The atmosphere was strangely quiet for a few seconds, Lin Mian met the deep black eyes of the man in front of him, and shrank his fingers holding the cat can.
Que Qingyan's expression was calm at the moment, he didn't show any emotions or anger, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.
Lin Mian's heart skipped a beat when she saw his reaction, and her hot-blooded girl's heart instantly cooled down.
She recalled it. This is not the brainless girl comic she drew that is easily overthrown by the high-cold male god. The man in front of him is Que Qingyan. Usually, the little girl is a nympho in private and he will let him go. It is easy to write a review.
This is the truth she had learned from him many years ago.
After thinking silently three times that haste makes waste, Lin Mian hesitated for a moment, blinked his eyes and retreated to the next best thing: "If you are busy, I will go back first, so I won't disturb you..."
"Aren't you going back with your roommate?"
"Huh?" Lin Mian looked up in a daze, and after realizing it, he quickly whispered, "My roommates and the others have no classes in the afternoon, and they have already returned to the apartment early, and there are no roommates."
What roommate? nonexistent.
Her expression was too anxious and expectant, as if a child wanted sugar, and she was afraid that his next word would be rejection. Que Qingyan stared at her for two seconds, then turned away his eyes: "Let's go."
Lin Mian hadn't recovered yet: "... ah."
Que Qingyan stopped in his tracks, with a smile in his eyes, and asked, "Didn't you go along the way?"
Lin Mian stuttered suddenly: "Shun, Shun the way."
Realizing that the other party had acquiesced, Lin Mian looked at Que Qingyan's tall and straight back, touched his hot face at an angle that he couldn't see, and made up a tearful emoticon of biting a handkerchief. His steps were brisk, and his whole body was full of drama He obediently followed the people away.
As a best-selling teenage manga artist, Lin Mian has always known how to draw a provocative storyboard, how to push the flames to show the Su Dianmeng of teenage manga, even if the plot is single, she can still draw the most poignant interaction, every time He can always make fans scream.
But those who are close to her know that in fact, Lin Mian does not have a girlish heart.
Teacher Mu Mian's favorite thing to do is to watch horror movies, and the book he can't read the most is the girl comics he drew.
The editor also lamented more than once that other people more or less have their own emotional hobbies in it, but Mu Mian is a completely talented girl manga artist.
Sooner or later, the talent will be exhausted one day, and once it is exhausted, it will fall into a bottleneck period that all creators have a headache.
Lin Mian's bottleneck period is no longer a day or two. When it was the worst a while ago, she slept for no more than ten hours in total for three days, and she woke up in the middle of the night enough to play a Chinese Ghost Story with a white sheet on.
But after meeting Que Qingyan again by accident, the warm blood all over Lin Mian's body burned all the way to the tip of her heart, and the girl's heart revived.
Que Qingyan's car was parked not far away, he opened the door, Lin Mian's thin white fingers were on the cold handlebars, and he secretly glanced at him before getting into the car.
It happened that they looked at him across the sides of the dark car.
Que Qingyan didn't notice her subconscious concentration, tapped the roof of the car with her slender fingers, and said in a steady and calm voice, "Get in the car."
Lin Mian obediently opened the door and got into the car, not forgetting to fasten her seat belt, and sat upright with her eyes on the front.
This sitting posture is as serious as a driver's license test.
At dusk at the end of October, the outside temperature still couldn't drop, Que Qingyan turned on the air conditioner in the car, saw Lin Mian's upright sitting posture, and stopped driving.
There was no movement nearby, Lin Mian couldn't hold back, turned his head to look at him, and saw the man with one hand on the steering wheel, and stretched out his free hand to pull the storage compartment in the car. She looked along, and there were several small cartons of milk in the storage layer.
The dignified associate professor of the Department of Law of K University, a man with a mature charm in every gesture, the storage compartment in the car is nothing else... but a box of milk.
There were no other snacks in the car, and Que Qingyan didn't have the habit of being distracted while driving. These milks were bought by chance when he picked up Que Min at the airport two days ago. The little niece only drank one box, and left the rest in the car. .
Que Qingyan saw Lin Mian's doubts, and asked without explaining, "Drink milk?"
He gave it to her. Lin Mian's eyes glowed, and he thanked softly.
