You Sound Sleepy - Chapter 2.2
After seeing who just came in, Lin Mian suddenly choked on her sip of milk. Her shoulders trembled and she coughed intensely for a dozen seconds.
“Author, what’s wrong?” Fang Xuxu, frightened by her sudden outburst, patted Lin Mian’s back. “You okay?”
Unable to say a complete sentence due to her incessant coughing, Lin Mian could only make a gesture by patting Fang Xuxu’s arm, desperately hinting for her to stop talking.
Thinking that she was distressed from drinking a few sips of bad milk, Fang Xuxu said, “No worries, I still have another bag of milk. Author, were you choking?”
Finally, Lin Mian regained a portion of her speaking abilities. Still coughing and with tears glistening in her eyes, she seriously stared at her assistant and said in a quiet voice, “I was just messing with you in the dormitory. After all, I’ve never really published anything, so you can’t really call me an author….”
Fang Xuxu: “…” What the h̲el̲l̲?
Although the voice was quiet, it was made purposely loud enough so that everyone in the elevator could hear it. Lin Mian followed up by looking at Que Qingyan in surprise. “Professor Que, what a coincidence, meeting you here.”
Such quick reactions, such natural movements, I give my acting a perfect score. Lin Mian happily praised herself.
Fang Xuxu’s gaze passed over to Que Qingyan. Her eyes stared at him in interest.
Dressed formally, Que Qingyan appeared to have just returned from official business. His shirt and trousers accentuated the lines on his slender, lithe physique, and between his eyes and eyebrows was a shining light, making it hard to cover his mature, charming face. Looking down at Lin Mian, Que Qingyan responded, “You don’t have any classes today?”
Que Qingyan wasn’t an extremely cold person, but his perfect qualities made it so that even speaking two sentences to someone, would cause that someone to feel an insurmountable sense of inferiority between them and Que Qingyan. The gap between him and ordinary people was just too huge.
“No classes,” Lin Mian shook her head earnestly and explained cleverly. “Me and two roommates moved out of school to share an apartment and were renting an apartment here. I never expected to run into you here.”
Although the apartment building was only meant for one person, the location and environment made the housing prices ridiculously high and consequently rent here wasn’t cheap. She and two classmates, a total of three people, sharing the rent for a single expensive apartment building close to their school was completely reasonable.
Lin Mian gave herself yet another perfect score in deception.
Fang Xuxu: “…” What? The? H̲e̲l̲l̲?
During the conversation, Que Qingyan pressed a floor button on the elevator causing it to light up. As the elevator moved up, Lin Mian quietly glimpsed at the illuminated 8th floor and 10th floor button.
I live on the 8th floor. He must live on the 10th floor.
Seeing how close their floors were, Lin Mian’s heart contracted, her shoujo manhua author mind instantly flashing with countless possibilities.
The benefits gained from being close to him.
The benefits gained…
Her mind walking astray, a thought flashed clearly in Lin Mian’s mind. A close position, an intimate relationship… wait 200,000 words.
Her fluttering heart’s indecent thoughts were swiftly retracted.
As the elevator steadily stopped on the 8th floor, Lin Mian turned her head and looked at Que Qingyan. “Professor Que, I am leaving first.”
Fang Xuxu, staring at the elevator slowly close and displaying a hundred faces of ignorance, pressed Lin Mian for an answer. “Author, you’ve been enrolling in classes recently?” What professor? What classes?
Lin Mian, heart palpitating, tore open the packaging of a milk bag. Almost, almost had to write a 200,000-word reflection paper.
If she let Que Qingyan know that she wasn’t his student and he remembered who she actually was… it wouldn’t stop at 20,000 words. She was afraid she would have to write a 200,000-word reflection paper.
In her entire time as Author Mu Mian’s assistant, Fang Xuxu swore that she had never seen Lin Mian behave like that in front of anybody. She asked, “Author, are you afraid of that man?”
Lin Mian opened the door to her apartment halfway and simply shook her head, giving out a melancholy sigh.
Not only was she not afraid of him…
She even vaguely wanted to sleep with him.
She had only thought about it though. Thinking about it wasn’t illegal, right?
As the elevator slowly ascended, the champagne-tie man, with a gift box in one hand and the other in his pants pocket, casually chatted, “Your student is so cute. She reacted so much after seeing her professor.”
The elevator doors opened on the 10th floor. Que Qingyan paused his step and with an imperceptible smile said, “She was scared back then.”
Near the end of the month deadline for the draft, Lin Mian, cooped up in her apartment, worked day and night for two whole days on the drafts and sketches. Fang Xuxu also ran back and forth for two whole days. Miraculously, the draft was barely turned in on time.
The night of the deadline, Lin Mian handed in the draft, changed her WeChat status to “Unavailable”, unplugged the network cable, turned off the phone, and rolled into her bed. She needed to make up for more than a dozen hours of missed sleep.
When she woke up again, it was already the next day’s night. Unsure if the convenience stores were open in the community this late at night, Lin Mian begrudgingly boiled some milk, sighing. There was nothing to eat in the refrigerator either.
I’m miserable. Too miserable.
Suddenly, when she was flipping through her reminders, an even more miserable matter popped up in her mind.
I’ve only written 3,000 words on my 20,000-word reflection paper.
Unfinished writing and I still have to attend class… Despite these tribulations, Lin Mian still remained clear-headed and focused on her priorities. This time, I need to find a secluded corner to sleep in. Preferably, out of Que Qingyan’s line of sight. If he can’t see me, then I can sleep at ease.
Today was the day she usually went to class. Reassured by her clever thinking, she didn’t seize a seat in the lecture a few hours in advance like usual, but instead only arrived at the lecture hall 15 minutes in advance. Just as she was about to search for a back seat, she caught a glimpse of someone gesturing at her.
After struggling to recall that person for a few seconds, she finally realized that it was that boy who sat next to her in class before.
“The Sleeping Goddess!” The boy pointed towards a seat. “Here! I got a seat for you!”
He was in the middle of the third row and reserved a seat for her.
Lin Mian: “…”
Who is the Sleeping Goddess??
The boy, pondering for a bit, changed his greeting. “Junior sister1, here!”
“…” Better than being called the Sleeping Goddess.
With a tender face of a junior sister, Lin Mian said, “Thank you, senior, but I’ll have to decline.”
 学妹：Refers to a younger girl classmate