The boy didn't expect her to refuse, he was stunned for a while, and insisted: "Sister, you don't have to be polite to me."
school girl...
Lin Mian also insisted: "It's really not necessary, I just find a place to sleep - no, just go to class."
Don't be kidding, she hasn't finished her 20,000-word self-criticism, and this time, if Que Qingyan finds out that she is sleeping in his class again, or in the third row, Xu Xiaotong's grades in this professional course will be forgotten.
The students who came to the class were still full. At a glance, there were basically no empty seats in the lecture theater that could accommodate hundreds of people. Lin Mian scanned the last row, and finally found the only vacant seat. He was about to walk over, but the next second, a girl with a SLR camera took the seat.
The DSLR girl took out the mini tripod from her bag, skillfully manipulated the angle of the camera, focused and adjusted the aperture in one go, and finally erected a textbook of "International Economic Law" on the table solemnly, which not only blocked the conspicuous part of the camera, but also skillfully A little bit of the lens was exposed.
Lin Mian: "..."
She finally knew how Professor Que's high-definition and no-dead-angle sneak photos on the campus forum of K University came about.
Now there is really no seat left.
People inherently sleep, either sitting up or standing up.
Lin Mian was able to bend and stretch, and thought for a second, then turned around and moved to the seat that the little boy had reserved for her before, and sat upright: "Thank you, senior."
"You're welcome." The boy put down half of the manga in his hand, and smiled embarrassedly, "Last time I caused you to be taken to the office by the professor, this time I will take your seat as an apology."
As class was approaching, the boy closed the comic book, revealing the painted cover. Before he put it away, Lin Mian took another look, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, so he sneaked another look.
This fancy cover…
This posture in the corner of the wall...
This unusually familiar style of painting...
Isn't this her cartoon?
She still remembers that this is one of the girls' pure love manga that is being serialized in her hand. Two months ago, the sixth booklet of the comic series came out. In order to cater for the publication of the booklet, Lin Mian took Fang Xuxu to stay for a week, and drew the coloring pages of the male and female protagonists, you, me, and me, as easter eggs for publication. I was forced to sign a hardcover autograph edition of 5,000 copies.
The sales volume of the single book was reprinted three times in the first month, breaking the 500,000 mark. On the cover of the reprinted manga, a sentence was added in bold red font: "The popular teenage cartoonist Mr. Mu Mian devoted himself to devotion, stirring the hearts of thousands of young girls! "
... agitated the hearts of thousands of girls. After receiving the sample from the editor, Lin Mian stared at the line of words in silence for three seconds, then turned her head and stuffed it into the depths of the bookcase.
Now the little boys in college...
Lin Mian's heart turned a thousand times, his eyes moved from the comic book all the way to the boy, hesitant to speak.
The boy noticed Lin Mian's indescribable gaze, reacted, and quickly explained: "No, no, don't get me wrong, I don't like to read this kind of girl comics."
Lin Mian had a look of "I understand, I understand", "It's okay, senior."
Knowing that she didn't believe it, the boy turned to the cover and showed her: "I just like this comic author, so I want to see her latest works."
Lin Mian was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"
"Mu Mian, the author of this cartoon." Seeing that she was at a loss, the boy gave her a science introduction with great interest, "She used to draw horror and horror comics on the Internet. I don’t know why I started drawing shoujo manga two years ago, and I haven’t filled in the pits I left before.”
"I just want to see how she draws now," the boy said with a look of pity, "I don't know why she doesn't continue to draw horror comics, but she draws pretty well."
Lin Mian listened silently before replying to him: "I think it might be because girl comics are more popular and make more money..."
The boy dismissed it: "How could she be such a superficial person."
"..." Superficial person: "Oh."
When he was still on the university campus, Lin Mian did serialize horror comics on a certain comic website. She usually likes to read all horror and suspense-related movies and books, and has also drawn comics with similar themes with a playful attitude. Although readers have received good responses, the audience is too small, and drawing horror comics alone cannot make much money. .
But that was a long time ago, and I didn't expect anyone to still think about it.
It's nice to be young.
With a pure and beautiful face on her face, Lin Mian sighed vicissitudes of life in her heart, and introspected herself for three seconds with complicated emotions, and started a deep miscellaneous thought about life. Smoke that doesn't exist.
Still thinking about it, the surrounding area where the people's voices were restless suddenly became quieter. She raised her eyes to see that Que Qingyan was talking to the assistant teacher with her face turned sideways, and the two walked into the classroom while talking.
Lin Mian's mind moved slightly, not willing to look away.
It's too conspicuous.
He walked with the young teaching assistant. Although they were not much different in age, they were set off with outstanding temperament.
Que Qingyan's life experience so far, she can memorize it backwards.
