You Sound Sleepy

She really fell asleep when she said she was going to sleep.

Lin Mian slept peacefully, the black shredded hair stickers attached to her face, her long eyelashes pressed down a curved shadow, her sleeping face was open and calm, as if the person who apologized for the last second was not himself at all.

The attitude of admitting mistakes is extremely good, the determination to commit the crime again is also very strong, and even a little rational and courageous.

After finishing the content of the previous section, Que Qingyan's fingertips stroked the silver remote control pen slightly, his movements paused, and he glanced at Lin Mian.

Halfway through the class, in the back seat of the spacious and bright amphitheater, the SLR girls stared at Professor Que in the camera attentively.

He just turned a page of projections, and the girl was about to grab a sneak shot, and saw that the person in the camera raised her hand and pinched her eyebrows, almost instantly bursting into laughter.

Lin Mian slept soundly, and when she woke up, she had already finished class.

There was no one in the classroom. She checked the time, and it was nearly forty minutes since the end of get out of class, and she only woke up now.

Lin Mian slowly rubbed her sleeping face, with her forehead resting on the edge of the table, and remembering the situation before she fell asleep with difficulty.

She seems...

After a while, Lin Mian lifted his head from the table, picked up the notebook at hand, and opened it.

She calmly finished reading the four pages, and finally turned back to the page that said "Forty Thousand Characters Review". She was silent for two minutes, and regretted that she almost didn't shed two lines of tears.

This was written by her herself. The handwriting of the phosphor is so obvious, and he showed it to Que Qingyan as if offering a treasure, he must have seen it too.

The 20,000-character review that was difficult to write has now doubled to 40,000, and it will be handed over to him next week.

"..." Lin Mian slowly tore off the piece of paper and crumpled it up comfortingly.

Destroy the corpses.

After leaving the classroom, Lin Mian did not go back to the apartment immediately, but instead diverted to stroll around the campus.

There were two or three kittens in the corner of the grass next to the library. Lin Mian found the pet food bowl hidden in the shrubs, lowered his head and dug out the cat food and canned cats in his handbag, and squatted down.

A tabby cat basking in the sun noticed Lin Mian and knew that the feeding time was up. The milking sound "meow-", and then several cats gathered around.

Lin Mian often came here to feed the cats, and the ones with a radius of several hundred meters were already familiar with her, so they came to rub her calves one after another. The soft fluff of the cat's tail gently swept over the ankle, with arrogant flattery.

Halfway through feeding, the phone vibrated.

"Mr. Mu Mian," the editor called. She sounded in a good mood, "I have good news and bad news. Which one do you listen to first?"

Lin Mian fed the cat and refused altogether: "I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen."

"..." The editor is accustomed to it, just as long as he didn't hear it, he folded the feedback form in his hand, and said, "The good news is that the editorial department has just had a meeting. The reader response of "The Love Letter" has been very good in recent times. I'm going to start planning..."

This sentence was too familiar, Lin Mian's heart jumped and interrupted the other party with a trembling voice: "Don't—"

Sure enough, the next sentence is: "So the bad news is that the new one-liner was going to add a color page theater as usual, just for these few weeks." The editor hummed a small tune, with countless wave sounds in his tone, "Mr. Mumian, draw Send it to me afterwards, come on."

Originally, I had to write a review of 40,000 words, but now there is a color page theater to draw...

Lin Mian did not respond, and collected the dried fish that had been close to the cat's mouth, biting the dried fish into his mouth like a gray face.

The kitten raised his head and gave a "meow".

The editor Yu Xin couldn't bear it, and added another sentence: "By the way, the letters and gifts sent by fans are still in the editorial department. I will bring them to you when I have time someday..."

There was deathly silence on the other side, the editor looked at the phone, and it was hung up.

edit:"…"

Lin Mian hung up the phone with shaking hands.

She was now squatting next to the cat basin by the grass, with a few cats meowing around her feet, and her eyes happened to meet Que Qingyan who was not far away.

Seeing the direction he is going, he is coming towards this side, and he is bound to pass by him when he waits.

Lin cotton was not expected. The matter that she fell asleep in class before has not been resolved, and now she is caught upright here again, as if she was taking a blank cheque to the door, and handed it to him in front of him and said: "Professor Que, you I want me to write a review of as many words as you like."

Lin Mian was about to cry at the little theater that he had brained.

There was an old professor next to Que Qingyan. He slowed his pace, his figure was tall and straight, and his legs wrapped in dark slacks were slender. Lin Mian looked up at him as he walked over, his emotions had the upper hand in reason, and the thought of slipping away was killed in its infancy.

The two hadn't noticed a person squatting next to the grass, the old professor gave a startled "Huh", and Que Qingyan followed his gaze.

Lin Mian squatted five steps away from him, still holding canned tuna cats in his arms.

