You Sound Sleepy - Chapter 7

Regarding the fact that Que Qingyan happened to live in the same apartment as Lin Mian, Bai Jiayi spent dozens of minutes on the sofa digesting it.

Miss Bai looked up at the white ceiling, her words were uncomfortable: “Why does he want to live here?”

why…

Lin Mian went to the kitchen to peel the apples, cut them into small pieces and put them in a bowl, while undercutting and said ambiguously: “Because it is so close to K… and what’s so bad about living here?” She moved in her heart and used it shamelessly. He added silently, “You can see me when I live here.”

“…Mianbao,” Bai Jiayi reminded her, “I can see what you are talking about.”

Lin Mian handed the fruit bowl to Bai Jiayi, went to the study to take the laptop out, and then nested into the sofa: “It is hard to get close to the water platform. I am not the kind of person who is not impressed by beauty.”

The tone is actually a little proud.

Bai Jiayi now wants to know how Que Qingyan would react when he hears someone treat him as a beauty. She looked at Lin Mian who was attentively typing on the keyboard, and couldn’t help asking, “What are you doing?”

Lin Mian’s expression immediately collapsed: “Writing a review.”

Four, ten thousand, word.

The last time Lin Mian wrote a review was the year after she graduated from the third year of junior high school. She wrote hundreds of words in her eloquence. It was the first time that she wrote 40,000 words.

She hurried for a few days and almost read the review model essays hanging on the Internet. She gathered the best of hundreds of families and merged the writing styles of elementary and middle school students. In the end, she pieced together into a review book with a strange writing style. After finishing, Lin Mian printed the manuscript into a book, holding the nearly forty-page review book almost to tears of joy.

“With your expression, people who don’t know thought you were writing a love letter.” Bai Jiayi put on a mask on the side, “Isn’t it enough to go upstairs to him so close? What else can I do by the way.”

The speech is very ambiguous.

Lin Mian’s eyes were melancholy and melancholy: “I also want to go upstairs and do something.” According to the girl’s long routine, she should also knock on his door only in thin pajamas.

But she dare not.

And even if they live in the same apartment building, she and Que Qingyan have never met together.

Not to mention that I can’t touch him in the elevator when I go up and downstairs. Even when she deliberately calculated the time for him to end get out of class, she stayed in the garden downstairs, but failed to reach him. Thinking about it this way, only in class can I see him openly.

From the beginning of the class to the present, the international economic law class has been filled with seats, without exception.

This time, Lin Mian finally chose the window seat in the back row. The position was hidden and the voice of Que Qingyan could be heard. It was most suitable for sleeping.

She didn’t go to bed right away, but braced her head to beat her spirits, she didn’t listen to classes, just looked at people.

The man on the podium is analyzing an international commercial law case. The logic is clear and the listing is detailed. The voice is cold. Sometimes students ask questions about the details. He can accurately elaborate on a certain law, even the amendment of the bill. The dates are all recalled and the score is not bad.

From time to time, there were whispered comments from girls in the back row, suppressing the excitement that was about to be unbearable.

Far away, Lin Mian couldn’t see Que Qingyan’s expression clearly, so he could only look at it roughly. This indistinct distance is the most twitching. You can see the shirt collar clearly, the lines of the neck can’t be seen clearly, the outline of the sleeves can be seen clearly, the phalanx can’t be clearly seen… Tasteless.

She almost regretted crying.

You shouldn’t be sitting in the back row. At least you can see Que Qingyan when you sit in the front. It doesn’t matter if you accidentally fall asleep in front of him.

Lin Mian deeply believes that she is an activist. After repeatedly confirming that no one would pay attention to this corner, she took out her phone with a calm face, unlocked the screen, turned on the camera to shoot, and zoomed in with her fingertips.

On the screen of the mobile phone is the center of the magnified podium, and the picture is clearly focused on Que Qingyan.

He was just answering the question from the students in the front row. He stared at the opponent with pitch-black and quiet eyes. Lin Mian watched for an instant, his eyes moved a little bit, slender eyebrows, low eyelashes, straight nose… deep features. It looks like a comic.

Immediately afterwards, the man raised his eyes and scanned the front seat once, paused, and cast his gaze to the back seat.

Hearing the girl behind him whispering softly, Lin Mian suddenly felt a guilty conscience. Just about to put the phone away, she saw the person being photographed on the screen looked at the direction accurately. She looked at Que Qingyan across the screen for two seconds and saw clearly He narrowed his eyes slightly.

I saw her.

When he saw him in the crowd, Lin Mian’s heartbeat sounded like a drum, his mind was blank, and the scorching sensation kept running up from his toes. She held her breath slightly, not knowing how to react.

