You Sound Sleepy

In the dim bedroom, there was a quilt curled up on the soft and spacious bed.

The mobile phone that was thrown under the bed has been ringing for almost half an hour, and it is still ringing reluctantly at this moment. Lin Mian was dying and struggling under the bed for dozens of seconds, and finally stretched out his arm and fumbled under the bed and fished the phone. Come up.

After answering the phone, the other party's voice was chilly: "Teacher Mumian, do you know what the day after tomorrow is?"

Lin Mian was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, his entire face was buried in the pillow, he put the phone loosely against his ears, and said dullly: "Auntie, I didn't go to bed until four or five in the morning. There is true love everywhere in the world. , Can you give a way to survive?"

The editor on the other side refused: "No, I gave you a way to survive. Who will give me a way to survive? The editor-in-chief has put a knife on my neck in the past two days, and said that he can't rush your manuscript anymore, so let me mention it. Go and see her."

After finishing talking, I asked a lot of questions: "Why do you go to bed so late? Are you still stuck in the bottleneck period?"

"It wasn't last night..." It hurts when I think about it. Lin Mian turned over, with a soft nasal voice, "I was thinking about how to write a review last night."

"Write a review???"

Lin Mian faintly replied, "It's been a long time since I wrote it, it's a bit rusty."

She wrote two reviews when she was so old, and both were because of the same person.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Mian stayed in the bed like a salted fish for five minutes, finally struggling to touch the button on the bedside, the curtain slowly opened at the sound, and the sun was already bright outside the window.

She pulled her slippers out of the bed and stepped into the thick soft carpet. At first glance, the carpet was littered with messy drawings, and there were several uncovered movie discs.

Lin Mian couldn’t fall asleep in the middle of the night yesterday. He really turned on the computer, carefully wrote three thousand words of sleeping experience, and opened an online document of "500 Model Essays for Elementary and Secondary School Students". The love is sincere, and the words are sobbing blood. I can't make up, and then I paused to look for a few movies to watch, and finally fell asleep in the background sound of "Midnight Ring".

Que Qingyan's stern and indifferent expression flashed in her mind, and she thought happily, why didn't he let her write about insomnia? She is good at insomnia, and she can write when the number of words is doubled.

Lin Mian stooped to put the discs away and put them in the drawer of the bedside table. The waste manuscripts on the floor were cleaned up and thrown into the waste paper basket. After doing all this, she dialed another phone, and after ringing twice, it was connected.

Lin Mian said affectionately: "Xu Xu!"

Fang Xuxu was taken aback, and then responded affectionately: "Teacher!"

"Xu Xu, I miss you so much!"

"..." The sudden confession was ruthlessly pierced: "Teacher, is it time for you to submit the manuscript the day after tomorrow? I was reminded of calling me when I was urged by the editor?"

"Xu Xu, it turns out that I was like this in your heart." Lin Mian was hurt. "I woke up just now and saw the brilliant morning light outside the window. The first thing I thought of was you. The morning sun is just like you..."

"The sun is long gone, it's almost twelve o'clock noon, teacher."

"..."

Fang Xuxu has long been accustomed to the other party’s neuroticism, thinking that after knowing that she had been hired as teacher Mu Mian’s personal assistant, she was excited to fight for three nights and imagined countless kinds of admired idols together. The possibility of a successful life.

But she was wrong, ridiculously wrong.

The two met for the first time in the apartment rented by Lin Mian. Before being greeted into the door, in Fang Xuxu's imagined picture, this should be an exchange full of comics and dreams. Who knew that as soon as she entered the living room, she had a face-to-face with the white-clothed ghost who was paused on the TV screen. In her fantasy, the mature and intellectual Mu Mian teacher held a pure and harmless face and apologized softly to her: "Sorry, I was watching a horror movie just now and forgot to turn it off."

Fang Xuxu looked at those watery apricot eyes, and instantly felt that he was not here to be a manga assistant, but as a little girl's nanny.

Mu Mian, an in-service best-selling girl cartoonist, regularly serializes comics in the well-known teenage magazine "Sugar Heart", which ranks first among readers of the magazine all the year round, and the published one-page book is even more popular.

Such a teenage cartoonist, whose hobby turned out to be watching thrillers and horror movies, would not believe it to anyone.

Lin Mian just changed the address of her apartment recently. For convenience, she rented an apartment not far from K University. Usually Fang Xuxu finishes his assistant's work and will directly pass the drawing to Lin Mian on the Internet. Only in the few days when the deadline is approaching will he come to Lin Mian to revise the manuscript face-to-face.

Fang Xuxu got the new address, but when he rushed over, he was stopped by security at the gate of the community.

The location of the apartment is quiet in the center of the city, the environment is quiet, and the security is stricter than other places. Fang Xuxu could only call Lin Mian. The latter had just finished the first meal after waking up, without combing his hair, holding a bag of milk and putting on a coat before coming down to pick up people.

Fang Xuxu was also stuffed with a bag of milk in Lin Mian's hand, and the two entered the elevator in the apartment building. Just as Lin Mian pressed the floor, the elevator door was opened again.

"I have a tricky case in my hand, an economic lawsuit involving upstream and downstream capital chains. I won at least this number." The talking suit and leather shoes, wearing a champagne tie, said as he entered the elevator. "You only took a case for half a year. I've been begging you for so long, so you have to think about it, right?"

The voice of the respondent was very familiar: "Are you here to talk to me about the case today?"

Champagne tie "Wow!" said: "My old friend recounted the past and talked about what happened to the case, Que Shao, you are so ruthless!"