The milk carton was boxy and boxy, and she was not willing to drink it for a while. She just wanted to take the milk back and find a glass cabinet to exhibit as a collection. The exhibit was named: "Que Qingyan の Love Milk."
Hmm... draw another pink heart.
Lin Mian's heart was slightly sweet, and he took the milk in his hand and looked at it twice, and saw a line printed in English beside the carton:
Suggested age: one to three years old.
Lin Mian: "..."
The car started smoothly and drove out of the campus along the boulevard. Lin Mian's heart was beating fast, rubbing the edge of the milk box while racking his brains to think of topics, but before he could think of anything to strike up a conversation with, the other party spoke first.
"Listen to music?"
Listening to the voice, Que Qingyan's attitude turned out to be gentle. Lin Mian originally thought that it was the limit for her to go back with him, but he didn't expect that he would take the initiative to ask her.
Lin Mian shook his head, and replied very obediently: "It's only a short distance, I won't listen."
Que Qingyan responded, and asked calmly, "Will you want to sleep if you don't listen?"
"..." Lin Mian froze for a second and then collapsed, about to cry.
So he was waiting for her here?
Others beat a stick and then give the sweet dates, but he beats the sweet dates after giving them. A sap steadied Lin Mian's chaotic heartbeat, and by the way, wiped out all the charming reveries she had just been infatuated with.
She originally wanted to take advantage of the good atmosphere and mention by the way whether the 40,000-word self-criticism could be punished and the number of words reduced... Now it seems, fortunately, she didn't mention it.
With teary eyes, Lin Mian turned to look at the man: "Professor Que, I was wrong, I really really won't sleep in your class next time." After finishing speaking, he didn't think it was enough, and added firmly, "Really , I assure you!"
She apologized very sincerely, but Que Qingyan was a little surprised: "Huh?"
He really didn't have the bad habit of settling accounts after the fall. The words just now were just casual teasing, and had no other meaning. He didn't expect her to react so strongly.
The ending of the word "um" rose, with a slight hoarseness and hooking, and when Lin Mian heard it, it changed its meaning.
Translated as: How many promises have you made to me, but you still keep sleeping over and over again, is it worth apologizing now, huh
Lin Mian's heart fluttered and he wanted to bite the seat belt.
The road ahead happened to encounter a red light, and the car drove through the speed bump and stopped slowly. Que Qingyan turned his face and glanced at Lin Mian, his facial features contrasted with the twilight entering the window, and asked with a smile, "Am I so scary?"
Lin Mian was stunned for a moment, and quickly answered: "No..."
"I think that I may be strict with my students, but I don't speak harshly." After the red light ended, Que Qingyan looked away, "So don't be so cautious in front of me."
Lin Mian gave a slight "hmm".
No no, no.
How could it be restrained.
She thought to herself, if you knew what I thought about you, it might not be as simple as being harsh.
He treats her like a child, but she wants to...
cough.
Que Qingyan didn't pay attention to this side anymore, Lin Mian was idle and bored, took out his mobile phone to check the time, only to find that he had received a WeChat message.
[Xu Zhu: Junior sister!]
[Lin Mian: Brother!]
[Xu Zhu: Junior Sister, Senior Brother may have just experienced a memory loss. I don’t remember how you became my Junior Sister. Why don’t you explain, Junior Sister?]
Just now when Xu Zhu was hiding the truth for Lin Mian in front of Que Qingyan, both of them knew that he was not Lin Mian's senior brother.
Lin Mian is a student of the Academy of Fine Arts of S University. He joined the school debate team when he was in college, and Xu Zhu was also a member of it. The two once participated in a college debate league together, one for the second debate and the other for the third debate. Because of the different entry point of the argument, there was a disagreement on the spot.
Xu Zhu and Lin Mian were students in the same class of S University, but they were in different colleges. Now one graduated and became a cartoonist, and the other went to K Dalian to study for a master's degree in law.
Lin Mian explained a few words, and only briefly mentioned what she had asked for on Xu Tong's behalf.
He doesn't know I know he doesn't know, what about acting in a campus spy movie? After waiting for two minutes, Xu Zhu's message came back, which was an emoji of a row of candles.
[Lin Mian:?]
[Xu Zhu: There are not many people who dare to lie to the boss so blatantly. Let me light a candle for you in advance.]
