My Girlfriend is More Than Beautiful

God knows how long she waited for this moment.

eight days!

Eight full days!

From the day that Li Ziqian's turtle grandson calculated her ten cups of milk tea, she began to plan to return with revenge one day.

Finally, on this Monday, she waited for the opportunity.

Lao Wang really asked her to discuss things about the show.

But not today.

It's Monday.

When she went to the bathroom between self-study on Monday night, she ran into Pharaoh in the corridor who was returning to the office to pick up the papers.

When Lao Wang asked about the theme and progress of the class program at the Cultural Festival, he asked her if she had any ideas to report to her personal program.

Originally, she was going to decline, but Pharaoh suddenly added, 'If you have an idea for a group of people to perform, it's not impossible. ', she changed her mind.

Pharaoh did not force him to report to the show, but she agreed to it and offered to bring Li Ziqian with her on stage to perform with you.

The incident that Lao Wang and her met at the Children's Palace over the weekend was true.

Xu was because when she was chatting, her teacher praised her so exaggeratedly that Lao Wang had full confidence in her performance. I repeated it to her again, 'Okay, you prepare well, the show will be passed directly to you, and you can perform it when you wait for the rehearsal. ’.

Although Mo Nanbei didn't understand what Pharaoh was thinking, he was so good at talking that he was left to find excuses by himself.

Immediately afterwards, she thought about the performance repertoire that night, and contacted her teacher at the first time, hoping that she could help herself to correct the score.

Because Uncle A's score is already very complete, it is not particularly difficult to divide it into a score for two people to add an extra voice.

No, during the second class during the day, she received a text message from the piano teacher.

The teacher said that after a while, she asked her friend to accompany her to play it a few times, and finally confirmed the pitch and adjusted the details, and then sent the score to herself.

And Li Ziqian's actions were just as she expected.

Everything went very smoothly.

Perfect.

As expected of my plan.

When he thought that Li Ziqian would be tormented in the future, the happiness in Mo Nanbei's heart increased exponentially.

cool!

At this time, Mo Nanbei didn't think about dragging a real entry-level player to accompany him to perform on the same stage. In a sense, for a perfectionist like her, it was actually a kind of torture in disguise .

There is some truth to the saying that harming others always harms oneself.

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That night, when Li Ziqian returned home, he rarely turned on the computer.

He sat in front of the desk with a serious face, took out the folder containing the scores from his schoolbag, and prepared to start the epic project of 'reading scores'.

Taking a pencil out of the pencil case, hovering the tip over the first set of chords, he pursed his lips, frowned, and asked a fatal question as he muttered to himself:

"Um... who is Doo from...?"

...

After an hour and a half.

The process of reading music and counting was much more difficult than he imagined.

With the help of Du Niang, he also recalled a lot of useless knowledge that he had long since thrown into the corner of the memory bank to eat ashes.

At this time, Li Ziqian was only happy.

Fortunately, Mo Nanbei kindly gave him the sheet music in the key of C major.

On the last side of the notation on reading music, the thought suddenly flashed, "Qiaodou sack, is this music in the key of C?" ' The area of ​​his mental shadow after this question.

Looking at the time and thinking about how many heads he could take in the canyon for an hour and a half, Li Ziqian's heart was full of regret.

Thinking about it seriously, he felt that he actually had many opportunities to forcibly refuse this piano performance since noon today.

But...why didn't he do it?

Why do you have to accept your fate?

crooked?

Recalling his bizarre life in the second semester of high school in just eight days, he felt that the calm, ordinary, and comfortable life he had always maintained and immersed in was leaving him.

Mo Nanbei is poisonous!

After the cultural festival is over, we must draw a clear line with her!

Because of this dog woman, she has no happy playtime tonight! ! !

After finishing his homework and sheet music, he is now tired and has to go code without rest!

what! ! !

Is this the day people should live? ! !

With a deep sigh, he took out his phone and clicked on the ugly group to order a late-night snack for himself. After rewarding his diligent and pitiful self, Li Ziqian resignedly turned on the computer, went to QQ, double-clicked the orange melon, and clicked on the book. documentation.

He finally succumbed to fate.

After all, he is a code writer. As long as the sky doesn't fall, the ground doesn't sink, and people are still alive, he has to update his novels, no matter if it's a festival, or whether it's hot or cold.

This can be more steadfast than love! ! !

Woo, bitter Lu Xi.

Thinking about it like this, the already painful mood became even darker.

This is all Mo Nanbei's fault.

After making the above summary in his mind, Li Ziqian chose to take revenge.

Before the boundaries are clearly drawn, he will take revenge again, isn't it too much?

Well, not too much.

Tat for tat, justifiably and fairly.