat interface to continue to make up for his last remaining subject assignments.

At about four o'clock in the morning, Li Ziqian lay down on his bed.

At this time, there were still one hour and thirty minutes before he woke up early.

How can I sleep?

The next day.

Monday, at six o'clock in the morning, in front of the Rosen cashier.

Li Ziqian met Mo Nanbei again.

Looking at the three American coffee placed in the shopping box of the other party, he actually had the urge to laugh out loud.

But, he couldn't laugh.

Because he is the same.

He also bought two cups of American style. What's different from Mo Nanbei is that he brought himself a bottle of Red Bull.

The two people who met unexpectedly were silent again, or their sympathy and ridicule for each other were silent.

On the bus, Mo Nanbei was obviously mentally wandering outside the Three Realms.

The dull hair on her head exploded, and her head was pressed against the handrail, looking like a corpse.

The distance between the one stop is very close, and the road conditions are not very bad at around 6 o'clock in the morning.

The distance between one stop and the place was soon arrived.

The reminder to get off the car sounded, but Mo Nanbei, who was pressed against the armrest, still didn't move.

"Hey, let's go."

Li Ziqian shouted to Mo Nanbei.

“…”

Mo Nanbei did not respond.

"Hey! Get off!"

"Um…"

After hearing Li Zi's shout of Qiangao decibels, Mo Nanbei finally moved.

She responded in a low voice, grabbed Li Ziqian and pushed the elbow on her shoulders, pinched his sleeves with both fingers, and walked off the bus behind him.

He is so well-behaved that it really seems that it is really hard for people to believe that this is Mo Nanbei.

However, the two of them looked like... "Me and Dog".

What did he look like he was leading his sleepy dog ​​out for a walk?

Um???

This metaphor is appropriate, and he didn't react when he walked to the school gate and passed by the director.

Fortunately, there are many students at the school gate and crowded, it is not obvious to both of them.

Even the sharp-eyed director did not make any mistakes out of nothing at this time, so he missed some explanation.

Walking into the class, Mo Nanbei sat in his seat and his face stood on the table.

“…”

Sure enough, this person was the cutest when he died.

Looking at Mo Nanbei who was motionless beside him, Li Ziqian twitched the corner of his mouth and thought.

￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥

In class.

Sure enough, coffee is just a superficial skill, and sobering is just a psychological effect when you are jealous and sleepy.

Red Bull is also a waste.

It's useless and sleepy.

The one who supported him to sleep without falling back was just a fierce and elegant teacher on the stage.

When he was in a daze, the teacher in front of the stage suddenly launched a wave of ganks at him.

"Li Ziqian, please continue reading."

read…?

Still continuing?

What to read?

He didn't know that today's class was on page 34, he didn't know anything about it.

He slowly stood up and looked at the books on Fang's desktop, and he fell into deep thought.

‘It seems that if you go to the back and stand... you can sleep against the wall.’

Just as he was already thinking about his funeral, he reached out with one hand.

This was a left hand, and he held a pen. The tip of the pen gently drew a circle on a certain paragraph on his page and hit it twice.

!!

Help! Good brother!!!

He made Mo Nanbei a gesture with Nais on the desk, then he cleared his throat and started reading aloud.
Chapter completed!