You Sound Sleepy - Chapter 1.1
Recently, on K University’s forum, a popular post popped up in the law school section.
The serious and academic name “Summary of the International Economic Law Seminar” accompanied the post.
However, once clicked, you will immediately realize that this so-called “serious” post’s content was… most definitely not serious, from beginning to end.
Using a series of exclamation points and onomatopoeias to express the rising intensity of their thoughts, the original poster’s text revolved around a single, central idea: Professor Que is teaching in a new campus in K University this semester. This really sucks!
Shortly after, the same person posted a blurry photo as the first reply under the post with the caption: Didn’t dare to be too obvious when taking the picture, everyone be low-key![image] [🥰].
Containing a teacher’s podium in the background, the photo was furtively taken right when the man finished writing on the blackboard and turned around. It was a little blurry, but you could see the faint silhouette of the side of Que’s charming face and his tall, rangy figure. He delicately supported one of his hands on the side of a table, and in doing so, his shirt tugged, accentuating an unusually beautiful arc at his back. He looked ineffably lonely and handsome.
The people who gossiped about Professor Que’s academic achievements, in the end, all sighed with a longing heart. Such a young associate professor like Professor Que did not appear inexplicably. After all, vast disparities in accomplishments between people did exist…
Revered as a male god, Professor Que used to teach master and doctoral students at the old campus; he had only recently transferred to the new campus.
In only a few weeks, the post was covered in countless replies, dominating the other monotone, academic posts in the forum that only had a few sporadic replies. The reason why the post hadn’t been taken down yet, in this quite serious academic forum, was due to the forum’s moderator also being a student. After glancing at the indecent post’s contents, said student swiftly right clicked, saved the photo, and then turned a blind eye to the post, allowing it to run rampant in popularity.
Although everyone’s gaze was laser-focused on Professor Que, an observant person soon found another bright spot in the picture.
2,166th Reply: How come I seem to see someone… sleeping?
The photos were taken on one of the few seats closest to the podium. After carefully zooming in, it was revealed that, between the backs of people who were listening and watching with attention, there was a girl languidly bending over and sleeping. Her silky inky black hair draped down to the back of her shoulders and little curls littered the ends of her hair.
Soon, another person replied: If I remembered correctly, I saw her last class. I also saw her last last class…
It was notoriously difficult to seize a seat in this International Economic Law lecture hall. Despite the lecture hall’s immensity, people would routinely crowd, squeeze, and push through the walking corridors in order to listen to the lectures. In fact, a majority of people were willing to pay a hefty price to reserve a prized seat in that lecture hall.
In addition, as a result of Professor Que never tracking attendance, the attendees of his classes would even consist of students from other schools, filling up even more of the seats! It didn’t matter if you were going to the lecture hall for the sake of listening to a lecture or for the sake of chatting and seeing people, obtaining a seat near the front of the lecture hall was an arduous undertaking.
And every single time, a seat in the middle of the third row of the lecture hall would be seized, like a ruler taking their rightful throne, by this girl. And what did she do with such a treasured position?
She slept blatantly. She slept serenely. She slept disregarding all of those around her.
She was sleepy…
Lin Mian had already slept through a little under half a semester of these International Economic Law classes.
The lecture hall, which could accommodate 100 people, was currently calm and quiet. Leaning on the sides of her arms in a limbo state between being conscious and dreaming, Lin Mian could only hear a singular male voice pass through her ears.
Carrying a steady pace, the man’s voice was deep and pleasant. Its clearness was similar to a piece of ice being tapped against a wall. Such a voice was originally intended to smoothly bring people into the lecture’s rhythm, but strangely enough, when it reached Lin Milan’s ears, every single one of his words was unusually hypnotic.
When Lin Mian first attended his class, she sat in the very last row of the lecture hall. She could only see his blurry upright figure from the distance. Before even two sentences passed through his mouth and into her ear, she had fallen dead asleep.
Usually, when her insomnia acted up, she would go for as much as a week without sleeping. However, his voice had a strangely soothing effect on her. Unexpectedly, for the first time in her life, a chronic insomniac like her had been soothed by a person’s voice. She needed to get closer to that soothing voice. With great persistence, she managed to seize a position in front of the lecture hall and from then on never failed to sleep, freeing herself from her insomnia.
At an indistinct time during her limbo state in the lecture hall, Lin Mian heard someone deeply and slowly read out a name: “Xu Tong.”
Hearing the name, Lin Mian, who was lying on the table serenely, finally moved. Lin Mian slowly and languidly raised her face, subconsciously following the sound, her vision still hazy.
The boy next to her, who was playing with his mobile phone, turned his attention over to Lin Mian and whispered, “Classmate, your name is Xu Tong, right?”
Lin Mian listlessly murmured, “Hmm…” and finally responded, “I guess… yeah.”
You guess? The boy was speechless for a moment before saying “The professor just now called you out to answer a question.”
Lin Mian raised her eyes. Her gaze focused on a man in the distance.
The distance between them was not far. After waiting for Lin Mian to stand up, Professor Que Qingyan closed the class roster, his pupils focusing in her direction. He simply but meaningfully asked, “Law major, Xu Tong?”
Lin Mian nodded. A red mark was imprinted on her pale forehead from sleeping. Her state, from the top of her head to the tips of her curling hair, all screamed “sleeping now, do not disturb.” Struggling to fish out from the streams of her blurry memory of what exactly the question was, she secretly pinched her forearm under the table. Her mind began to gradually clear.
It was unfortunate for her. To think that Professor Que would, for the first time in calling somebody to answer a question, would call on a sleeping person. Eyes mixed with a little sympathy, the boy sitting to the side looked at Lin Mian and whispered, “… … to ‘be’ is the answer, classmate.”
She didn’t quite catch the first part of his answer, but that appeared to be unnecessary, after giving the boy a grateful look, Lin Mian, emboldened, answered with complete confidence. “I choose the answer choice B.”
All the students in the lecture hall clearly heard her. Her voice was neither high nor low. As soon as her voice fell, the lecture hall was eerily silent for a few seconds. An unknown person couldn’t resist chuckling. Immediately afterwards, the entire lecture was ringing with laughter, the contagious laughter spreading from one person to another.
“B what? I said…” The boy struggled to suppress his laughter.
Lin Mian turned her attention to the projection screens located at the front of the lecture hall. They projected a long string of English words. Although there was obscure professional lingo mixed in the sentences, it was not difficult to see that the question was definitely not a multiple choice question and was, in fact, a question that required analysis and discussion.
It required analysis and discussion…
What did she just answer?
She chose B.
Lin Mian: “…”
She chose death.
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