You Sound Sleepy

Translator: BipBop

Bai Jiayi sank into the sofa for several minutes, digesting the fact that Que Qingyan and Lin Mian had just happened to live in the same apartment building. She was a little dazed.

Miss Bai raised her head and looked at the white ceiling. She said in an awkward voice, “Why does he want to live here?”

Why…

Lin Mian got up and went into the kitchen to peel some apples. After cutting the apples into small slices, Lin Mian said ambiguously, “It’s because K is so close from here… and isn’t living here pretty good?” Her heart squirmed a little. She then shamelessly mouthed the words, “Plus you can see me if you live here.”

”Mian Bao… I can see what you’re mouthing.”

Lin Mian handed Bai Jiayi a bowl of fruit, nabbed her laptop from her “study” room, then snuggled into the sofa. “It isn’t easy being close to him. It’s not like I’m the kinda person who isn’t moved by beauty.”

Her voice carried a hint of pride. 

Bai Jiayi wanted to know how Que Qingyan would react if he knew someone treated him as a beauty. She glanced at Lin Mian, who was diligently typing on the laptop’s keyboard, and couldn’t help but ask, “What are you doing?”

Lin Mian’s expression collapsed. “Writing a reflection paper.”

40,000 words…

The last time Lin Mian wrote a reflection paper was during her middle school graduation. After fluidly spilling down thousands of words, she had just finished writing her 40,000-word reflection paper.

It was an endeavor. Lin Mian had scrambled for several days, reading almost every example reflection paper that was online, diligently gathering and fusing hundreds of elementary and middle school students’ writing styles. In the end, she had managed to piece together an amalgamation of a reflection paper. After finishing, Lin Mian printed the text on paper. She hugged the nearly 40-page reflection book, almost shedding tears of joy. The paper had transformed into a book.

“Based on your expression, people who didn’t know better would think that you were writing a love letter.” Bai Jiayi applied a facial mask. “Since he’s so close, wouldn’t it be best if you just go upstairs and give it to him directly? And you know, make a move in passing.”

Those words were very ambiguous.

Lin Mian’s eyes became gloomy and wistful. “I really want to go upstairs and make a move.” According to how it went in shoujo manhuas, she should also knock on his door wearing skimpy pajamas.

But she didn’t dare. 

Also, even if she and Que Qingyan lived on the same apartment floor, she and Que Qingyan would rarely ever encounter each other.

Forget about the fact that I normally don’t run into him when I travel between floors, I couldn’t even meet up with him when I deliberately tried to. She had held a stakeout in the garden downstairs before but had failed to encounter him. Huh, thinking about it like this, I am only guaranteed to see him in class.

The Internal Economic Law class, from beginning to end, had always been jammed-packed, without exception.

This time, Lin Mian chose a window seat in the back row. Hidden from Que Qingyan’s gaze but not his voice, this spot was the most suitable for sleeping.

She didn’t sleep right away. Instead, she struggled to hold her head, fighting desperately to not sleep. She wasn’t listening to the actual class. She was only focusing on him.

The man on the teacher’s podium, who was currently analyzing an international commercial law case, explained the case clearly and concisely, his voice frigid and deep. Occasionally, a student would raise a question regarding the details of the case. In response, he would accurately elaborate on a certain law, even recalling the exact date the law was revised. It was flawless.

From time to time, girls in the back row would whisper praises, struggling to suppress their excitement and squeals. 

Far away, Lin Mian’s perception of Que Qingyan’s expression was blurry, only an approximate outline. This blurry distance was the most agitating. You could clearly see his shirt collar, but the necklines were too fuzzy. You could clearly see the outlines of his sleeves, but his fingers were indistinguishable… the more she looked, the more agitated she became. Even the idea of sleeping had become dull to her.

She almost cried tears of regret.

I shouldn’t be sitting in the back row. At least when I sit in the front I can see Que Qingyan. Even if I “accidentally” fall asleep in front of him, it wouldn’t even matter.

Lin Mian firmly believed in self-advocacy. After repeatedly confirming that no one was paying attention to this corner, she solemnly took out her phone, unlocked the phone screen, and opened the camera app. She began to zoom in with her fingers.

At the center of the phone screen was a magnified podium and an in-focus Que Qingyan. 

He was currently answering the questions of students in the front row, focusing his deep black pupils on the other party. Her eyes unblinking, Lin Mian watched him tilt his gaze a little bit down. Long eyebrows, low eyelashes, a straight nose bridge… facial features that were so handsome that they felt like they came from a manhua.

Suddenly, Que Qingyan raised his eyes and scanned the front seats once. After a short pause, he cast his gaze to the back seats. 

Hearing the girl behind her lightly woo, Lin Mian suddenly felt a prick of a guilty conscience. Just as she was about to unabashedly put away her phone, the person she was looking at through the phone focused his gaze directly on her. Lin Mian blankly looked at Que Qingyan through her phone screen for two seconds. She saw him clearly narrow his eyes.

He saw me.

He pinpointed her in the crowd. Lin Mian’s heartbeat beat furiously, like a drum, her mind blank, and a burning feeling starting from her toes climbed up her body. She held her breath. She had no idea how to react.

Suddenly, a flash of white light blinded her eyes.

The people in the front row turned around curiously. Lin Mian lowered her head and realized that she had pressed the button on the phone and took a picture…

That flash…

Huh, forgot to turn that off.

“………”

Huh, ah ah ah ahhhh?!!

Extremely flustered, Lin Mian just wanted to jump out of a window and disappear completely.

A moment passed.

“Xu Tong.” Que Qingyan’s steady voice rang throughout the lecture hall, his emotion unclear. “Stay after class.”