You Sound Sleepy

The boy didn't expect that she would refuse, and was stunned, and insisted: "You don't need to be polite to me, school girl."

School girl...

Lin Mian insisted: "I really don't need it, I just find a place to sleep—no, just go to class."

Don't be kidding, she hasn't finished writing the 20,000-character review. This time she will be found out by Que Qingyan that she is sleeping in his class again, which is still in the third row. Don't want Xu Xiaotong's grades in this professional class.

The class was still full of students, and at a glance, there were basically no empty seats in the lecture hall that could accommodate a few hundred people. Lin Mian's gaze swept around in the last row, and finally found that there was the only seat that was still vacant. He was about to walk over, and in the next second he was occupied by a girl with a SLR camera.

The SLR girl took out the mini tripod from her bag, skillfully manipulated the angle of the camera, focused and adjusted the iris in one go, and finally put up a textbook of International Economic Law on the table, which not only blocked the conspicuous part of the camera, but also cleverly. A little bit of the camera was exposed.

Lin Mian: "..."

She finally knew how the high-definition, dead-angle photos taken by Professor Que on the K University forum came from.

This time there is really no seat left.

People go to sleep, either sitting or standing.

Lin Mian was able to bend and stretch, thought for a second, turned and moved to the seat that the little boy had reserved for her before, and sat upright: "Thank you, senior."

"You're welcome." The boy put down half of the cartoon in his hand and smiled embarrassedly. "Last time I caused you to be taken to the office by the professor. This time I helped you occupy a seat as a plea."

Approaching class, the boy closed the comic book, revealing the painted cover. Before he put it away, Lin Mian took one more look, and suddenly felt something was wrong, so he took another sneak look.

This fancy cover...

This posture in the corner of the wall...

This very familiar style...

Isn't this her cartoon? ?

She still remembers that this is one of the hot girl pure love comics serialized in her hand. Two months ago, the sixth single book of the comic series was released. In order to cater to the publication of the single book, Lin Mian took Fang Xuxu for a week, and painted the coloring pages of the male and female protagonists in the small theater as a publishing egg. Was forced to sign a hardcover signed edition of five thousand copies.

The sales volume of the one-line book was printed three times in the first month, breaking half a million. The printed manga also added a sentence in bold red font on the cover of the printed manga: "Ms. Mu Mian, a popular teenage cartoonist, has dedicated his heart to thousands of young girls! "

…Rested the hearts of thousands of girls. Lin Mian was silent for three seconds after receiving the sample sent by the editor, then turned his head and stuffed it into the depths of the bookcase.

The little boys in college now...

Lin Mian's heart turned back and forth, his eyes moved from the comic book all the way to the boy, and he stopped talking.

The boy noticed Lin Mian’s inexhaustible gaze, reacted, and quickly explained: “No, no, don’t get me wrong, I don’t like to read this kind of girl comics.”

Lin Mian had a look of "I understand and I understand": "It's okay, senior."

The boy knew she didn't believe it, and turned to the cover to show her: "I just like this manga author, so I want to see her recent works."

Lin Mian was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

"Mumian, this manga author." The boy saw her at a loss and enthusiastically taught her science. "She used to draw horror comics on the Internet. She is very talented and paints well, but unfortunately, half of the time she did not paint. I'm painting again. I didn't know why I started to draw girl manga in the first two years, and I didn't fill in the previous pits."

"I just want to see how she paints now," the boy said with a pity, "I don't know why I didn't continue to paint the horror comics, obviously it is very good."

Lin Mian listened to him in silence before returning to him: "I think it might be because girl comics are more popular and more profitable..."

The boy dismissed it: "How could she be such a superficial person."

"..." Superficial person: "Oh."

When he was still on the university campus, Lin Mian did serialize horror comics on a comics website. She usually likes to watch all the movies and books about horror and suspense. She also drew comics of similar themes with a playful attitude. Although the readers have received a good response, the audience is too small, and drawing horror comics alone does not make much money. .

But that was a long time ago, and I didn't expect anyone to be thinking about it.

It's nice to be young.

With Zhang Qingchun's beautiful face, Lin Mian sighed with vicissitudes of life in his inner society, and intricately reflected on himself for three seconds, starting a deep life miscellaneous thoughts. At this moment, the small theater in his mind has given himself some points. The smoke that does not exist.

Still thinking, there was a lot of silence around the restless voices. She raised her eyes to see, Que Qingyan was turning her face to the class assistant, and the two of them walked into the classroom while talking.

Lin Mian's mind moved slightly, and he was not willing to look away.

It's too conspicuous.

He walked with the young teaching assistant. They were obviously not much different in age, but they were set off with outstanding temperament.

