In the dim bedroom, a quilt was curled up on the soft and spacious bed.
The cell phone that was thrown under the bed had been ringing for almost half an hour, and it was still ringing relentlessly at this moment. Lin Mian struggled for dozens of seconds under the quilt, and finally stretched out his arms and groped under the bed, and fished out the cell phone. come up.
After answering the phone, the other party's voice was cold: "Mr. Mu Mian, do you know what the day after tomorrow is?"
Lin Mian was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, buried his whole face in the pillow, put the phone loosely against his ear, and said in a muffled voice, "Grandma, I didn't go to bed until four or five in the morning, there is true love everywhere in the world." , can you give me a way to survive?"
The editor at the other end refused: "No, I gave you a way to survive, who will give me a way to survive? The editor-in-chief has put a knife on my neck these two days, and said that he can't rush your manuscript any more, so let me submit it." Go see her."
After finishing speaking, he still asked with concern: "Why did you go to bed so late, are you still stuck in the bottleneck period?"
"It wasn't last night..." Thinking about it gave me a headache. Lin Mian turned over, with a nasal voice, "I was thinking about how to write a review last night."
"Write a review???"
Lin Mian replied quietly: "It's been a long time since I wrote, I'm a little rusty."
She has written two self-criticisms since she was so old, and both are because of the same person.
After hanging up the phone, Lin Mian lay dead in bed like a salted fish for five minutes, and finally struggled to touch the button at the head of the bed. The curtains were slowly opened in response, and the sun was already shining brightly outside the window.
She pulled her slippers out of bed and stepped into the thick soft carpet. At a glance, there were messy drawings scattered everywhere on the carpet, as well as a few dug-out movie discs.
Lin Mian couldn't fall asleep in the middle of the night yesterday, so he turned on the computer and wrote a 3,000-word sleep experience seriously. The love is sincere, every word is crying blood, I really can't make it up, so I stopped to find a few movies to watch, and finally fell asleep to the background sound of "Midnight Ring".
Que Qingyan's stern and indifferent expression flashed in her mind, and she thought bitterly, why didn't he let her write about insomnia, she was good at insomnia, and could write double the number of words.
Lin Mian stooped to put the disc away, and put it in the drawer of the bedside table. The waste manuscripts on the floor were also packed up and thrown into the wastebasket. After doing all this, she dialed another phone, and after two rings, she got through.
Lin Mian said affectionately, "Xuxu!"
Fang Xuxu froze for a moment, then responded affectionately: "Teacher!"
"Xuxu, I miss you so much!"
"..." The sudden confession was ruthlessly exposed: "Teacher, is it time for you to hand in the manuscript the day after tomorrow? Didn't you remember to call me after being urged by the editor?"
"Xuxu, so I am like this in your heart." Lin Mian was so hurt, "Just now when I woke up and saw the bright morning light outside the window, the first thing I thought of was you, the morning sun is just like you..."
"The sun has long gone, it's almost twelve o'clock at noon, teacher."
"..."
Fang Xuxu has long been used to the other party's nervousness. She remembered that when she first found out that she was hired as Teacher Mu Mian's personal assistant, she had been excited for three nights, imagining countless ways to take steps together with the idol she admired. Possibility to succeed in life.
But she was wrong, very wrong.
The first time the two met was in Lin Mian's rented apartment. Before being welcomed in, in Fang Xuxu's imagination, this should be an exchange full of comics and dreams. Who knew that as soon as she entered the living room, she had a face-to-face meeting with the female ghost in white that was suspended on the TV screen. And the mature and intellectual teacher Mu Mian in her fantasy had a pure and harmless face, apologizing to her softly: "I'm sorry, I was watching a horror movie just now, and I forgot to turn it off."
Fang Xuxu looked at those watery almond eyes, and instantly felt that he was not here to be a manga assistant, but to be a little girl's nanny.
Mu Mian, a best-selling girl cartoonist on the job, regularly serializes comics in the well-known girl's main comic magazine "Sugar Heart", ranking first in the magazine's readers' votes all the year round, and the published booklets are even more popular.
Such a teenage cartoonist, whose hobby is watching horror movies, would not believe anyone she told.
Lin Mian just changed the address of her apartment recently. For convenience, she rented an apartment not far from K University. Usually, Fang Xuxu would send the draft to Lin Mian directly after finishing his work as an assistant, and only when the deadline was approaching the deadline would he come to Lin Mian to revise the draft face to face.
Fang Xuxu got a new address, but when she rushed over, she was stopped by security guards at the gate of the community.
The location of the apartment is quiet in the center of the city, the environment is quiet, and the security is stricter than other places. Fang Xuxu could only make a phone call to Lin Mian. The latter had just finished his first meal after waking up, his hair was uncombed, and he came down to pick up someone with a bag of milk in his mouth and a coat.
Fang Xuxu was also stuffed with a bag of milk by Lin Mian, and the two entered the elevator in the apartment building. Just as Lin Mian pressed the floor, the elevator door was pushed open again.
"I have a tricky case in my hand, an economic lawsuit involving upstream and downstream capital chains, and I won at least this amount." The speaker was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, wearing a champagne tie, and entered the elevator while talking. "You only took one case in half a year. I've been begging you for so long. You have to think about it anyway?"
The voice of the person who responded was very familiar: "Are you here to discuss the case with me today?"
The champagne tie let out a "wow": "Old friend, let's catch up and talk about the case, you are so ruthless, Young Master Que!"
