You Sound Sleepy

Professor Que's wake-up service in class is effective. After sending the message, Lin Mian fixed his gaze on the man from afar, maintaining an unusually sober until the end of get out of class.

If Que Qingyan is a sleeping pill, it must also be the most effective and the most effective medicine...

Lin Mian held the phone, closed the notebook with a flushed face, and calmly read three times in his heart.

The sign-off for class had not yet been finalized. After class, Xu Tong was named and went to Que Qingyan's office. Before leaving, Lin Mian calmly said three words to the little cousin, with a serious and solemn expression.

The first sentence: "Professor Que is a bit fierce."

This lie makes the face not red and the heart beats, but the ears are a little red.

The second sentence: "So Xu Xiaotong, don't talk to him..." Lin Mian opened his eyes and continued, "Don't say anything else to him."

The third sentence is from the heart: "Xu Xiaotong, I am waiting for you downstairs."

Because Lin Mian's expression is too sincere, and the pair of clear apricot eyes are set against it, people feel that these three sentences are simply warning words, and it won't work if people don't believe it.

Xu Tong didn't know that this was the childish behavior of protecting food by a certain upright teacher Mu Mian, or being jealous for short. So Xu Tong was successfully deceived for countless times and entered Que Qingyan's office tremblingly.

Ten minutes later, Lin Mian waited for Xu Tong back in the office building.

"It's so good! It's so good..." Xu Tong smiled slightly, and sighed with her chest. "The voice is good...Mian Mian, let me float for a while, I want to betray Ethan for three seconds."

Lin Mian was still disturbed by the deceit just now, and asked: "Did he... say anything?"

Xu Tong looked happy: "The professor deducted half of my usual time and fined me for a thousand-character essay."

"...Xu Xiaotong," Lin Mian couldn't help asking, "what's so happy about then?"

"Sister Mianmian, you must have never talked to Professor Que at close range." Xu Tong explained with heart, "This is a sweet punishment, a privilege to look good."

Lin Mian: "..."

Lin Mian answered the editor's call halfway through and planned to go directly to the apartment. After parting ways with Xu Tong, he walked out the corner.

From the teaching building area, there is a leafy ginkgo road, separated by the trees on one side, and behind it is the K-big basketball court.

Before she took a few steps, a basketball suddenly flew over from her side, slammed into the trash can in front of her, and then rolled to her feet along the trajectory.

"Sorry, sorry!" Someone chased over, and apologized as he picked up the basketball, "I just hit the ball and went flying, I didn't hit you, classmate—"

The boy looked up and saw Lin Mian, was taken aback for a moment, and said in surprise: "School girl? What a coincidence."

It was the little boy last time again.

Hearing this "school girl", Lin Mian hesitated for a moment whether or not to respond, and replied with difficulty: "Classmate, in fact, I am not you..." I am a much bigger student than you.

Halfway through, he was picked up by the boy: "Last time I was in T city, I didn't have time to talk to you, and the umbrella did not return you." The boy was holding a basketball in one hand, and his handsome face was red. I don't know if it is hot or shy. , "This is not far from my dormitory building, otherwise you can wait here for a little girl, and I ran to get the umbrella and return it to you."

He didn't mention it, Lin Mian almost forgot that he still gave the umbrella to others.

She swallowed the last half of the confession, and then said: "It's okay, I don't need to return the umbrella."

"Return it." The boy looked shy, but his attitude was very determined. After thinking about it for a while, he added, "Otherwise, you can add me to my WeChat. When it is convenient for you, I will—"

Before the voice was over, Lin Mian's cell phone vibrated suddenly.

The call is from the editor. Lin Mian glanced down and gestured apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'll answer the call."

The boy who mustered the courage to interrupt WeChat for the third time: "..."

On the other side, the editor has been looking downstairs in Lin Mian's apartment for almost half an hour, and asked: "Teacher, I am waiting downstairs at your house. Will I still have a chance to see you today?"

Lin Mian glanced at the boy in front of him and said, "I'm still in K, I will save you later."

"Teacher, what did you go to K University for?" The editor was inexplicably, "Are you going to collect style?"

Lin Mian was very calm: "Go to sleep."

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Thinking of a formal classmate in front of him, Lin Mian changed his mouth and added the word "grant".

The editor connected and understood again, and almost threw away the phone: "Go to sleep Professor???"

"The class of..." Thinking of Que Qingyan, Lin Mian lost his mind and said stubbornly, seriously remedying, "Go to the professor's class."

Editor: "...Teacher, can you finish talking in one go."

After hanging up the phone, the boy waiting by the side wanted to say something. Seeing Lin Mian, who had already walked two steps forward, stopped and turned around to look at him.

Lin Mian thought for two seconds, then said, "I really don't need to return the umbrella."

She thought about it, and said directly: "Classmate, I have someone I like."

