You Sound Sleepy - Chapter 2.1
In a dim bedroom, there was a curled up ball on a wide plushy bed. This ball was snuggly wrapped in a blanket.
Wrapped in her blanket, Lin Mian was on the brink of dying from fatigue. Her phone, which had been incessantly ringing for the last half hour, had been brazenly chucked under her bed. After a dozen seconds of lifelessness, she begrudgingly stretched an arm out and placed it under the bed, fumbling around. After haphazardly groping under the bed for a bit, she soon managed to fish out her still ringing phone.
She accepted the call. The other party’s voice came like a chilly gust of wind. “Author Mu Mian, do you know what day the day after tomorrow is?”
Lin Mian’s sleepy eyes couldn’t even open and her whole face was buried in a pillow. Mu Mian was her pen name. She listlessly put the phone against her ear and said in a stuffy voice, “Auntie, I fell asleep at 4 in the morning. So please, from the kindness in your heart… spare my life.”
Her editor, on the other hand, brutally shut down her request. “No. If I spare your life, who will spare mine? The chief editor has had a knife to my neck these past two days, saying that if I fail to collect your draft again, I’ll have my head rolling.”
She then gently asked, “Why did you sleep so late? Still stuck on that creative block from the night before?”
“No, last night I…” Even thinking about it gives me a headache. Turning her body over, Lin Mian replied in a soft, nasally voice, “I was just thinking about how to write a reflection paper.”
“A reflection paper? For what??”
Lin Mian, dodging the question, timidly replied, “It’s been a long time since I wrote one, so I’m a teeny bit rusty.”
In her entire life, she had only written two reflection papers, and coincidentally, both reflection papers were due to the same person.
Lin Mian then abruptly hung up on her editor. For five seconds, she laid motionless, snugly wrapped in her blanket, like a salted fish. Finally, Lin Mian, with great effort, resolved to rise and reluctantly pressed a button on her bed’s headrest. The curtains, responding to the press, began to slowly pull apart, allowing the already dazzling sunlight to pierce through the window.
She shuffled out of bed with her slippers. Her feet stepping on the thick, plush carpet, Lin Mian took a glance at the turned-over movie discs and cluttered drafts that littered her carpet.
Instead of sleeping last night, Lin Mian had turned on her computer and diligently wrote 3,000 words reflecting on her sleeping in class with a document titled《500 Model Reflection Papers for Primary and Secondary Students》beside her. Unreservedly copying and pasting sections of the document into her own reflection paper, Lin Mian poured her sweat, blood, and tears into her entirely sincere words. Unable to endure writing any longer, she paused and rummaged through a couple of movie discs. In the end, she fell asleep with the movie 《The Ring》in the background.
While shuffling, Lin Mian bitterly recalled Que Qingyan’s cold, indifferent expression. Why couldn’t he have let me write about insomnia? I could write twice as much then.
Lin Mian bent down to put the movie discs away. The movie discs were tidily put away in a bedside drawer, while the scrapped drafts were chucked in a wastebasket. Finishing her tidying, Lin Mian dialed a number, and two rings later the phone was answered.
Lin Mian affectionately cried, “Xuxu!”
Surprised, Fang Xuxu affectionately answered “Author!”
“Xuxu I missed so much!”
“…” The heartfelt confession was ruthlessly cut down. “Author, did you submit the draft? You only called me after being harrassed by the editor, right?”
“Xuxu, so this is what I am in your heart.” Lin Mian was deeply wounded. “When I woke up and saw the glaring morning light, the first person I thought of was you. Xuxu, you are like the early morning sunshine….”
”The morning sunshine has already passed. It’s 12 am..”
Fang Xuxu was already accustomed to the other party’s emotional outbursts. She began to reflect on the time she was first hired to be the Author Mu Mian’s personal assistant. Back then, she was so excited that she couldn’t sleep for three nights, envisioning the countless possibilities where she was together with her idol Author Mu Mian. She would happily march on the road of success beside her idol.
But she was wrong, outrageously wrong.
She first met Lin Mian in Lin Mian’s apartment. Before entering Lin Mian’s door, Fang Xuxu already fantasized a pleasing scene playing out. It would be a time filled with manhua, a dreamy exchange of thoughts. Who knew that upon entering the living room, she would be confronted with a TV screen paused on a white-clothed female ghost. And her supposedly mature and intelligent idol would, with an innocent face, softly say, “My bad, was watching a horror movie, forgot to turn it off.”
Fang Xuxu looked at her watery apricot-shaped eyes. She immediately felt that she didn’t come here as a manhua author’s assistant, but instead as a teenage girl’s nanny.
Mu Mian, a professional shoujo manhua author, regularly serialized the manhua《Sugary Love》on a famous shoujo magazine. It consistently seized first place on the reader’s poll every year, and it even had a short story published about it that was a big hit.
If it ever got out Mu Mian, a famous shoujo manhua author, watched horror movies in her spare time, nobody would believe it.
Lin Mian, for convenience, had recently rented an apartment near K University causing her address to change. Normally, Fang Xuxu would transfer Lin Mian the draft directly through the internet after finishing her assistant work, and when the deadline for the draft drew closer, she would work face-to-face with Lin Mian to edit the draft.
Having received Lin Mian’s new address, Fang Xuxu set out. When she was on her way there, she was stopped outside the apartment complex’s entrance by security guards.
The location of Lin Mian’s apartment was in a quiet part of downtown. It was quite serene. To keep such peace, the security here was much stricter. Fang Xuxu could only call Lin Mian. Having just finished breakfast, with uncombed hair and milk bags dangling from her jacket, Lin Mian trotted down to pick up Fang Xuxu.
Stuffing a milk bag in Fang Xuxu’s hands, Lin Mian and Fang Xuxu got in the apartment’s elevator together. Just as Lin Mian pressed her floor’s button, two people shoved their way into the elevator’s door.
“I have a thorny case in my hands now. It’s a lawsuit involving the upflow of economical capital chains, winning at least this much.” Dressed in leather shoes and a champagne-colored tie, a figure entered the elevator while talking to someone else. “You’ve only picked up the case half a year ago and I’ve been telling you the same thing for a long time. You need to consider it, ok?”
A familiar, cold voice responded, “Oh, you’ve come to talk to me about that case?”
The man with the champagne tie cursed. “Your old friend is just explaining the case, little Que you’re so heartless!”