"puff-"
After seeing clearly who the other person came in, Lin Mian choked a mouthful of milk into his throat, shook his shoulders and coughed violently for more than ten seconds.
"Teacher, what's wrong with you?" Fang Xuxu was frightened by her, and patted her on the back, "Are you all right?"
Lin Mian coughed so hard that she couldn't utter a word, so she could only pat the other person's arm suggestively, signaling her to stop talking.
Fang Xuxu thought she was distressed and drank a few mouthfuls of milk, and said, "It's okay, I still have a bag here, teacher, did you choke?"
What kind of teacher! ! !
Who is the teacher! ! ! ! !
Lin Mian finally regained his composure, his eyes filled with tears from coughing, looked at his assistant seriously, and whispered: "Just joking in the dormitory, I only taught you how to play mahjong once, don't call me teacher …”
Fang Xuxu: "..." What the hell
It's a low voice, but the tone is controlled within the range that everyone in the elevator can hear. Then Lin Mian looked at Que Qingyan with a little surprise in his eyes: "Professor Que, what a coincidence that I can meet you here."
The reaction is so fast and the acting is so natural, Lin Mian gave himself a perfect score.
Fang Xuxu looked over, his eyes straightened.
Que Qingyan seemed to have just returned from business, and was dressed very formally. His shirt and trousers complemented his original tall and slender figure, and his brows and eyes were full of deep brilliance, making him unmistakably mature and charming. He looked down at Lin Mian, and replied, "No class today?"
He is not a very cold person, but his temperament is natural, even if he talks a few more words with others, it will make people feel a sense of distance between superior and inferior.
"No class." Lin Mian shook his head sincerely, and explained obediently, "I moved out from school with two roommates and rented an apartment here. I didn't expect to meet you."
Although this is a single apartment building, the housing price in such a location and environment is ridiculously high, and the rental price is not cheap. How reasonable it is for her and two roommates, a total of three people, to share a high-priced single apartment near the school.
Lin Mian gave himself a perfect score.
Fang Xuxu: "..." What? Play? meaning? Son
During the conversation, Que Qingyan pressed the lights on the floors, and the bright numbers were jumping up floor by floor. Lin Mian glanced quietly and saw that the lights on the eighth floor and the tenth floor were both on.
She lives on the eighth floor, so he lives on the tenth floor.
Lin Mian's heart shrank when he looked at the two floors that were very close to each other. The mind of the girl cartoonist opened up countless possibilities in an instant.
Those who are close to the water first get the moon.
Near the water tower…
Lin Mian's mind swayed, and a sentence flashed clearly: near the water, knowing the root and the bottom, 200,000 words.
The thumping little heart snapped back.
The elevator stopped steadily on the eighth floor. Lin Mian turned to look at Que Qing and said, "Professor Que, let's go first."
Fang Xuxu watched the elevator doors slowly close, and then asked Lin Mian in a daze, "Teacher, have you signed up for any class recently?" What professor? What class
With lingering fear in his heart, Lin Mian tore open the package of another bag of milk: "Almost, almost wrote a 200,000-word self-criticism."
If Que Qingyan knew that she was not his student at all, and even remembered who she was... then it might be more than 20,000, and she was afraid that she would ask for 200,000 for a review.
Fang Xuxu swore that since she became an assistant, she had never seen Teacher Mu Mian act as obediently in front of anyone as before, and asked, "Teacher, are you afraid of that man?"
Lin Mian opened the door halfway, shook his head and sighed melancholy.
Not only is she not afraid of him...
I even want to sleep with him a little bit.
She just thought about it, and thought she would not break the law.
The elevator was still going up, the champagne tie was holding the gift box in one hand, and the other hand was in the trouser pocket, and he said casually: "You student is really cute. You have such a big reaction when you see the professor."
The elevator door opened on the tenth floor, Que Qingyan paused, and smiled imperceptibly: "I scared her before."
As the deadline approached at the end of the month, Lin Mian was bored in the apartment day and night to catch up on the draft for two days. Fang Xuxu also ran back and forth for two days, and finally handed in the draft in time.
On the night of the deadline, Lin Mian handed in the manuscript, changed his WeChat signature to "I am missing, transfer money if something happens", unplugged the network cable by himself, turned off the phone, rolled into bed and slept continuously for more than ten hours.
When I woke up again, it was already late at night the next day. At this time, the convenience stores in the community may not be open, and there is nothing to eat in the refrigerator, Lin Mian sighed while boiling milk.
Miserable, too miserable.
She flipped through the memo and suddenly remembered that there was something even worse.
She only wrote 3,000 words of the 20,000-word sleep experience.
I haven't finished writing my experience, but I still have to attend the class. Lin Mian made up her mind to find a small hidden corner to hide and sleep this time, preferably in the blind spot of Que Qingyan's line of sight, since he can't see her, she can sleep at ease.
Lin Mian thought beautifully. When she went to class as usual that day, she didn't reserve a seat several hours in advance as usual, but counted the amphitheater that she arrived fifteen minutes before class, and when she was about to search for a seat in the back row, she saw He caught a glimpse of someone waving at her.
She thought about this person for more than ten seconds before realizing that it was the little boy sitting next to her last week.
"Sleeping God!" The boy pointed to the seat, "Here! I have a seat for you."
He was in the third row, right in the middle, with a seat reserved for her.
Lin Mian: "..."
Who is Sleeping God?
The boy thought for a while, and changed his address: "Sister, here!"
"..." Let's call it Sleeping God, thank you.
Lin Mianmu had a tender face of a schoolgirl, and said, "No, thank you senior."