You Sound Sleepy

The parking space from the book kiosk to the restaurant is less than 200 meters.

Lin Mian's hand rested on Que Qingyan's shoulders at a loss, his chest was like a springbok, and his heartbeat and pulse were noisy.

The tips of her fingers were trembling slightly, but the nerves paralyzed by alcohol were extremely sensitive at this moment. The man's body temperature was pressed against the palm of his hand through the thin shirt material, and the temperature burned his face all the way.

Que Qingyan had a nice, clear smell on his body, like some kind of refreshing fragrance of plants and trees, Lin Mian's head was stiff, and he didn't dare to get closer to smell it clearly.

When he got closer, he must have heard his own heartbeat.

Neither of them spoke for a while. Que Qing said that there is no need to speak, and Lin Mian...

She was racking her brains to think how to speak.

The night is already dark, the stars are dim, but the street lights are very bright. From Lin Mian's perspective, under the dappled light and shadow, Que Qingyan's back face is clearly defined, his jaw and neck are tightly curved, and the high-definition shirt collar covers a piece of Qingming abstinence.

There is only one seven-character mantra in the head of teacher Mu Mian who is used to drawing beautiful boys in comics:

…Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

Taking a deep breath calmly, Lin Mian scalded his face, constantly hypnotizing and brainwashing himself.

She is drunk.

That's right, the kind that doesn't make it difficult to get drunk.

Drinking so drunk... It is excusable to talk nonsense and do two stupid things.

excusable.

Lin Mian succeeded in brainwashing, and the hands on Que Qingyan's shoulders were loosened, and the night breeze was getting colder, but her palms were sweaty.

"Professor Que, Que," she brewed a concerned tone, and her heart jumped out nervously, and asked in a low voice, "Are you cold?"

Que Qingyan carried her on his back, and paused after hearing the words: "What's the matter?"

"I will make you a magic trick, okay?"

In the next second, Lin Mian put his red face on his face, and he was not afraid to put his head to the back of the man's neck, his hands changed from shouldering to gently wrapping his neck.

In this posture, I can't get any closer.

"I," Lin Mian explained with a low voice, "I am a turtleneck sweater now."

"..."

"The heroine, the hero of the female middle school, the courageous and courageous."

Bai Jiayi used sixteen words to evaluate it incisively.

In front of the sink, Lin Mian turned on the hands-free of his mobile phone, brushing his teeth while listening to the phone. After a while, she closed her eyes with difficulty in front of the mirror, and slowly put her forehead on the mirror with the toothbrush in her hands.

"what…"

Okay, think, die...

"Then what then?" Bai Jiayi was very excited when he heard it, biting the apple crunchy, and asked, "Qu Qingyan what did he say? What did he say?"

"..." Lin Mian recalled with a toothbrush, and said vaguely: "I didn't say anything."

Bai Jiayi was silent for a second, unbelievable: "How is it possible?"

Lin Mian recalled the situation last night.

Que Qingyan carried her back to the parking space of the restaurant. When she got into the car and fastened her seat belt, he leaned over with one hand on the top of the car door.

"I don't care about your tantrums." The interior lights were not turned on. Under the dim light, the man's dark eyes looked over for an instant, and his voice was soft and pleasant. "Now let's talk about something else."

Bai Jiayi was excited: "Huh?"

"Professor was approached, words and deeds were inappropriate." Lin Mian's tone was flat, "He asked me to write a thousand-word review, and hand it to him after finishing it."

"..."

Hold your neck for a one-thousand-word review...

Lin Mian whispered, but Bai Jiayi didn't hear clearly: "What?"

She rinsed her mouth, blushing and repeated: "...I earned it."

After solving the breakfast, Lin Mian sat in front of the computer, checked his work mailbox, then logged into Weibo and ins, and responded to some of the fans' messages.

After finishing everything, she then created a new blank word document, a new day, a new review.

Lin Mian has just written a 40,000-character review. It stands to reason that practice makes perfect for this kind of thing, but now she is speaking to the blank screen for a while, making it difficult.

For a long time, she typed: I have deeply realized my mistakes, I shouldn't...

You shouldn’t like you too much, although it’s really difficult to dislike you.

Lin Mian stopped his hand typing on the keyboard: "..."

Write a love letter? ? ?

Delete delete.

While thinking about it, the phone on the table vibrated, Lin Mian glanced at it and picked it up.

The call was from Xu Tong.

It was still late at night in Toronto, and Xu Xiaotong had been in love with her Canadian boyfriend for a few months, and finally planned to return to China.

"Sister Mianmian, I have booked a ticket and will go to City B next Wednesday." Xu Tong didn't want to leave, sobbing sobbing. "Just in time for the economic law class on Friday."

It happened too suddenly. Lin Mian was unprepared, stunned, and repeated: "I will be in City B next Wednesday?"