The boy was stunned.

Lin Mian's eyes were bright, and his voice changed from faint to soft: "I just want to hold an umbrella with him."

The boy was still stunned, when he saw the school girl smile that could be described as amazing, he left his sight lightly.

Teacher Mu Mian thought as he walked, putting the scene just now in Girl Manli, and giving a close-up shot, would surely be ranked in the "Top 5 scenes of how to tactfully reject people".

Teacher Mu Mian was very satisfied.

Quietly thinking, when you get to Que Qingyan, you must tell him this love story.

Downstairs in the apartment, the editor and a bunch of pink dolls are living together.

Finally, he glanced at Lin Mian's figure from a distance, and the editor waved and raised the colorful wad of letters in his hand.

Teacher Mu Mian’s girl manga can be included in the bestseller list every time, and there are many fans who like to follow. Usually the gifts and letters sent by fans to Mu Mian will be sent to the magazine first, and then transferred to Mu after being checked by the editor. sleep.

"This time I have been saving for too long. I have a lot of things piled up. I still have some in my car." The two moved the present into the elevator. The editor thought of something. "A fan sent me a puppet bear from the same city before. Get in the car and wait two days for me to bring it back."

In the afternoon, the editor had to go to proofread the manuscript to confirm the printed proofs of the new manga leaflet, hurried to leave, did not go upstairs to sit, smiled and said hello to Lin Mian and left.

Lin Mian carried the last gift into the elevator.

Before the elevator door could be closed, it was pushed open again.

Lin Mian was holding a pile of gift boxes that were almost under his chin, holding a pile of letters sent by fans, and turning his head to glance at the man who came in.

Que Qingyan entered the elevator.

At this glance, Lin Mian thought that he was still holding the fan's gift and the surroundings of his colleagues, and immediately wanted to hide it. Just about to retract his head behind the gift, he suddenly thought of it.

No...Que Qingyan already knew that he was not his student.

Does he know that he is a girl man...

Lin Mian stepped back silently, and quickly recalled the pile of gifts in his mind.

Teacher Mumian had the experience of sending her a human-shaped pillow by fans. She still remembered how much shame she had to move the sorrowful pillow with the beautiful boy in a swimsuit back to the apartment at the time. When she went upstairs, she met three neighbors and a three or four-year-old boy. Finally Successfully scared the children into tears.

The child who was scared to cry was living upstairs at the time, and there was no noise or disturbance by accident that night, so teacher Mu Mian slept peacefully with a pillow in her arms all night.

Lin Mian calmly recalled, confirming that there is no problem with the appearance of the gift he was holding, and dared to speak—

Soon after Que Qingyan entered the elevator, half of his head poked out after seeing the pile of gifts in front of him, revealing a pair of painted eyebrows:

"Que..." Lin Mian paused, greeted him with bright eyes.

Jammed.

Professor Que? Que... Qingyan?

The word "Que" remained in it for a long time, and Que cleared his eyes and looked down at her for a long while.

His calm and unwavering gaze fell, his slender hand parted the gift in her arms, and he glanced at it, the eyelashes were lowered, and he asked, "What?"

Most of the gift was shared by Que Qingyan, and his hand suddenly became light.

Lin Mian blinked and stared at him for three seconds, thinking of the message he had sent him, heartbroken.

Did he see it or not...

Lin Mian's hand holding the gift tightened, blushing and ready to ask for a bargain on his lips. Before he could say "Que Qingyan", he felt that something was floating down his fingers.

What was floating down was a postcard, and what was turned on the ground was the writing side.

This little fan wrote with a conspicuous highlighter: Teacher, I like you so much! love you! !

There is also a heart drawn next to it.

Lin Mian: "..."

She was holding the gift in both hands, unable to bend down to pick up this postcard, nor could she use her feet to block it, she looked up in a daze, tearfully and anxiously: "No, you listen to me explain..."

When the two of them entered the elevator, they didn't press the floor. Que Qingyan freed up a hand, pressed the floor, and then leaned over and picked up the postcard.

"This is not for me, I mean, not for the real me," Lin Mian explained. "The teacher is..."

Que Qingyan looked at her.

Lin Mian had a sudden heartbreak, would he think she wrote him this?

"I didn't write this to you either," Lin Mian red ears, squatting, "If I want to give it to you...it must be..."

She was eager to explain, and she said directly without her brain: "It will definitely be better than this."

"..." The words had been exported, Lin Mian simply rounded the words down, and whispered, "Wait for me upstairs."

After returning to the apartment, Lin Mian temporarily put the fan's gifts and letters in the hallway, rummaged through the boxes and cabinets for ten minutes, and finally sat on the thick soft carpet, facing the two piles of things in front of him.

On the left hand side is her collection of Blu-ray horror movie discs, a limited collection of commemorative editions, the scenes are **** and violent, and the plot is suspenseful and exciting.

