You Sound Sleepy

Recently, there was a very popular post on the campus forum of the University of K, the law school district.

The name of the post is academic and serious, called: "International Economic Law Classroom Exchange and Seminar Summary".

However, only when you click in will you find that this post is very serious at first sight... the content is not very serious from beginning to end.

The host used a string of exclamation marks and onomatopoeia in the main building to express a fierce inner drama. The full text revolves around a central idea: the professor Que who transferred to the new campus this semester is really terrible.

Then the host dumped a blurry photo on the first floor, with a text: Don’t dare to shoot too obvious, everyone is low-key! [图][Heart].

The background of the photo is the podium of a certain classroom, which was taken secretly the moment the man turned around after he finished writing on the blackboard. The blur is a little blurry, but the outline of Yingjun's profile and long figure can be clearly seen. He is holding the outside of the table edge with one hand, and the shirt draws an unusually beautiful arc on the back with the movement, say no Qingjun solitary.

Some people gossiping about Professor Que's academic resume in the building, and finally sighed with a longing heart. It is not without reason to become an associate professor at a young age. Sure enough, there is still a gap between people.

The male **** used to take master and doctor students on the old campus, but he only recently transferred to the new campus.

The post has covered thousands of floors in just a few weeks, and it appears to be a mediocre post with only sporadic replies. The reason why the post has not been deleted is that the moderator of the forum section is also a student. After browsing the content, he immediately put the post with one eye closed, and right-clicked it to save it by the way. Candid photos.

When everyone's focus was on this Professor Que, someone quickly discovered another bright spot in the picture.

2166 floor: Why do I seem to see someone... sleeping?

The photo was taken into the first few rows of seats closest to the podium, zoomed in and looked closely, and among the backs looking up and listening, there really was a man sleeping on his stomach, the latter with soft black hair on his shoulders. The back draped down, and the ends of her hair were slightly bent into curls.

Soon, someone replied: If I remember correctly, I saw it in the last class, and the last class...

This section of International Economic Law is notoriously difficult to occupy a seat. Even though the venue is in a huge lecture theatre, every time people come to attend the lecture, they can always squeeze from the door to the corridor in a hustle and bustle. There are not a few people who ask for help at a high price to occupy a seat. .

Professor Que never called his name, and there were even students from other schools who came to class. Whether it is for lectures or to see people, it is very rare to be able to occupy the front seat.

And this one occupies grandly in the middle of the third row of seats every time—

go to bed.

Still slept openly, slept calmly, and slept like no one else.

Three hundred books, in a word: sleepy.

Lin Mian has slept for almost half a semester in this class of international economic law.

At this time, the lecture hall that could accommodate a hundred people was quiet. She was lying in her arms half dreaming and half awake, only hearing a voice coming from her ears.

The man's speech is not fast or slow, his voice is low and sweet, and it is as clear as ice hitting a wall. Originally, such a voice could easily bring people into the rhythm of class, but what is strange is that in Lin Mian, every word of his sounds is very hypnotic.

When she was in the first class, she was sitting in the last row, and she could only vaguely see the tall and tall figure of the distant person, and she fell asleep without hearing a few words.

Usually Lin Mian couldn't sleep for a full week when he had insomnia, but his voice was peculiarly soothing to her. For the first time in his life, with occupational insomnia like her, he was smoothed by a person's voice. She had to work harder and harder, and from the second time she occupied the front row position, and then she slept until now.

Vaguely, Lin Mian heard someone say a name calmly: "Xu Tong."

Xu Tong?

"..."

Hearing this name, the person lying on the table sleeping peacefully finally moved. The next moment, Lin Mian slowly raised his face, and subconsciously followed the sound, his vision was obviously still in a misty state.

The boy who was playing on the phone noticed it and asked in a low voice, "Classmate, is your name Xu Tong?"

Lin Mian "hmm" said, "Is it."

right? The boy was silent for a moment: "The professor is calling you to answer the question."

