Regarding the fact that Que Qingyan happened to live in the same apartment as Lin Mian, Bai Jiayi spent tens of minutes digesting it on the sofa before recovering.
Miss Bai looked up at the white ceiling, unable to speak: "Why does he live here?"
Why…
Lin Mian went to the kitchen to peel an apple, cut it into small pieces and put it in a bowl, biting it and said vaguely, "Because it's so close to K...and what's so bad about living here?" Mouth silently added, "You can see me if you live here."
"... Mianbao," Bai Jiayi reminded her, "I can see what you're talking about."
Lin Mian handed the fruit bowl to Bai Jiayi, went to the study and took out the laptop, and then nestled into the sofa: "It's hard to get close to the water, I'm not the kind of person who is not moved by beauty."
The tone was actually a little proud.
Now Bai Jiayi really wants to know how Que Qingyan will react if he hears that someone regards him as a beauty. She looked at Lin Mian who was concentrating on typing on the keyboard, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"
Lin Mian's expression immediately collapsed: "Writing a review."
Four, ten thousand, words.
The last time Lin Mian wrote a self-criticism was when she graduated from the third year of junior high school, and she only wrote about a thousand words in an eloquent manner. Counting it, it was the first time she had written 40,000 words.
After a few days of rushing, she almost read the self-criticism model essays hanging on the Internet, gathered the strengths of hundreds of schools, and blended the writing styles of elementary school students and middle school students, and finally put together a self-criticism with a strange style of writing. After finishing it, Lin Mian printed the finished manuscript into a book and nearly wept with joy while holding the nearly 40-page review paper.
"With your expression, those who didn't know would think you were writing a love letter." Bai Jiayi put on a mask beside him, "It's so close, why don't you just go upstairs and give it to him? What else can you do by the way."
The words are very ambiguous.
Lin Mian looked melancholy and melancholy: "I also want to go upstairs and do something." According to Girl Man's routine, she should have knocked on his door wearing only thin pajamas.
But she dared not.
And even though they lived in the same apartment building, she and Que Qingyan never met each other.
Not to mention that she couldn't meet him in the elevator when going up and down the stairs, even once she deliberately calculated the time for him to finish class and stayed in the garden downstairs, she couldn't catch him. Thinking about it this way, only in class can I see him openly.
The class of International Economic Law, from the beginning of the class to the present, is full of seats in every class, without exception.
This time, Lin Mian finally chose the window seat in the back row. The seat is secluded and can hear Que Qingyan's voice, which is the most suitable for sleeping.
She didn't go to sleep right away, but propped her head up to force herself, and didn't listen to the lectures, only watching people.
The man on the podium is analyzing a case of international commercial law. The logic is clear, the list is detailed, and the voice is cold. Occasionally, some students ask questions about the details. He can accurately describe a certain law, even the revision of the bill. The dates are all recalled and the score is not bad.
From time to time, girls in the back row could hear whispered discussions, suppressing the excitement that was almost unbearable.
Being far away, Lin Mian couldn't see Que Qingyan's expression clearly, so he could only take a rough look. This kind of blurred distance is the most annoying. You can see the collar of the shirt clearly, but you can't see the line of the neck, you can see the outline of the sleeves, and you can't see the clear finger bones... The more you look at it, the more itchy your heart becomes, and even sleep makes people feel dull tasteless.
She was about to cry with regret.
You shouldn't be sitting in the back row, at least you can see Que Qingyan if you sit in the front, even if you accidentally fall asleep in front of him, it doesn't matter.
Lin Mian deeply believes that she is an activist. After repeatedly confirming that no one will pay attention to this corner, she took out her mobile phone with a calm face, unlocked the screen, clicked on the camera to take a picture, and zoomed in on the picture with her fingertips.
On the screen of the mobile phone is the center of the magnified podium, and the screen is clearly focused on Que Qingyan.
He happened to be answering the students' questions in the front row. He stared at the other person with his dark and quiet eyes. Looks like a cartoon.
Immediately afterwards, the man raised his eyes and scanned the front seat, paused, and turned his gaze to the back seat.
Hearing the girl behind her whispering softly, Lin Mian suddenly felt guilty. Just as she was about to put away her phone, she saw the person being photographed on the screen looking towards her in the right direction. She looked at Que Qingyan for two seconds across the screen and clearly saw He narrowed his eyes slightly.
saw her.
He found Lin Mian at a glance in the crowd. Lin Mian's heartbeat was beating like a drum, his mind went blank, and the scorching hot sensation kept rushing up from his toes. She held her breath slightly, not knowing how to react.