Lin Mian touched the disc box with his hand, recalled the plot of the movie in his mind, and gave him a five-star praise in his heart.

On the right is the little love letter that she has saved dozens of years ago but failed to send out.

After too long, she couldn't remember what was written in the love letter, but at that time she was only sixteen years old, and she must be very...

Out of respect for Lin Xiaomian as a girl, Lin Mian crossed out the three words "hot eyes" in his mind and gave it to Samsung.

If you want to send Que Qingyan...

Lin Mian's gaze shifted from the **** cover of the movie Spy, hesitated for a while, and then fell on the pile of light pink and yellow love letters.

…

Fifteen minutes later, Lin Mian carried a small box and pushed the elevator up to the tenth floor.

Although she was familiar with the road, she was still at the door slowly before daring to ring the doorbell.

Que Qingyan just received the call from Que Min. The latter wanted to take her daughter to a private club on the outskirts of the city on the weekend, so she called specifically to invite someone:

"The autumn scenery on the mountain is so good. You are usually so busy, should you squeeze some time to relax and relax?" Que Min was applying a mask and talking vaguely. "Cheng Ze said that he hasn't seen you in more than half a year, so call me After more than a dozen calls, I have to ask you if you are going."

The doorbell was ringing, Que Qingyan put aside the information in his hand, got up with his mobile phone, and asked faintly: "He's looking for me, why doesn't he contact me directly?"

"Why is he embarrassed? His niece is here this time. He just wants to help his niece match the bridge," Que Min said, jokingly, "If he is looking for you face to face for this matter, he will not be blacklisted? "

Cheng Ze and Que Qingyan are old acquaintances, and they studied in the UK together. Although the two are of the same generation, Que Qingyan skipped a grade to study abroad, so they are still short of age.

One year Cheng Ze's niece came to the UK to travel and met Que Qingyan with her uncle. Since then, she has become so obsessed with him. Que Min heard Cheng Ze mentioned it, saying that his niece ran to him in two days, just to inquire about Que Qingyan's news, people almost annoyed her to death.

Que Min said: "If you don't want to go, I'll tell someone."

The phone was still on, Que Qingyan opened the door and saw Lin Mian pestering outside the door at a glance.

She was holding a palm-sized satin velvet box, very girly pink. She raised her eyes to look at him. They were bright. Just about to speak, when she saw him on the phone, she shut her mouth quietly. .

I really took a gift.

Looking from Que Qingyan's perspective, Lin Mian's eyelashes fell, and his face was flushed with porcelain white, looking as if he was very embarrassed, and boldly came to give him something.

He pondered and said, "Let me ask."

Who to ask? Que Min was stunned for a few seconds, and the gossip heart stopped, and he asked with a smile: "You want to bring someone? The little girl last time? Is it really a little girlfriend? Didn't you mean a student? Oh no, tell me Talk about—"

Que Qingyan didn't intend to solve Que Min's gossip mood, so he briefly said a few words and hung up the phone.

Lin Mian was holding the gift box, a small heart jumping happily.

The gift box is not a horror disc, not her previous love letter, but a Swiss couple's watch that Bai Jiayi sent back from her honeymoon.

She secretly hid the female watch, and there was only one male watch in the box.

Bai Jiayi's vision is very good, the style of the watch chosen is classic and atmospheric, Lin Mian glanced at the watch Que Qingyan is wearing on his wrist at the moment, it is a silver and black Vacheron Constantin.

Lin Mian compares it in my heart. Although the watch she sent is not expensive and the price is a bit different, but...

Her heart was beating hard, she thought with a guilty conscience.

However, it is a couple watch.

If she hides her mind secretly and doesn't tell Que Qingyan, he will...he doesn't know.

After thinking about it, Lin Mian spurned himself in the bottom of his heart. She had been thinking about him for many years, wishful thinking that she could even do such a dirty thing as hiding a couple's watch, and she was hopeless.

"If you don't like wearing it, you don't need to wear it." After passing the box to Que Qingyan, Lin Mian didn't dare to look at him. "It's not too expensive. I just want to give it to you..."

Que Qingyan took the watch box and stroked the face of the box with his finger bones, his eyes swept across the small German characters engraved in the corner of the box.

Lin Mian was still waiting for his response, and he heard Que's clear voice, calm and steady.

"Is there anything you want in return?"

"..." She suddenly raised her head and asked in confirmation, "Yes, can you? You..."

"You," he took her words, his eyebrows were thin and long, his eyes were beautiful and cold, but his voice was slightly suppressed, and he repeated, "Do you have anything you want in return?"

you…

After a second, Lin Mian's face and neck were red, and it took a long time to speak.

She looked at him with wet eyes and asked in a low voice: "Que Qingyan, can I invite you to dinner?"

This look was as careful as a scalp.