You Sound Sleepy - Chapter 4.1
Staying true to her word, she really slept.
She slept peacefully. Her inky black hair scattered and stuck to her cheeks, and her long eyelashes pressed down, forming a shadowy arc. Wearing a tranquil and innocent face, it seemed that she couldn’t possibly be the same person who had just tearily apologized.
Not only was her ability to admit her mistakes strong, her ability to unapologetically commit the same mistakes was even stronger.
After completing a section of his lecture, Que Qingyan, his fingers twirling a silver remote control for the projector, paused his movements. He curiously glanced at Lin Mian.
Class was halfway done. In the large bright lecture hall’s back seats, the DSLR camera girl excitedly focused her camera on Que Qingyan, staring at him through the lens.
She was trying to take a sneaky photo right when he turned the page. Through the lens, she saw Que Qingyan raise his arm and pinch his brow. It seemed like, for an instant, a small smile flashed on Que Qingyan’s face.
Sleeping well, Lin Mian woke up long after the lecture ended.
The class was completely empty. She looked at the time and thought to herself, Class ended 40 minutes ago, and I just now woke up…
Slowly rubbing her numb face, Lin Mian struggled to remember what exactly happened before she slept. Her forehead rested on the edge of the table.
She seemed to…
Following the span of a few moments, Lin Mian lifted her head from the table, snatched her notebook, and opened it.
After somewhat soberly reading the 4 pages, Lin Mian finally turned back to the notebook page that read “40,000-word reflection paper.” That page. She reflected solemnly for two whole minutes. She was on the verge of sobbing tears from regret.
This was definitely written by her. The bright pink words made it extremely obvious. These words were blatantly put up in front of Que Qingyan’s eyes. He definitely saw it.
The originally 20,000 words reflection paper was now doubled into 40,000 words and it had to be turned into him next week.
“…” Lin Mian slowly tore up the paper and serenely rolled the paper up into a ball.
Must destroy the evidence.
After leaving the lecture hall, instead of immediately returning to her apartment, she decided to take a casual stroll through the campus.
Seeing that nearby the campus’s library was a nest of kittens on a grassy field, Lin Mian found the pet food bowl hidden in the shrubs, lowered her head, pulled out cat food from her handbag, and squatted down.
Bathed in sunlight, the tiger spotted cat noticed Lin Mian and meowed, knowing that the time for food had arrived. Afterwards, the other cats, with great familiarity, began to surround the food bowl.
Lin Mian would regularly come here to feed the cats. Most of the cats within 100 meters were already familiar with her, so they began to crowd and rub her feet. The cats, demonstrating a sense of puffed-up flattery, would lightly lean their soft, fluffy tails on her ankles.
When she was halfway done with feeding the cats, her phone suddenly vibrated.
“Author, Mu Mian.” It was her editor’s voice on the phone. She appeared to be in a good mood and said, “I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?”
As she was feeding the cats, Lin Mian outright rejected the question. “I won’t listen. I won’t listen. I won’t listen.”
“…” Used to Lin Mian’s behavior, she pretended to not hear it. Folding her feedback forum in her hands, she said, “The good news is that the editorial board just met and due to the great reception by the readers of the manhua《Contracted Love》, we’re gonna start planning to serialize it into a book…”
Hearing these terrifying yet familiar words, Lin Mian’s heart jumped. She said in a trembling voice, “Don’t -”
As expected, a dreaded sentence soon followed. “The bad news is that this new book is planned to have some colored pages. This – this will take a couple of weeks.” Her editor hummed a little tune and said, her voice containing countless fluctuations, “Author Mu Mian, send it to me – when you’re done. Cheer up.”
Originally she had to write a 40,000-word reflection paper and now she had to draw additional colored pages…
Lin Mian was speechless. She retracted a little fish that was dangling over a cat’s mouth and with an ashen face, bit down on the dry fish.
The kitten raised its head and meowed.
Unable to bear the dismal silence, her editor added, “By the way, the fan mail and gifts are still in the editorial office. I’ll bring it to you someday when I’m free.”
Dead silence. Her editor curiously took a look at her phone. The other party had already hung up.
Her hands shaking after hanging up, Lin Mian crouched on the grass field beside the cat food bowl, numerous cats whining and meowing next to her feet. Coincidentally, her line of sight encountered Que Qingyan walking close by.
Judging by the direction he’s walking, he’s gonna go through here. Wait, he’ll surely encounter me.
This was unexpected. The matter from before regarding her falling asleep in his class had not been resolved. Now, it appeared that she would be confronted here. In addition, she had basically grabbed a blank check and handed it to him at his front door, saying “Professor Que, you can make me write as many words as you want, just write it down here.”
Lin Mian, thinking about what transpired in her mind, was close to crying.
Besides an old professor, Que Qingyan leisurely took steps, his body tall and upright. His slender legs were wrapped in deep black slacks. Lin Mian slightly raised her face and looked at him walking over and her emotions began taking over her reason. Those budding indecent thoughts that slipped through were soon decisively nipped.
The two people still haven’t noticed the person crouching in the grass. Then, the old professor gave a surprised “ah” sound. Que Qingyan’s eyes followed where the old professor was looking.
Lin Mian was crouching five steps away from them, still holding canned tuna fish in her arms.
Her eyes flashing with a guilty conscience, Lin Mian’s gaze paused on Que Qingyan. Her mouth opened in a half-cute, half-cautious manner.