You Sound Sleepy

Translator BipBop:

The huge study room plunged into darkness, the curtains gently rustling, the laptop’s screen faintly shining with the smiles of the heroine and hero from her manhua. It looked…

Ve – very disturbing. 

Unlike her own room, Lin Mian was now in a strange, unknown environment. Uncomfortable, she used the laptop’s light to move around. Feeling the edge of the desk, she slowly walked forward.

After a few seconds of silence in the suffocating darkness, Lin Mian called out, “Que, Professor Que?”

No response.

“Professor Que?”

“…” She relied on her memory to inch towards the entrance of the study room. She dropped the honorific, trembling. She whispered his full name. “Que Qingyan.”

Still no response.

“Que -”

Lin Man cut herself off, suddenly thinking of a key point.

He didn’t respond to me, so he must have not heard me. So… can’t I just shout whatever I want in this room?

In the sea of darkness, Lin Mian had diverted her attention to something far more important than being afraid.

“Que Qingyan? Que – Qing – yan –”

Lin Mian’s beating heart gradually subsided. The panic now seemed nonexistent. 

Like she was playing a game, Lin Mian called out his name in a variety of intonations. As she moved towards the entrance, she kept calling out, “Que Qingyan.” Calling the nice-sounding name over and over, it was like she was humming a melody.

“Que — Qing–“

A sound came from behind her. Rays of blinding light poured onto her. Lin Mian felt her right hand tighten. A man’s warm fingers clasped her wrist and pulled her in.

If the hand didn’t pull her in, she would have mindlessly rammed face-first into a wall.

“Don’t shout.” Que Qingyan released her hand, his low voice carrying a hint of resignation. “What’s wrong?”

Lin Mian’s eyes were still adjusting from the flashlight’s light. She half-covered her eyes and softly said, “Professor Que the power went out.”

“Mmhm.”

He handed his flashlight to her. Lin Mian squeezed the flashlight, her eyes blinking. It contained a bit of his warmth.

Her head lowered, she tried to cover up what happened. “Um. I was just calling you and you didn’t respond. I thought you weren’t here…”

Que Qingyan was just about to examine the light switch when he suddenly paused. “What were you calling me before?”

“…” Lin Mian looked up at him. Her hands shook. Flick. She turned the flashlight off.

The window curtains completely open, the moonlight soaking through the study room, a man turned around and looked at her.

With a gray shirt, his slender figure was wrapped around in a cage of moonlight, bringing forth a sense of otherworldly charm. Lin Mian stared at him. With a sweet voice oozing with honesty, she squeezed out some words. “… Professor Que.”

In the dim light of the night, Que Qingyan glanced up and raised his lips slightly. It looked like a smile. “That was a little rude to talk about your senior like that, don’t you think? ”

He had heard her ‘performance’.

“…” Lin Mian’s heart was pounding violently, sputtering. She couldn’t find her voice for a while. Finally, she retorted softly, “I’m older.”

She was 25 years old this year, which rounded up to 30. Therefore, she was one year older than him.

How was he her senior? Wah.

It turned out the entire apartment building’s power supply was unstable. One after another, apartment resident’s power would shut off and their circuit breaker would fail.

Lin Mian waited in the study room. Once Que Qingyan left, it didn’t take long before the room was lit up again.

Tenants who also stayed up all night like Lin Mian demanded the electrician to come over. The electrician eventually came over, fixing the power and also doing Lin Mian the favor of unlocking her door.

Still wearing pajamas, Lin Mian sluggishly tidied up her two items, occasionally glancing at Que Qingyan. After another glance at him, she came to a terrible conclusion.

I can’t find a reason to stay here anymore…

Her expression unwilling, she was extremely reluctant to give up. Then, she heard his voice, its tone unclear. “So this is the newspaper club paper?”

The ending of his voice was so heavy that Lin Mian’s foresight kicked in and she instinctively glanced at her laptop screen.

“………”

Photoshop was still open, revealing the finished draft of her ”newspaper club paper.” It showed the end of the draft for her manhua. In the picture, the male lead, who wore a white shirt, held a love letter in one hand and the other hand was wrapped around the waist of the gentle, cute heroine. He was kissing her lips.

The dialogue box: Silly, it’s because you were the sweetest cherry I’ve ever tasted.

 The painting style was elegant and beautiful, the scene dreamy and romantic, the words endearing and moving.

Lin Mian looked up at Que Qingyan. He had already labeled me in his heart as “sleepyhead” and now he had just labeled me as “Manhua Club member”…

“…” Her face began burning, boiling. “Que – Professor Que, I – I got to go, good night!”

When Lin Mian returned to her apartment, it was already close to two o’clock in the morning. Her face was hot. Her neck was hot. Her ears were hot. She was hot.

She checked over her draft again, scanned it into an email, and sent it to her editor. Just as she was about to turn off her computer, a sudden thought overcame her. She paused and opened a new word document.

The document’s title. Hmm. After thinking for 15 seconds, Lin Mian typed:《The Success Rate on Capturing Professor Que’s Young Heart》

She thought for a little while and ended up changing Young Heart to Old Heart. However, just as she typed this, she felt something amiss and changed it again.

He hasn’t reached 30, doesn’t seem old…

After thinking for 30 seconds, she changed it to Fair Heart.

《The Success Rate on Capturing Professor Que’s Fair Heart》

Satisfied, Lin Mian saved the document and went to sleep.