Her eyes flickered again with guilty conscience, and she stared at Que Qingyan for a long while, half to please and half to speak cautiously:

"…Meow."

The old professor was overwhelmed by her "meow" and said with a smile: "Little girl, how about feeding the cat?"

"Hello Professor." Lin Mian nodded, patted her skirt and stood up, and greeted respectfully, "Hello Professor Que."

Que Qingyan replied, and swept past some of the cats who were still acting coquettishly at her feet, her eyelashes were low, her eyes stopped on the food bowl, and she asked casually, "How long have you been feeding?"

"It's almost two months," Lin Mian was filled with confession in his head, his voice lowered, and he replied reflexively. "They only started feeding this semester. They are still small so they don't eat much. They have been fed well. Sometimes I eat canned tuna and sardines for cats, but I still eat more cat food..."

After she finished speaking without stopping, she thought for a while, motioned to the canned cat in her arms, blinked and asked, "Do you want to feed it?"

Lin Mian's ability to sell well is first-rate, and when it comes to Que Qingyan, he is even more obedient, and his eyes clearly read "I know everything you want to ask, I know everything."

A few steps away, Que Qingyan laughed blankly, his eyebrows were slender, and his eyes were as deep as ink.

She walked on thin ice only because the girl was pregnant with spring, but in the eyes of the other party, she was trembling in the face of Master Yan.

For a long time, Que Qingyan, as a master and doctoral instructor, has been accustomed to all the students under his hand. He hadn't taught undergraduates for a long time. He caught the Linmian class and went to bed before. Without thinking about it, he was fined 20,000 words for the review.

She is only a sophomore undergraduate, and he punishes her with requirements for masters and doctors, which may be heavy.

The old professor on the side asked: "Qingyan, is this your student?"

"Ok."

"That's right, that's right," the old professor was overjoyed. "I have a bunch of public law materials over there, and I still lack people to screen papers. I just wanted to ask you to borrow a student, otherwise..."

Let her sort out the legal information...

Lin Mian was taken aback when he heard the words, and just about to speak, Que Qingyan's voice sounded low and deep: "She can't."

He helped her refuse.

An understatement helped relieve the siege. Lin Mian was startled, and her little heart began to flutter again.

She watched him take out his cell phone and started making a call, glanced over in the gap, and said, "I borrowed a PhD student. She is too young."

She is too young.

"..."

No matter how you hear this sentence, it feels like saying: "She's too useless."

Combining all the previous ones, this sentence is indeed very well-founded, and it is impossible to refute it.

Lin Mian lowered his head and stared at the cat spinning around her feet, suddenly feeling a little desolate and a little bit wronged.

The student who answered the phone happened to be at school, but within ten minutes, the person was far in sight.

There was a boy who was tall and thin, and when he walked over, the glasses on the bridge of his nose were reflecting light. Lin Mian became more familiar with it, and didn't realize it until people approached...

The boy first greeted Que Qingyan and yelled "Teacher" affectionately. As soon as he turned his eyes, he saw Lin Mian next to him and opened his mouth in surprise.

Seeing that the word "Lin" was about to blur out, Lin Mian's scalp tightened and responded quickly, interrupting him in time: "Brother!"

Brother? Who?

"..." She winked quietly, and Xu Zhu was stunned by the yelling of her senior brother. Fortunately, she reacted quickly enough. After making a gaze with Lin Mian, she said haha, "Junior sister, are you here too?"

Lin Mian became obedient in a second, and said in a low voice, "I'm here to feed the cat."

She is still pretending to be Xu Tong, and she was almost exposed in front of Que Qingyan just now. Lin Mianzao sighed with guilty conscience and thought, fortunately, he just glanced at her and didn't ask much.

Xu Zhu was borrowed to help the old professor, so he left without saying a word. He turned his head one step at a time, his curiosity quickly jumped into the sky, trying to use his eyes to exchange information with Lin Mian.

Lin Mian crossed the river and demolished the bridge, bowing his eyebrows pleasingly on the spot, without looking at Xu Zhu, and directly hung up the spiritual exchange.

Que Qingyan was still by his side and hadn't left. Lin Mian thought about it all over again. He didn't seem to mention sleeping just a word, did he plan to let her go...

After thinking about it, I came back with confidence and courage, and I became more vigorous with my nose and cheeks.

"Professor Que," Lin Mian raised his eyes suddenly to look at him, his eyes gleaming, "Are you going to go home directly next time?"

It was already dusk, and Que Qingyan turned his face to look over, Ying Jun's eyes and brows were plated with a gentle halo, and the original indifferent expression seemed warm.

He didn't speak, Lin Mian continued the words in a low voice: "If you go straight home...I will drop in with you."

Que Qingyan's eyes fell on Lin Mian.

The closeness in her words is too obvious.