My Girlfriend is More Than Beautiful

Unlike Li Ziqian's gnashing of teeth, Mo Nanbei had an unusually comfortable evening.

After finishing her daily work, she took a leisurely shower, wiped her hair unhurriedly, and sat on the sofa blowing slowly.

While reaching for his hair, Mo Nanbei casually looked at the furnishings in the living room.

The line of sight wandering in the room suddenly stopped on the electronic piano placed on the side of the living room.

"Would you...wait...just practice it?"

After thinking about it for just two seconds, Mo Nanbei decided the next schedule for this evening.

Putting the hairdryer back in place, tying his hair into a loose low ponytail, he went to the kitchen to grab a box of yogurt and ate a few bites before walking to the piano.

After arranging the loose nightgown that had drooped his shoulders, Mo Nanbei walked to the piano, pushed open the lid, and reached out to **** for the keys.

The familiar yet unfamiliar touch of the keys made her subconsciously raise her eyebrows.

"Fortunately I can't afford an ordinary piano..." she muttered to herself.

Because it is an electronic piano, the volume can be adjusted, even if you practice the piano at night, it does not matter at all.

After Pan understood the logic, Mo Nanbei couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Isn't it fortunate that there was no such thing when I was a child..."

As a child, she especially liked noon and evening.

Because she needs a lunch break at noon and sleep at night, she usually doesn't practice the piano at such times.

Because the neighbors will knock on the door to complain.

┓(′?`)┏

Although she didn't play it hard, but who told the neighbors to have children who have to take the college entrance examination and study every year?

Although finding fault with neighbors is a headache, but... as long as you can help her fish, you will be a good neighbor!

When I was young, I always didn't understand the importance of hard work, so I cherished every hard-won fishing time.

Now...she doesn't understand even more.

After all, there is a lot of time to fish, and there is no need to cherish it.

When immersed in strange memories, Mo Nanbei's hand accidentally pressed on the piano keys.

The irregular and pressed sounds of multiple keys made Mo Nanbei's thoughts jump back from the past to the present.

"hiss…"

Mo Nanbei quickly adjusted the volume of the piano from the side, and finished the remaining half of the box of yogurt.

"Well."

Licking her lips, she accurately threw the yogurt into the trash can half a meter away from her, Mo Nanbei adjusted her posture and was sitting in front of the piano.

After placing the score, Mo Nanbei officially began to practice the song "On Fireworks".

No matter what level people are, the first thing they need to do when they get the score is to read the score.

The difference between the so-called professional and amateur is just the speed of reading music and getting started.

Mo Nanbei considers herself to be average, so at this time she can only play the notes in the piano score bit by bit at a slow speed.

"This left-hand score... is not scientific..."

Halfway through the play, Mo Nanbei suddenly stopped, frowning tightly, reaching out his right hand to point to the notes in the lower half of the staff, falling into contemplation.

"Fit it, let's practice it with one hand for a while."

As she said that, she learned the way she used to, one hand, divided into paragraphs, and practiced section by section.

Because of the high familiarity with the original song, this song is not boring to play.

The process of slowly piecing together the rhythms in memory is like playing a jigsaw puzzle.

It's tedious, but interesting.

It's like learning anime songs before.

Soon, it was only about an hour, and Mo Nanbei could already play the song completely at a slow speed.

It's just... there's still the wrong pitch, the rhythm is flawed, and the left hand occasionally can't keep up with the rhythm.

But Mo Nanbei felt that the current progress was not bad for her useless person.

After all, she's already "retired", isn't she.

A real pianist would say that he sits in front of the piano for more than eight hours every day. Even if he is busy with his studies, he will take time to make up for it in his rest days.

Like she is now, how can she sit in front of the piano for eight hours?

It's almost like sitting at a computer desk for eight hours.

Thinking of himself who was lazy and accomplished nothing in recent years, Mo Nanbei couldn't help sighing again.

After covering the piano cover and pushing back the piano bench, she left the living room and returned to her bedroom.

Before going to bed, Mo Nanbei habitually made plans for tomorrow.

Now she's thinking about 'what's for breakfast tomorrow? 'The problem.

The tip of the pen was irregularly pointed on the notebook, and Mo Nanbei's free hand rested on his chin, his eyes fell into deep thought while looking at the pitch-black display.

This topic...seems too esoteric.

It always feels like thinking about this question in the middle of the night is like asking yourself 'who am I, where am I, and what am I going to do' in the shower.

what to eat?

It is a very deep and heavy topic.

Especially what to eat tomorrow morning?

Due to the limitations of conditions, this proposition has added a lot of difficulty.

Because school-goers have limited breakfast time, factors such as distance, efficiency, taste, portability, etc., have to be taken into account.

Obviously it's just breakfast, why is it so cumbersome.

-Because no one cooks you breakfast.

"..."