"Yeah." Xu Tong was grateful. "I asked my classmates to borrow notes and courseware. I will make up the progress later. Mian Mian, you won't have to sign in for me in the future."

"Sister Mianmian!" Xu Tong cried, "I can't bear Ethan—"

Xu Xiaotong will return to China next Wednesday.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Mian bent his knees into the comfortable computer chair, staring at the screen in a daze.

Before Xu Xiaotong came back, it was Lin Mian who took the class instead of her little cousin. So far, everything is going smoothly. No one knows her true identity except Xu Zhu in the school.

However, when Xu Xiaotong returns to China, Que Qingyan will find out sooner or later.

Lin Mian is not Xu Tong, who has been hiding from him for so long.

In fact, it is not that Lin Mian never thought about being exposed one day, but he didn't know how to confess after thinking about it. Take the things she has committed so far, every count can make an old professor who has been teaching for decades...to be angry with high blood pressure.

Even if Lin Mian is confident about Que Qingyan's self-cultivation...

If he knows that she is not Xu Tong, he even deceives him to brush up on his presence, and even covets him for many years...

Lin Mian buried his head in his knees and slowly shrank into a ball.

After a while, she crossed the original document with a deep and solemn expression, opened the document that had been on the computer desktop for a long time, poked the keyboard with her fingertips, and slowly tapped a number.

Title: "On the Strategic Success Rate of Capturing Professor Que's Heart"

Content: 0.

Strict confession and stricter resistance.

In the afternoon work, Lin Mian emptied the scribbled line drafts, unconsciously bit the pen, and decided that it was safer to make a showdown to Que in advance.

Stretching the head with a knife, shrinking the head is also a knife. Rather than let Que Qingyan discover the truth by herself, it is better for her to tell him by herself.

A business manuscript was drafted for two hours without progress. Lin Mian struggled for ten minutes. He glanced at the time and inserted the pen back into the pen holder.

She went out and pressed the elevator to the tenth floor, took a deep breath for two minutes in front of the familiar house number, rubbed her face, with a tragic look that looked like death at home, made sufficient preparations, and then carefully rang the doorbell—

Negative Jing rushed into the air.

…

Xu Zhu’s information is very well-informed: [My boss went out to attend a seminar. I had to follow along today. The law firm was delayed for internship, so I changed my quota. I hate! 】

Que Qingyan is no longer in the city this morning.

Xu Zhu: [This kind of large-scale seminar does not come back in three or five days, right? Are you looking for something to do with him again? 】

Lin Mian: [Yes. 】

Lin Mian cried and thought, this time something really happened. event.

Not seeing Que Qingyan's face, Lin Mian poked his WeChat portrait open, hesitated for a moment in the message box, and then turned it off.

She bit the corner of her pillow dyingly.

For the time being... put it aside for now, this kind of thing... let's wait to talk about it in person.

In the next two days, the troubled teacher Mumian reached the peak of bottleneck period. In the evening, facing the blank drawing software until wee early in the morning, he couldn't paint a stroke, so he could only pull out the treasure from the DVD cabinet. Look at the horror disc.

I didn’t think I saw it before, but now, when I see it, every tragic cannon fodder who gets a lunch halfway in the movie...

How do you look like yourself...

The more I look, the more like...

On the third day, I edited a phone call and finally dragged out the Lin Mian who had been living in the apartment for two days.

"Mr. Mu Mian, the signing meeting I mentioned last time was scheduled for this weekend, and it is still in the next T city."

Lin Mian was surprised: "Is it so fast?"

Since Mr. Mumian’s girl comics became popular, he has already done some signings in nearby cities more or less, and Lin Mian is also familiar with the process of signing meetings.

However, for the previous signing meetings, you have to book venues and set up publicity at least half a month in advance. This time it seems to be too fast.

"I also think it's too hurry, but we contacted the organizer over there and said that the event schedule for the Convention and Exhibition Center had been scheduled two months later, two months, it was too late." The editor held the phone on his shoulder. While typing and replying, "But by coincidence, there was a book fair recently, and a teacher under our magazine is preparing to sign up there, just this weekend."

It was Guan Tao, another cartoonist who signed for Sugar Heart magazine.

"We discussed and felt that joint signing was feasible. Roll-up banners and promotional banners were made quickly, and the signed books are also ready-made." The editor said, "According to your teacher's popularity, there is no way to promote it two days in advance. Few fans will come. If you agree with the teacher, I will post the process arrangement later. You can take a look..."

In fact, the on-site sign-offs can't drive much publicity effect. The main purpose is to post the on-site activity picture on the official public platform, and take advantage of the trend to promote the new leaflet.

Lin Mian forgot the time, and when he returned after finishing the signing on the weekend, Que Qingyan was almost back to the market.

Before he had a face-to-face meeting with Xu Xiaotong, she still had time to cry upstairs and confess in person.

