"Oh by the way, Mo Ranqiu."

While cleaning up the dishes after dinner, Li Wei suddenly called Mo Ranqiu.

"I will go to Zhu San's office tomorrow at noon and record the song "Magic Girl Xiaoyuan", so I won't have dinner with you. I want to sleep in the morning. Now I will pack your breakfast and lunch for you tomorrow, so you can eat it hot at that time."

After saying that, Li Wei walked back to the kitchen.

"Hey? If you are busy, you don't have to help me eat. I can order takeout."

I just stepped on the pillow with the blue fat poster printed on it and vented anger. I thought I was looking at it by Li Wei. Mo Ranqiu was relieved and heard Li Wei say 'I have something to do tomorrow', and I was a little unhappy.

After stepping on the blue fat pillow a few more steps, I was about to quit the bento link.

Although I really hope that Li Wei can have dinner with her and play with her, I don’t want to cause him too much trouble.

‘If you want to go out to work tomorrow, you won’t have a good rest tonight, so it’s not good to prepare a bento for me.’

‘Well, yes, I want to be an intellectual girlfriend.’

Under such a brain circuit, Mo Ranqiu stepped on the blue fat pillow hard, and smiled sweetly and said tactfully that she didn't need Li Wei to prepare a bento.

"Hmm? No trouble."

Li Wei did not walk out of the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator, thinking about what food to prepare for Mo Ranqiu.

"You eat less takeaway, anyway, the taste is no different from what I cook, so why not eat the rice I cook."

Li Wei’s original intention was to say that the meals cooked outside were more or less reliable than those at home, and he could make some nutritional packages for Mo Ranqiu according to the situation and supplement vitamins.

After all, he also has lv4 cooking skills, and even compared with high-end restaurants, the taste is not inferior. More importantly, he recently read some professional books online, and nutrition has also been slightly effective. It can be considered to have such a little effect around lv2.

So instead of letting Mo Ranqiuhua waste money, it is better to eat the food he cooks, which is delicious, nutritious and affordable.

but···

Such a string of logic was abbreviated into an unknown sentence, which was passed into Mo Ranqiu's ears and caused great ambiguity.

No trouble.

Dear, eat less takeaway.

Is the food I cook less delicious than takeaway?

Eat the meal I cook!

(Packed with the domineering CEO face that is a must-have for girl comics)

'ah!!!!!!'

Mo Ranqiu admitted that she was crazy at this moment.

Listening to the sounds of cutting vegetables, stir-frying, etc. from the kitchen, the corners of her mouth were about to be curled into the U-shaped corners.

I am so happy, is there any!!!

ouo!!!

It was already half an hour later that I received the breakfast and lunch handed over by Li Wei.

"Breakfast is a sandwich. You can tear the plastic wrap and put it in the microwave for a while. Lunch is made of hamburger meat and it is made into a Japanese-style meal. It has a lot of vegetables. You can eat it tomorrow. You can put it in the microwave for a while. The sauce is specially filled with a small jar for you. Just pour the sauce in before it is heated."

“Okay~”

Mo Ranqiu happily took the small package handed over by Li Wei.

The packaging bags are still made of Huajiemiao's peripheral products, but this time the printing is not the blue fat man who was stubbornly stepped on by Mo Ranqiu, but the beauty of the doll boss.

I have to say that Mo Ranqiu's expression when he looked at the cat was much better than when he looked at the blue fat shopping bag.

"Then my dear, I won't disturb you~ You have a good rest, have a good night's sleep tomorrow morning, and we'll see you tomorrow afternoon~"

Before leaving, he walked away from Li Wei's house with a bag of lime-flavored potato chips, walked to the entrance, put on his shoes, and smiled like a second dog, waving his tail with his claws, and laughed a few times before pushing the door and leaving.

I have to say that Mo Ranqiu is becoming more and more skilled in pretending to be stupid.

After closing the door of Li Wei's house, Mo Ranqiu sighed at the wall not far away.

He pinched his face, which was already a little stiff when he smiled, and turned around and returned to his home with the shopping bag in his hand.

"Tomorrow... I won't see my dear before afternoon."

A little depressed.

After putting the food into the refrigerator, Mo Ranqiu collapsed weakly on the sofa.

‘What should I do…?’

When I turned my head, my eyes passed the brightly lit night view outside the window and stopped on the black piano.

It could still appear in front of me, today I was slumped on the small sofa and watching Li Wei play.

'beautiful.'

This word can be used to describe it.

She never knew that Li Wei played the piano so well.

When she was practicing the violin, her skills were still a little awkward. When the official performance was held, she couldn't forget to watch it off the stage, and her eyes were inseparable from him, and she felt amazing.

It seemed as if it was captivating, and on the golden stage, he was the only one in his eyes.

The same goes for those hours this afternoon.

Before he knew it, his piano level was already comparable to his own.

Then... Is the art aspect still far?

It seems to be a very pleasant thing to watch your dear progress, but when you are really about to be caught up, the joy in your heart is gradually replaced by "anxiousness" and "uneasiness".

‘When he is better than me, what is the meaning of existence?’

Because the lights were not turned on, as time gradually moved backwards, the sky gradually became darker, and the lights outside the house went out bit by bit, and the night enveloped the city.

Mo Ranqiu was still lying on the sofa and staring at the piano not far away, dazed and dazed.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

‘If I don’t have any shining points or any excellent things, how can I be with him?’

One day in the future, someone who is better than her will appear. Wouldn’t it be easy to replace her position?

At that time, I will really be able to use a kitchen knife to cut that little bitch and smash it?

‘This is too expensive.’

Although she generally advocates solving problems with appropriate "violence", the most basic reason for such action is that her enemies are not better than her in the fundamental sense, just some jumping clowns.

For those clowns, she is the only justice, so there is no problem whether you step on death or cut it in half with a knife.

but···

If there really appears Li Wei who can completely destroy her existence in all aspects, can she still stand her?

These are just preconditions for her to think about and are not the key points that make her panic.

The reason why she was really panicked and restless was because Li Wei's performance today really put a lot of pressure on her.

If one day she is not as good as Li Wei, does that mean she is not worthy of Li Wei?

In this situation, a completely overwhelming existence happened to appear in Li Wei's life, so wouldn't she have to leave the stage in a down-and-out manner?

‘Leave from Li Wei’s life forever??’

To be honest, Mo Ranqiu was very scared.

However, the cold reality told her that you could do nothing except fear.

The level of painting has stagnated. I haven’t practiced music hard for a long time, and my academic performance has no longer caught up with Li Wei.

she···

Is there really a future?

Such a wrong and repeated pessimistic idea continued until midnight.

It seemed that he was tired, Mo Ranqiu chose to take a shower and go to bed.

Sometimes, taking a shower will sweep the day's closed roll, and sometimes, because of the even and calming sound of water, the mood will gradually calm down.

While playing with the bubbles rubbed from the shower balls and shower gel in his hand, Mo Ranqiu leaned against the colder shower wall, panicked and his spirit of intersection was a little relaxed.

‘Since you are going to be surpassed, then you can just keep working hard.’

Looking at the bubbles blown up by himself, Mo Ranqiu thought about what happened when he was struggling.

A few years ago, whether it was art or music, she always gave her all while practicing.

It seems that if you don’t succeed, you will die.

Because there was really a knife hanging over her head.

If you fail, you will be scolded and beaten.

Under such instinctive fear, her progress was also the fastest and most shocking.
To be continued...