Que Qingyan's life history so far can be memorized backwards.

He used to be the best. There are so many ignorant officials in B City, the second generation of Quan Er generation, when the Kuo wives talk in private, they all treat them as jokes when drinking afternoon tea, and only the young master of the Que family is famous. Wind review.

At that time Lin Mian was still in junior high school, and occasionally followed Lin's mother to listen to afternoon tea chats. I heard that Que Shao had already entered a prestigious domestic university when he was still in middle school, and he was still studying at a top overseas university. Master's degree, maybe I still need to stay there for Ph.D.

She had seen him for a long time and did a lot of stupid things, and finally ended with a review.

He didn't recognize himself long ago.

Que Qingyan stepped onto the podium, nodded and turned over the lesson plan at his hand, only glanced at it, and closed it again.

Lin Mian has not listened to his class carefully, but has seen other students' evaluations of Professor Que's teaching. Without exception, they are praised and admired. They all say that his class logic is clear, legal cases are easy to come by, and his memory is astounding. .

Her thoughts returned to the miscellaneous thoughts of life just now, and she silently thought that it would be nice to be a best-selling girl cartoonist. If she can save enough money by drawing a girl, then it will be fine if she doesn't draw horror cartoons in the future.

She has an ambitious life goal.

She wants to save enough money and then take care of someone.

It is already class time. According to Lin Mian’s original vision, she should be nestled in a small corner and ready to go to a sleep-as-you-go audition, but the reality is cruel and skinny. She is still sitting in the first place this time. Three rows, still in the middle of the seats.

Que Qingyan could see her just a little bit of attention. She said that she didn't dare to sleep under his nose again.

Lin Mian sat down obediently, spreading out his brand new notebook.

With such a serious study attitude, she gave herself five stars.

Lin Mian praised himself, and put a hand into his handbag quietly. After touching it for a long time, he didn't find a pen, but found a pink marker.

This is what she usually carries with her to draw inspiration.

"..."

Lin Mian held the marker in his hand for a few seconds, took it out calmly, and placed it next to the notebook.

Later, he pretended to take a note with a marker pen, he should not be able to find it...

After everything was ready, Lin Mian held his face and listened attentively for a while.

The attitude was correct, but when I listened, I was a little distracted.

With only two rows of seats, Lin Mian could see Que Qingyan's every move from close range.

His shirt is rolled up, the muscles on his forearms are fluent and distinct, the fingers tapping on the side of the table are clean and slender, the black eyes that sweep over are heavy, and the look of people looking down between lectures is abstinent and sexy. Every angle is The male protagonist who can be drawn into a girl's comics has a lethal interference ability in every place.

The only downside...

Lin Mian pinched himself underneath, which made him sober.

The only drawback is that his voice is too hypnotic for her.

Walking humanoid sleeping pills.

Question: How about Professor Que's class?

Answer: Very good...

sleep.

Lin Mian was too sleepy and regretted. She would rather stand at the back of the classroom to sleep than to sleep in front of him and show him, really.

Some time ago, she rushed to write and stayed up all night and was not sleepy. When she was insomnia all night and all night, she was able to dance sober all night. Now when she heard his voice, all the sleepiness swept through, and she couldn't stop it.

Que Qingyan seemed to give her a look.

She was still sitting in the third row, like a hamster that couldn't move her nest, her head little by little, her watery apricot eyes half-closed, her face full of sleepiness, she was rubbing her eyes with difficulty.

When Que Qingyan saw her rubbing her eyes again, he blinked and stared at him.

He saw himself. Lin Mian's heart trembled and she was so sleepy that she almost cried. After weighing the pros and cons, she thought it was better to say hello to someone.

So the next second, Que Qingyan saw that she lowered her head and wrote something in the notebook. After a few minutes, she finally finished the work. The next moment she put the notebook upright in front of her face, with the writing side facing him.

On the first side, on the blank notebook, five correct words were written with a pink marker.

"Professor Que, hello."

Que Qingyan was still teaching, but her voice paused slightly.

She turned another page.

The second page: "I'm sorry, but I'm really sleepy."

Turn another page.

The third page: "I was wrong, I will write forty thousand words to review."

the last page.

The fourth page: "I'm really sorry!!"

This time there were three pink exclamation marks, and the guilt was overwhelming.

Que Qingyan saw her eyes protruding from the back of the notebook, her eyes were wet, well-behaved and soft, and the tips of her ears were red.

After finishing this, Lin Mian closed the notebook and put the marker aside upright.

She raised her eyes guiltily at him, put her hands on the table, slowly leaned down and lay down, shrinking into a hamster ball.

...Began to sleep.