Lin Mian raised his eyes and met the sight of the man not far away.

The two were not far apart, and when Lin Mian stood up, Que Qingyan closed the roster. He narrowed his eyes and stared, and asked concisely: "Law major, Xu Tong?"

Lin Mian nodded, and there was a long-sleeping red mark on her white and smooth forehead. From the top of her head to the tips of her hair, the six characters "Sleeping, don't disturb" were all revealed. While struggling to recall the problem from the scattered memories of sleep, she secretly pinched her forearm under the table before she gradually woke up.

It's really miserable. The first time Professor Que made a roll call, he ordered one who was sleeping. Looking at Lin Mian, the boy on the side was mixed with sympathy, and whispered: "...Nice, classmate."

Lin Mian cast a grateful look at him, and replied confidently: "Choose B."

Her voice was not high or low, and the students present just happened to be able to hear clearly. After the voice fell, the audience was strangely quiet for a few seconds. I don't know who could not help laughing first, and then one after another sounded everywhere. laughter.

"B, what B, I just said," the boy suffocated his smile, "Awesome."

Lin Mian noticed that there was a long list of English on the projection screens on both sides of the front. Even if there are obscure professional vocabulary mixed in, it is not difficult to see that this is an analysis question.

Discuss analysis questions.

What did she just answer?

Choose B.

Lin Mian: "..."

She chose to die.

An hour later, Lin Mian sat obediently on the reception sofa in an office.

The crack in the office door was ajar, and the person outside seemed to be making an overseas phone call, and she could not be taken care of for the time being. Lin Mian probably calculated the time to talk on the phone in his heart, adjusted his correct sitting posture, and after brewing a penitent look, he calmly surveyed his surroundings.

The interior is spacious and well decorated, with sunlight spilling on the bookshelves through floor-to-ceiling windows. Lin Mian's gaze stayed on it for a moment. The log bookshelf on the whole wall contained thick or thin professional books. There was one thing in common: she couldn't understand them.

Just now when she came in, she noticed the sign of the office. The gilded silver background read clearly: Associate Professor of Law School, Que Qingyan.

It's the one who is calling outside the door now.

"..."

Lin Mian just wanted to go back to two months ago, pinch Xu Xiaotong to call her at the time, and hang up mercilessly.

Xu Tong is her cousin.

Her cousin is a sophomore of K University. She participated in the school-to-Canada exchange for one semester more than half a year ago. Two months ago, Xu Tong exchanged back from Canada and immediately applied for an international volunteer project. After completing the visa application, he packed his luggage and went to Canada in a hurry.

There is no other reason, just because the little girl met a romantic exotic love in Canada, crying and wanting to accompany her little boyfriend more.

Lin Mian is Xu Tong's cousin. She has grown up together since she was a child. Now the two of them are in City B, and the relationship is even better.

Before leaving, Xu Tong called her and begged her softly: "Sister Mianmian, forget about other classes. This is a professional class. I heard that the old professor who took this class was murderous and murderous. , Must be named in the hall, and missed classes must be dropped." At the end of the sentence, "Save the child!"

Lin Mian didn't buy it: "Xu Xiaotong, I have graduated for three years, do I look like a college student?"

"Like, very like, very pure and lovely!"

Xu Tong said this sentence from the bottom of his heart. She and Lin Mian have known each other for so many years. The latter has been a beautiful woman since she was a child. She used to have red lips and white teeth. When she grew up, her facial features were even more beautiful. When the two of them went shopping, they thought she was taking her younger sister.

Xu Tong repeatedly promised: "As soon as the sign arrives, the old professor has bad eyesight, and he can walk after signing the sign. If he slips out of the front door, he may not be found."

When Lin Mian agreed, he thought, isn't it just a matter of sign-in, a small problem.