Suddenly, a white light shined in front of him.

Now even the people in the front row turned around in hindsight. Lin Mian looked down and found that he had pressed the camera button.

flash…

Forgot to turn off.

“…”

Ah ah ah ah ah? !

Lin Mian was in a hurry, wishing to jump out of the window and disappear completely.

moment.

“Law Class Two and Three, Xu Tong.” Que Qingyan’s voice sounded, not ill or slow, meaning unclear, “stay after class.”

Coffee is brewing in the neat and bright office, faintly permeating a fragrant coffee aroma. A half-read case file was spread out on the mahogany table, with a black pen resting aside, Que Qingyan unscrewed the pen, and signed the name of the supervisor in the cover of the thesis.

“Thank you very much, teacher.” Xu Zhu put away the paper, “I used the recommendation letter you gave me before. The law firm agreed to give me a three-month internship period and asked me to ask if you are free recently. “

“I will be busy lately.” Que Qingyan answered, his tone calm, “I still have a student here. Is there anything else?”

Xu Zhuxian said, “It’s okay.”

When passing by Lin Mian who was waiting, Xu stopped step by step, winked at her and asked with his lips: “Why are you here?”

Lin Mian also lip-synched back: “You, control, that, eh, more.”

It was too embarrassing, she didn’t say it.

In fact, Lin Mian doesn’t mind coming to Que Qingyan’s office for the second time.

The premise is… she is not here to train.

After Xu Zhu left, Lin Mian smoothly handed the mid-term paper and review to Que Qingyan, and whispered: “Professor Que, this is my mid-term paper, and the previous review…”

Strictly speaking, the number of words in this review is not full.

In the 40,000-character review, Lin Mian desperately put together 34,000, and the remaining 6,000 words were copied ten times in the “Shi’s Talk”. On the last page, she also drew a lifelike anime villain in the blank space. Er, the little girl knelt on the ground with a regretful expression, and added a dialog box by hand.

Left League: Regret and change the past.

Right Link: Put down the butcher knife to clean up your mind.

Hengbi: Professor Que, I was really wrong.

“…” Que Qingyan knocked on the page number, stopped at the last page, stared for a few seconds, and called her, “Xu Tong.”

The review is so obvious that he must have seen it.

Lin Mian is anxious: “Huh?”

He pressed his forehead and asked, “Is my class so sleepy?”

This was not a blaming questioning, Que Qing’s tone was flat, Lin Mian recalled it again and confirmed that it was an ordinary question.

“no…”

In fact, I will only sleep in your class until now. When I was in college, I had never slept in other classes.

Of course Lin Mian was still afraid of death, and her desire for life stopped her, and finally did not dare to say this sentence.

She changed her words: “Otherwise, I’ll sign a guarantee for you. If I commit another crime, I’ll…” After a moment of thought, she blurted out, “I don’t want the normal hours of this course.”

“No need.” Que Qingyan closed the review book, glanced over Lin Mian, and said lightly, “There is no next time.”

The penalty has been fined, and the review has been written. Small punishments and big warnings. He never believes in corporal punishment education, and his requirements for undergraduates are lower than those for masters and doctors. This time the 40,000-character review penalizes a sophomore is serious.

Lin Mian’s eyelashes trembled slightly, raising his eyes to see Que Qingyan.

What does it mean there is no next time?

He won’t be angry anymore…

Lin Mian’s expression at the moment was obedient and soft, his lower lip was bitten red, and his dark eyes were set off, and the word “uneasy” in capitals was pasted on his entire face.

Que Qingyan has brought many students and fought many cases in court. Sometimes when his momentum is cold, he is indeed bullying. When he defends in court, his words and sentences are the sharpest. But so far, no one who knows him is as afraid of him as she does.

He is restrained and restrained, like a child, for fear of angering him.

“I mean,” he laughed, and turned against the light outside the window, with dim light in his eyes, “forget it this time. But there is no next time, understand?”

The tone of this sentence is low and gentle, like a hand stroking the heart, holding the lifeline with strength, and the heart is sour and soft.

From her point of view, you can see Que’s clear-cut chin, down is the slender neck, and the rest of the scene is hidden in the collar button. He put it down for review, and the shirt draws several folds along with the inner muscles. .

The unspeakable abstinence is sultry, and has a mature charm that is different from that of young boys.

The tips of Lin Mian’s ears reddened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and she curled up her fingers, feeling that there was a string in her head that snapped and broke.

“Professor Que,” she didn’t want to move a glance, her mouth moved faster than her mind, “has anyone told you that you look good?”