The editor sent the schedule to Lin Mian, worried that the next sentence of the other party would be "I won't go, I won't go, I won't go", and asked in a gentle voice: "How is it?"

Lin Mian paused the **** movie, squeezed the milk carton after drinking, and said softly, "Go go."

Editor: "..." Why is there a feeling of never going back?

The signing event will be held in the next door city, not far away.

The magazine booked the hotel and assigned two assistants to Lin Mian. The signing time was set to start at noon on Sunday.

The next day, T City International Convention and Exhibition Center.

The venue to be borrowed for the signing event is on the first floor of the Convention and Exhibition Center. It has not yet officially started, and there is already a long and bustling queue at the entrance. Lin Mian went out to buy a water gap, and was stopped outside the crowded entrance area.

She looked for the employee channel when she was unable to find it, lowered her head and took out her mobile phone, trying to make a call to the assistant in the venue.

Before the phone was connected, Lin Mian heard a familiar "school girl" behind her. She shook her hand and turned off the half-way call.

"…"Ok? ? ?

Lin Mian turned her head a little mechanically, and saw the boy who was waving at her constantly, and forced a school girl smile:

"Study, senior?"

Seeing that it was really her, the boy strode over in surprise: "Why are you school girl here? Are you also here for the signing event?"

"I..." Lin Mian looked at the conspicuous promotional banner at the entrance of the venue, and suddenly remembered.

The boy in front of him is teacher Mu Mian, that is, herself, a diehard fan of horror comics.

Lin Mian shook the water in his hand, and couldn't say: "I...buy water and pass by..."

In the past, Mr. Mu Mian, who was signing for the sale, would definitely wear a mask, so the 360-degree photos of the fans were Mr. Mu Mian who only showed his eyebrows. Of course Lin Mian is not worried that she will be discovered. What she is more worried about is...

The boy did not question her when she suddenly appeared in the city next door and happened to buy water passing by. He just smiled shyly: "Actually, I came here for something else, but I really didn't expect Mu Mian to sign the sale here."

"If I have time later, I'll just be able to ask for an autograph..." The boy suddenly thought of something and suddenly said, "By the way, I haven't returned the umbrella you borrowed from the school girl last time. If it's convenient, can I add another one? WeChat..."

Just as the assistant called back, Lin Mian gestured to her cell phone apologetically: "I'm sorry, senior, I will answer a friend's call."

The boy was obviously a little disappointed. He smiled and said, "Then I will go in first, and I will meet and talk next time."

Lin Mian answered the phone and walked in the opposite direction. She wanted to wait for the boys to leave before returning to the meeting place, but she didn't expect him to look back three times and had to watch her go far before she would go in.

On the other side, the assistant stood in front of the staff aisle and looked around, asking in confusion, "Mr. Mumian, where are you? Why didn't I see you?"

"..." Teacher Mu Mian's voice sounded a little aggrieved, "I'm at the corner of the road, 300 meters away from the Convention and Exhibition Center."

assistant Manager:"…"

There were too many people coming to the signing event, and the signing that was expected to end at 5 pm in the end was delayed by an hour due to the number of people.

The venue was forced to clear the venue. Lin Mian was wearing a mask. After signing the last comic, his exposed eyes were slightly squinted and bent, and his voice was muted behind the mask: "Thank you for your support."

"Thank you," the girl in the blue dress who got the signed book thanked her and confessed with a blushing face, "Goddess, I especially like your comics and will always support you!"

Fans are almost scattered. Guan Tao, a cartoonist who signed on the same stage, smiled and said, "Actually, I also like your comics."

"If you can draw such a sweet girl, Mianmian must have a very sweet love life, right?"

Lin Mian squeezed his wrist, and recalled his bitter history of chasing people after hearing this. He shook his head and nodded again.

Whenever she thinks of going back to confess to Que, she just...

No, I dare not think about the consequences.

On the first floor of the Convention and Exhibition Center, there was a book fair and a signing event at the same time. Now the staff in the venue started to close one after another. Lin Mian and Guan Tao had also sorted things out, and were leaving with their assistants.

A group of people walked out of the elevator with a "ding" noise near the entrance.

Lin Mian was still wearing a mask, glanced inadvertently, completely froze.

International Convention and Exhibition Center, the second floor is a multimedia conference hall. Lin Mian glanced at the guidance sign at the door when he came in from the employee passage. A legal development seminar was held on the second floor. There was a long list of invited guests with gilded fonts, but she didn't look carefully.

Xu Zhu said that he was going to attend the seminar with his tutor, but the place was temporarily replaced because of the conflict of internship...

She ran into that little boy at the door before...

At this moment, Que Qingyan was surrounded by a group of people and came out of the elevator. His neat suit and leather shoes were unusually prominent among the crowd.

He raised his hand to sort out the silver cufflinks between his lower wrists, lowering his face to say something to the man next to him, his eyes were cold, and then his eyes fell in the direction of Lin Mian inadvertently.