It's just that she didn't expect that the professor of this class would be temporarily replaced by Que Qingyan, and she didn't expect that she would actually have sleep dependence on his class, let alone...

I didn't expect that now I was waiting in the office of others to be criticized.

She listened for a while, and the man was still on the phone, his voice was calm and pleasant, and he was discussing things methodically with the person on the other end.

Lin Mian started to feel sleepy again, and muttered something before going to bed.

Originally English is hypnotized

When he woke up again, Lin Mian was stunned.

...She actually fell asleep again!

She pretended to sleep for a while, petrified in her heart. After a while, she raised her eyes little by little, and fixed her gaze on the man not far away.

There is a table between the two people. She has slept here for so long without being awakened. Lin Mian said nervously, "Professor Que."

Que Qingyan was reading the information. He glanced at her and paused: "I don't have any juice here, do I want to drink water or coffee?"

fruit juice…

He treats her as a child.

"Don't drink anymore." Lin Mian had a good attitude of admitting his mistakes, and then lowered his head again. "Professor Que, I was wrong. I will never sleep in your class again next time."

What I thought was that next time I must find a remote place to sleep.

Que Qing said with a "hmm".

Lin Mian was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the other party handed over a green paper and said: "Article 1, paragraph 1, of the Convention, talk about the scope of application."

"…"What?

She looked up at the book, then bowed her head with a repentant look.

will not.

Not long afterwards, there was another unfolded original book in front of me. Notes were made on the page that was opened, and the notes next to it were written sloppily, which was a sharp and beautiful handwriting. Que Qingyan glanced at her: "After reading the above case, let me listen to the analysis."

It stands to reason that he wrote the comment, and he should at least be able to understand it... Lin Mian glanced tentatively and bowed his head more apologetically.

The man stopped talking.

When it's over, he must feel that he is ignorant and lethargic. Lin Mian thought with shame that she had been exaggerated since she was a child. Now that's fine, she has become illiterate after crossing a professional field.

Lin Mian comforted herself with a broken can. He didn't remember her anyway. He would lose Xu Xiaotong's face if he lost it. What is she afraid of?

She had done enough psychological construction for herself, and finally raised her head to look at Que Qingyan again. He noticed her gaze, and then looked up.

Lin Mian glanced at him unexpectedly, and the fingers of both hands on his knees curled up slightly.

...I have to say that he hasn't changed much, he still looks so good.

The desk was right next to the window. At this time, the sunlight from outside the floor-to-ceiling windows came in and outlined the man's profound and heroic facial features. Lin Mian couldn't look away, and the next second he saw Que Qingyan curled his lips and smiled.

He had originally looked indifferent, but if there was a slight smile in his eyebrows, she looked dazzling, the other party’s smile was like a Clivia quietly blooming in the cold frost and snow, cold and abstinent. He was so restrained, it happened that people couldn't help but want to get closer.

Before Lin Mian had time to carefully study what the smile probably meant, he listened to Que Qingyan and said:

"Ten thousand words."

"…what?"

He retracted his gaze and turned a page of the book with his slender fingers: "Ten thousand words of sleep experience, hand it over after writing."

Lin Mian was stunned for a full ten seconds, and still couldn't hold back, he leaned in a low voice, and the first syllable "k" was still not spoken between his lips and teeth, so he heard him say again: "Twenty thousand characters." Voice Not harsh, but cold and cold, "I will hear you swearing, and add ten thousand words."

Lin Mian: "..."

If Lin Mian's inner barrage could be screened at this moment, a whole bunch of clues might have been crossed on the screen in her brain.

However, she just blinked her eyes in confusion, and whispered softly and obediently: "I didn't say bad words..."

Que Qingyan said "Um": "20,000 words. Two weeks later, hand it to me with the mid-term paper."

…

What was she thinking about? Clivia quietly blooming in the freezing wind and snow? ? ?

Lin Mian fell silent for a second in the memory.

Sorry, she apologized to Clivia.