"puff-"

After seeing who the other person came in, Lin Mian choked her throat with a sip of milk, shaking her shoulders and coughing vigorously for more than ten seconds.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?" Fang Xuxu was frightened by her and helped her to pat her back, "Is it all right?"

Lin Mian coughed and couldn't say a word, so he could only clap the other person's arm suggestively, beckoning her not to speak any more.

Fang Xuxu thought she was distressed and drank a few sips of milk, and said, "It's okay. I still have a bag here. Teacher, did you choke?"

What teacher! !

Who is the teacher! ! !

Lin Mian finally slowed down, coughing with tears in his eyes, looking at his assistant seriously, and whispered: "Just kidding in the dormitory, I only taught you to play mahjong once, don't call my teacher anymore. …"

Fang Xuxu: "..." What is it?

It's a low voice, but the tone is controlled within the range that anyone in the elevator can hear. Then Lin Mian looked at Que Qingyan, with a little surprise in his eyes: "Professor Que, it's a coincidence that I can meet you here."

The reaction is so fast and the acting is so natural, Lin Mian scored himself a perfect score.

Fang Xuxu followed, his eyes straightened.

Que Qingyan seemed to have just returned from official business. He was dressed very formally. His shirt and trousers lined his original long and slender figure a bit, and the eyebrows and eyes were deep and glamorous, mature and charming. He looked down at Lin Mian and said, "There is no class today?"

He is not a very cold person, but his temperament is completely natural. Even if he talks to people more, he will feel that there is a sense of distance between the superior and the inferior.

"There is no class," Lin Mian shook his head sincerely, and explained happily, "I moved out of the school and shared an apartment with two roommates before, and I rented an apartment here. I didn't expect to meet you."

Although it is a single apartment building, the price of such a location and environment is ridiculously high, and the rental price is not cheap. She and two roommates, a total of three people, shared a high-priced bachelor apartment near the school, how reasonable.

Lin Mian gave himself a perfect score again.

Fang Xuxu: "..." What? play? meaning? child?

During the conversation, Que Qingyan illuminated the floor, and the bright numbers were jumping up layer by layer. Lin Mian glanced quietly and saw that both the eighth and tenth floors were lit.

She lives on the eighth floor, so he lives on the tenth floor.

Lin Mian looked at the two stories close together, her heart shrank, and the girl cartoonist's mind opened up countless possibilities in an instant.

Close to the water tower first get the month.

Near the water terrace...

Lin Mian walked up to a crooked mind, and a clear sentence flashed through: Near the water tower, know the roots, know the bottom, 200,000 words.

The fluttering little heart was retracted in a snap.

The elevator stopped steadily on the eighth floor. Lin Mian looked back at Que and said: "Professor Que, then let's go first."

Fang Xuxu watched the elevator doors slowly close, and then asked Lin Mian with a bewildered expression: "Teacher, have you enrolled in any class recently?" What professor? What class?

Lin Mian had a lingering fear and tore open the packaging of another bag of milk: "Almost, I almost wrote a review of 200,000 words."

If Que Qingyan knew that she was not his student at all, and even remembered who she was... it might be more than 20,000. She was afraid that she would need 200,000 to review and write.

Fang Xuxu swore that she had never seen Teacher Mu Mian behave like just now since she was an assistant, and asked: "Teacher, are you afraid of that man?"

When Lin Mian's door was halfway open, he shook his head and sighed melancholy.

Not only is she not afraid of him...

He even wanted to sleep a little bit.

She just thinks about it, she thinks she doesn't break the law.

The elevator was still going up, the champagne tie held the gift box in one hand and the trouser pocket in the other casually joked: "You are such a cute student, I see the professor's reaction so much."

The elevator door opened on the tenth floor, Que made a clear step, and laughed imperceptibly: "I scared her before."

Near the deadline of the end of the month, Lin Mian spent two days in the apartment rushing to draw the manuscript, Fang Xuxu also ran back and forth for two days, and finally handed in the manuscript in time.

On the night of the deadline, Lin Mian submitted the manuscript, changed his WeChat signature to "I am missing, I have something to transfer", personally unplugged the network cable, turned off the phone, and rolled into the bed to make up for more than ten hours.

When I woke up again, it was already late at night the next day. At this time, the convenience stores in the community are not necessarily open, and there is nothing to eat in the refrigerator. Lin Mian sighed while boiling milk.

It's miserable, it's miserable.

She flipped through the memo, and suddenly remembered that there was something worse.

She only wrote three thousand for her sleeping experience of twenty thousand words.

I haven't finished writing my experience, the class still has to go. Lin Mian made up his mind to find a small hidden corner to hide and sleep this time. It's better to be the blind spot of Que Qingyan's sight. He could not see her, and she could sleep at ease.

Lin Mian thinks beautifully. When she was going to class that day, she didn’t take up a seat a few hours in advance as usual. Instead, she counted on the amphitheater that arrived 15 minutes before class. She just wanted to search for a seat in the back row. I caught a glimpse of someone beckoning to her.

She thought about this person for ten seconds before realizing that it was the little boy who sat next to her last week.

"Sleep!" The boy pointed to the seat, "Here! I have a seat for you."

He was in the third row, right in the middle, and reserved a seat for her.

Lin Mian: "..."

Who is the **** of sleep? ?

The boy thought for a while and changed his name: "School girl, here!"

"..." Let's call Sleeping God, thank you.

Lin Mianmu said with a tender face of the school girl, "No, thank you, senior."