The boss was referring to Que Qingyan.
Lin Mian put down his phone and looked at the man driving beside him with a guilty conscience.
Since Que Qingyan is Xu Zhu's mentor...
She suddenly thought of something, opened WeChat again, and typed a line sincerely.
[Xu Zhu: What do you want the boss's WeChat for? You don't really want to be my junior sister, do you?]
Lin Mian thought, no, I want to be your teacher's wife... of course it's just a dream.
After a while, Xu Zhu pushed Que Qingyan's WeChat to her.
Lin Mian looked at the WeChat that was pushed over, his thumb against the screen was a little hot, he hesitated for a moment, thanked Xu Zhu and then closed the WeChat.
... No, dare not add!
K University is only a 20-minute drive away from Lin Mian's apartment. Before the car entered the underground garage, she turned to Que Qing and said, "Professor Que, just put me down here." Finally, she said seriously, "Thank you."
Que Qingyan looked at her.
The elevator in the underground garage can go directly to all floors, but she has to get off in front of the building. Lin Mian paused, then whispered, "I want to run two laps."
calm down…
She blushed slightly, opened her eyes and said nonsense: "Strong, keep fit."
The two separated in front of the apartment building, and Lin Mian really ran around the single building of the apartment building twice. When he got home, he collapsed on the sofa panting for breath, blushing even more after exercising.
She poked open WeChat and looked at a strange profile picture, the WeChat name was Que.
To add or not to add
Lin Mian is cruel, let's do it.
Before adding, she made preliminary preparations, and replaced the profile picture with the words "There is no fatal one" with a fresh and sweet Japanese style, and deleted all the circle of friends that might reveal the real information, leaving a piece of time Quiet and peaceful life style.
After clicking on the friend application, she rolled around on the sofa a few times, curled up into a pancake with her mobile phone in her arms.
After Lin Mian calmed down, she sat up and stared at the screen silently with her face propped up.
Five minutes, nothing happened.
Ten minutes, nothing happened.
half an hour…
Still nothing.
"..."
I also know that Que Qingyan will not add strangers.
Lin Mian was silent for a few seconds, then stood up abruptly, put down her phone, and decided to put aside the worldly affairs and take a bath to calm down.
After she came out of the bathroom while wiping her hair, she resisted the desire to fish for the phone on the sofa, and went to the kitchen to cook a pot of soup.
The soup was still simmering, Lin Mian, with her wet hair on her head, slowly rubbed against the edge of the sofa, her movements slowed down several times, she slowly swiped open the phone screen, slowly opened WeChat, slowly...
After a moment of silence, Lin Mian said, "Ahhh—"
Friend request approved! !
Several fireworks exploded in Lin Mian's mind in an instant. Looking at the dialog box that passed, his fingertips hung in the air on the screen, and he didn't know what to say for a while.
Enduring the violent heartbeat, she sent a sentence:
[Professor Que, hello.]
Quite satisfactory, nothing below.
Then what…
She is Xu Tong now, do you want to talk about some topics that law majors should talk about
Lin Mian imagined in his mind a serious dialogue between you and me for case analysis, which crossed out this possibility.
What if she wasn't Xu Tong? If it's her own...
This week, he almost fell off the horse in front of Que Qingyan several times in a row, could he have noticed it? It would be better if I confessed to him and admitted my mistake now than if he found out by then... right.
After much deliberation, Lin Mian decided to ask Xu Zhu first, so he poked into the latter's conversation list sincerely.
[Lin Mian: Xu Zhu, if I confess to Professor Que that I have been lying to him all along, what will be... the consequences?]
Xu Zhu returned quickly.
[Xu Zhu: My boss is not a grudge.]
Lin Mian breathed a sigh of relief, and just about to exit the chat box and have a heart-to-heart conversation with Que Qingyan, when the other party came back.
[Xu Zhu: He is not human when he holds grudges.]
Lin Mian: "..."
At this time, Que Qingyan just replied to the message after a few minutes.
[Que: What?]
Lin Mian looked at the cold word "how" and recalled Xu Zhu's words again, holding back thousands of words in front of the desire to survive.
What can I say...
Thirty seconds later.
[Lin Mian: Wechat business to find out.]