You Sound Sleepy - Chapter 3.2
Que Qingyan stepped towards the lectern, nodded, and turned over the lesson plans in his hands. He only gave a perfunctory glance before closing it.
Although Lin Mian did not really listen to his class, she had heard other people’s evaluations of Professor Que’s teachings. Without a single exception, they had all eulogized and admired him. He had clear reasoning, skillfully picked law cases, and a staggeringly good memory.
Her thoughts returning to her own life, she silently thought that being a best-selling shoujo manhua author was actually quite good. If she could accumulate and save money by creating shoujo manhua, then her not creating horror manhua was completely fine.
She possessed an ambitious, grand life goal.
She wanted to save money and then take care of a single person.
It is already class time. According to Lin Mian’s original vision, she should be nestled in a small corner and prepared for the soothing voice of Que Qingyan at this time, but reality was cruel and gnawing. Instead, she had returned to sitting in the 3rd row, right in the middle of the room.
Que Qingyan would notice her even if he paid the slightest attention and she wouldn’t dare to sleep under his nose again.
Lin Mian sat down obediently, spreading out her untouched notebook.
Such a serious studying attitude, I give myself 5 stars.
As Lin Mian boasted about herself, she quietly rummaged through her bag. After touching her bag for a considerable amount of time, she, instead of a pen, found a pink marker.
I usually carry this so that I can draw when I’m inspired.
Lin Mian, pinching the marker in her hand for a few seconds, carefully pondered for a few seconds, and then coolly put it to the side of her notebook.
Wait. If I use the marker to pretend to take notes, he shouldn’t be able to realize it…
With everything in place, Lin Mian held her face up with her palm and listened attentively for a while.
My attitude is respectable, but how come when I’m listening… I’m beginning to lose focus.
Only two rows away, Lin Mian could see Que Qingyan’s every word and action.
His shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing the smooth and distinct muscle lines on his forearms. His slender, clean fingers tapped on the table, and his deep black eyes swept over people between gaps in the lecture, giving off a frosty, yet seductive vibe. Every angle of his could be put into a shoujo manhua’s storyboard. His entire body carried deadly bewitching force.
His only shortcoming was…
Lin Mian pinched her leg, which made her regain clarity.
His only shortcoming was that his voice was just too hypnotic.
He is basically a walking bottle of sleeping pills.
Question: How was Professor Que’s class?
Answer: Very good…
Lin Mian’s sleepiness was uncontrollable. Her heart filled with extreme regret over her past decision to sit here. I would much rather sleep and stand in the back than sleep in front of him. Like much much rather.
She wasn’t sleepy when she rushed to finish her manhua drafts, enduring all-nighters. Due to her chronic insomnia, she was able to keep a clear head and jump around all night. However, once she listened to his soothing voice, all the sleepiness swept through her. It simply couldn’t be resisted.
Que Qingyan seemed to have given her a look.
Sitting in the third row, like a hamster nestled in its nest, her head bobbing a little and her half-closed, watery apricot eyes slowly fluttering, she struggled to rub her eyes. Her face was full of sleepiness.
Noticing her rubbing her eyes again, Que Qingyan, blinking, turned his gaze to her. Their eyes met.
He saw me. Her heart trembled. About to burst into tears, Lin Mian pitifully weighed the pros and cons and decided that she should at least greet him and acknowledge the situation.
So, in the next instant, Que Qingyan observed her lowering her head and writing something in her notebook. After a few minutes, she finally finished writing. She put her notebook straight up in front of her face. The side with writing faced Que Qingyan.
The first page of her once untouched notebook contained 3 words written with a pink marker.
‘Professor Que, hello.’
In the middle of giving a lecture, Professor Que’s voice slightly stuttered.
She turned another page.
The second page: ‘Sorry, I’m really sleepy.’
Another page turned.
The third page: ‘This is my mistake. I will make this up with a 40,000-word reflection paper.’
She turned to the final page.
The fourth page: “I’m really sorry!!!”
She used 3 big pink exclamation marks. Her words expressed her overflowing sense of remorse.
Que Qingyan saw Lin Mian’s eyes peeking out from the back of her notebook. Her eyes were wet, sweet, and soft. The tips of her ears were tinted red in embarrassment.
Successfully completing her daunting task, Lin Mian closed the notebook and earnestly placed the market upright on her desk.
Then, Lin Mian gave a guilty look at Que Qingyan, put her two arms on the table, and slowly lowered her body on the table, shrinking into a hamster ball.
…she began to sleep