Suddenly, a white light flashed in front of his eyes.
Even the people in the front row turned around belatedly. Lin Mian looked down and realized that he had pressed the camera button.
flash…
Forgot to turn it off.
"..."
Ahhh? ! !
Lin Mian was in a hurry, wishing he could jump out of the window and disappear completely.
moment.
"Law class two and three, Xu Tong." Que Qingyan's voice sounded, neither fast nor slow, and the meaning was unclear, "Stay here after class."
Coffee is brewed in the clean and bright office, and a mellow coffee aroma is faintly permeated. A half-read case file was spread out on the mahogany table, and a black pen was put aside. Que Qingyan unscrewed the pen and signed his name on the cover of the thesis.
"Thank you so much, teacher." Xu Zhu put away the paper, "I used the recommendation letter you gave me before, and the law firm agreed to give me a three-month internship, and asked me to ask if you are free recently. "
"I'll be busy recently." Que Qingyan responded with a steady tone, "I still have a student here. Is there anything else?"
Xu Zhu hurriedly said, "It's all right."
When passing by Lin Mian who was waiting at the side, Xu Zhu stopped for a while, winked at her and asked with his mouth, "Why are you here?"
Lin Mian also mouthed back: "You, care, then, um, many."
It was too embarrassing, so she didn't say it.
In fact, Lin Mian didn't mind coming to Que Qingyan's office for the second time.
The premise is... she is not here for training.
After Xu Zhu left, Lin Mian obediently handed the midterm paper and review to Que Qingyan, and said in a low voice, "Professor Que, this is my midterm paper and the previous review..."
Strictly speaking, the word count for this review is not full.
For the 40,000-word review, Lin Mian worked desperately to scrape together 34,000, and left over 6,000 words for the "Teacher's Talk" that she copied ten times. On the last page, she even drew a lifelike cartoon villain in the blank space. Son, the little girl knelt on the ground with a remorseful expression, and a dialog box was handwritten next to it.
Left League: Repent, rehabilitate and repent.
Right couplet: Put down the butcher's knife and change your mind.
Hengpi: Professor Que, I was really wrong.
"..." Que Qingyan tapped on the page number, stopped on the last page, lingered for a few seconds, and called her, "Xu Tong."
The review was so obvious that he must have seen it.
Lin Mian worried: "Huh?"
He pressed his forehead and asked, "Is my class so sleepy?"
This question was not a scolding question, Que Qing said it in a flat tone, Lin Mian thought it over and confirmed that it was an ordinary question.
"no… "
In fact, I only sleep in your class until now. I never slept in other classes when I was in college.
Of course, Lin Mian was still afraid of death, and her longing for life stopped her, so she didn't dare to say these words in the end.
She changed her words: "Otherwise, I will sign a guarantee letter for you. If I do it again, I will..." After thinking for a moment, she blurted out, "I don't want the usual credit for this class."
"No need." Que Qingyan closed the review book, glanced at Lin Mian, and said calmly, "There will be no next time."
The punishment has also passed, and the review has also been written. Small punishments and big warnings, he never believes in corporal punishment education, and the requirements for undergraduate students are lower than those for master and doctoral students. This 40,000-word review punishes a sophomore student, which is serious.
Lin Mian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she raised her eyes to look at Que Qingyan.
What do you mean there is no next time
He won't be angry...
Lin Mian's expression at the moment was obedient and soft, his lower lip was bitten red, and against the sharp black eyes, the word "uneasy" was pasted in capital letters on his whole face.
Que Qingyan has supervised many students and fought many cases in court. Sometimes when his momentum cools down, he is really aggressive. When defending in court, his every word is the sharpest blade. But so far, no one who knew him was so afraid of him as she was.
Restrained and cautious, like a child, for fear of offending him.
"What I mean is," he laughed, looking against the light outside the window, there were some dim lights in his eyes, "this time it's fine. But there will be no next time, understand?"
The tone of this sentence is low and gentle, like a hand caressing the heart, with the strength to grasp the lifeblood, the heart is sore and soft.
From her point of view, you can see Que Qingyan's well-defined chin and slender neck, and the rest of the scene is hidden in the collar button. He put down the inspection, and the shirt pulled out a few folds along with the muscle lines inside. .
The unspeakable abstinence is provocative, and it has a mature charm different from that of young boys.
The tips of Lin Mian's ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. She curled up her fingers, feeling that a string in her brain was snapped.
"Professor Que," she didn't want to move her eyes, her mouth moved faster than her mind, "Has anyone ever told you that you are good-looking?"