He used to be the best of the best. There are so many ignorant and ignorant second-generation officials in city B. When the rich wives talk about it in private, they treat it as a joke during afternoon tea, and only the young master of the Que family is famous. Wind review.
At that time, Lin Mian was still in junior high school, and occasionally listened to afternoon tea chats with Lin's mother. I heard that Que Shao had entered a prestigious domestic university for undergraduate studies when he was still in middle school, and I heard that he was still studying in a first-class overseas university. Master's degree, maybe I will stay there to study for a doctorate.
She'd seen him for a long time, done a lot of stupid stuff, and ended up with a self-criticism.
Now he doesn't know himself anymore.
Que Qingyan walked up to the podium, nodded and flipped through the lesson plans at hand, only glanced at them, and closed them again.
Lin Mian did not listen to his lectures carefully, but read other students' evaluations of Professor Que's teaching. Without exception, they were all praises and respects. They all said that his lectures were clear in logic, he was familiar with laws and cases, and his memory was so good that it was amazing. .
Her mind returned to the miscellaneous thoughts about her life just now, and she thought to herself, in fact, it would be nice to be a best-selling shoujo manga artist, as long as she can save enough money by drawing shoujo manga, then it’s okay not to draw horror manga in the future.
She has an ambitious life goal.
She wants to save enough money to support someone.
It's already class time, according to Lin Mian's original idea, she should be nestled in a small corner at this moment and prepare to have a sleep-in-the-sleep audition, but the reality is cruel and skinny, she still sits in the first seat this time. Three rows, still in the middle of the seats.
Que Qingyan could see her if he just paid attention, she dared not sleep under his nose no matter what she said.
Lin Mian sat down obediently and spread out her brand new notebook.
With such a serious study attitude, she gave herself five stars.
Lin Mian praised himself, and quietly fumbled into the handbag with one hand. After fumbling for a long time, he didn't find a pen, but a pink marker pen.
This is what she usually carries with her for drawing inspiration.
"..."
Lin Mian held the marker pen in his hand for a few seconds, then calmly took it out and put it next to the notebook.
Wait a while and pretend to take notes with a marker pen, he shouldn't be able to find out...
After everything was ready, Lin Mian held his face and listened attentively for a while.
Originally, his attitude was correct, but as he listened, his attention was a little diverted.
With only two rows of seats separated, Lin Mian could see Que Qingyan's every move up close.
His shirt is rolled up, the muscles on his forearm are smooth and distinct, his fingers are clean and slender as he pats on the edge of the table, his dark eyes are deep, and the way he looks down at people between lectures is ascetic and sexy. The male protagonist who can be drawn into a shoujo manga has a deadly interference ability everywhere.
The only downside...
Lin Mian pinched herself from below, and then she regained consciousness.
The only downside was that his voice was too hypnotic for her.
Walking humanoid sleeping pills.
Q: How is Professor Que's class
Answer: Very good...
sleep.
Lin Mian was so sleepy that he regretted it. She would rather sleep standing at the back of the classroom than sleeping in front of him for him to see, really.
Some time ago, she didn't feel sleepy when she was rushing to write and stayed up all night. When she couldn't sleep all night, she was able to dance soberly all night. Now when she heard his voice, all the drowsiness swept over her, and she couldn't stop it.
Que Qingyan seemed to glance at her.
She was still sitting in the third row, like a hamster that couldn't move its nest, her head was biting, her watery almond eyes were half closed, her face was full of sleepiness, and she was rubbing her eyes with difficulty.
When Que Qingyan saw her rubbing her eyes again, she blinked and looked at him.
He sees himself. Lin Mian's heart trembled, and she was so sleepy that she was about to cry. After weighing the pros and cons, she thought it would be better to say hello to someone.
So in the next second, Que Qingyan saw her lower her head and write something in the notebook, and after a few minutes she finally finished the work, and the next moment she stood the notebook upright in front of her face, with the writing side facing him.
On the first side, on the blank notebook, five correct words were written with a pink marker.
"Professor Que, hello."
Que Qingyan was still lecturing, but his voice paused slightly.
She turned another page.
Page 2: "I'm sorry, but I'm really sleepy."
Turn another page.
Page 3: "I was wrong, I will write a 40,000-word self-criticism."
the last page.
Page 4: "I'm really sorry!!!"
This time it was followed by three pink exclamation marks, and the guilt was beyond words.
Que Qingyan saw her eyes protruding from the back of the notebook, her eyes were moist, obedient and soft, and the tips of her ears were also red.
After finishing these, Lin Mian closed the notebook and put the markers aside.
She looked up at him guiltily, put her hands on the table, slowly bent down and lay down, shrinking into a hamster ball.
…began to sleep.