The most feared thing is that the air suddenly becomes quiet.

“Yes, choose C”

Mo Nanbei was silent for a while and said to Li Ziqian.

"I know." Li Ziqian responded.

...

"Then... give me the roll."

After a long silence, Mo Nanbei suddenly spoke.

Before Mo Nanbei finished saying this, Li Ziqian had already taken the second volume from her hand and put his own first volume on her table.

Obviously, after a period of silence, Li Ziqian also made the same judgment.

However, embarrassment is often just a moment of trouble. After copying the answers for a while, the answers need to be done must be "reviewing".

He, Li Ziqian, is not someone who can suffer such a loss!

"So, you're wrong, you owe me ten cups of milk tea."

After copying the answer and returning Volume 2 to Mo Nanbei, Li Ziqian said to her.

"Clam??"

Obviously, Mo Nanbei was unacceptable to Li Ziqian's words.

"You're not right?"

"Yes, but when I was betting, I didn't say 'I must have done this question right'?"

?????

!!!

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

"Are you fucking???"

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

"I'm fuck*#&$*(@&#"

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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, for the first evening self-study period, Li Ziqian spent the 'happy' manual copy and paste.

There are not many learning tasks for the second year of high school, but the pressure is just as great as the third year of high school.

Therefore, the school arranged the class schedule until the second evening.

Only when you enter the third year of high school will you be the "official third-year evening".

The second-year high school students did not force them to stay until the end of the third night.

As one of the members of the "Return Home Department", Li Ziqian certainly would not stay at the 3rd night.

He is not such a person.

As the learning process progresses in the future, evening self-study may be replaced by exams and courses for teachers in various subjects, so he still cherishes this few self-study classes that can be freely controlled just now.

After thinking about this, Li Ziqian felt that he could not let this good time down, so he took out the notebook in his backpack and began to work diligently.

As we all know, high school is a rose-colored era.

And in this rosy period, Li Ziqian had infinite enjoyment in his future life.

I want to live a good life, have a beautiful girlfriend, buy all the figures of my favorite paper-based wife, and pursue the romantic Gundam of men...

He has many dreams that normal people should have.

So, he now has a very clear goal.

He felt that during his high school period, he should seize his spare time and seriously... make money.

He has no special talents. Although he is good-looking, he feels that he can't understand the entertainment industry. He is smart but not very smart. He does not know the future national affairs, does not know the lottery number tomorrow, and does not know the stock market fluctuations.

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

Therefore, he is now an online novelist.

I usually update 4k daily, but if I am in a bad mood, I will update it alone and stop it.

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

While receiving the living expenses of his parents, he saved up the 5,000 yuan a month.

Such a life can be considered rich for a high school student.

You can buy a lot of what you want, and it can be considered a small asset if you save it.

Since I started writing books in my first year of high school, Li Ziqian has saved nearly 50,000 yuan in assets over the past year.

It's a state where there is less than the top and more than the bottom.

It is rare that Wan Er, who is free, naturally has to serve the money.

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

After all, as an author, he can say very responsibly that in many cases, he only knew the plot thirty minutes earlier than readers.

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

I turned my head and looked at Mo Nanbei who was sitting next to him. The notebook I opened was filled with dense words. I could still see the mind map drawn on it that made people feel scared.

‘Ah…What a horrible notebook.’

Maybe this is the trouble of a good student.

She was busy studying, while he was busy scrambling.

Thinking about this, Li Ziqian couldn't help but feel a little happier when he straightened out the fine lines.

I have an alternative happiness when I write the novel outline in this self-study class where I should do my homework.

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

Soon, the last evening study session ended.

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

Li Ziqian is a day school party who has no parents to pick him up and rents a house and lives in an apartment near the school.

I usually take the bus home by myself.

Based on his year and a half years of experience going home, although theoretically the subway has a speed of buses, there are now a large number of students who come home or travel after school and at night rush hour.

Instead of experiencing the meaning of the idiom "shoulder and heels" on the subway, it is really better to take the bus home.

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 there was no special arrangement to take up his evening time, Li Ziqian went to the roadside supermarket to buy a bag of snacks.

He was going home while typing on life and death while eating these snacks.

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

He walked forward quickly and slowly got into the car with the last one.

Leaning in front of the handle at the door and looking at the scenery passing outside the door, Li Ziqian habitually began to conceive what he would write tonight in his mind.

"One, two and one road, the station has arrived. Please be careful when you open the door and be careful when you get off the bus."

After hearing the radio in the car, Li Ziqian instinctively came to his senses and prepared to get off after the car door opened.

only……

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

The delicate combination of sportswear and suit skirts, the long hair hanging from behind, and the black backpack on the left hand side.
Chapter completed!