Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 52
I just remembered that when I first came to the office, I heard that the group had a regular dinner every Monday, but there were too many things a while ago, so no one mentioned it.

Now that all the things that should be dealt with have been dealt with, and the opening of the competition is going smoothly, the dinner party on Monday is naturally on the agenda again.

She doesn't spend much time with everyone, and Jian Anran doesn't like such group activities very much.

But thinking that I had already declined once when I first came, it seemed that I was a bit out of place if I refused again this time.

After hesitating for a moment, she nodded.

"Great!" Mi Yingying happily took out her mobile phone, "I have to make a reservation with the boss first, their store is very popular recently"

"That," Wen Siheng said suddenly, and everyone turned their heads to look at him, "I'll go too."

Song Qi's hand that was still typing on the keyboard stopped for an instant, Mi Yingying suddenly raised her head and opened her mouth wide open as if she had encountered a ghost during the day.

Even Xiangyi, who had just opened the door and came in, was stunned for a moment, the hand that was about to reach out to close the door was hanging in the air.

Sensing the suddenly frozen atmosphere in the office, Wen Siheng smiled awkwardly, "Aren't you welcome?"

"No, no, no!" Mi Yingying quickly denied, "Then I'll make a reservation for five."

Xiangyi couldn't help but cast her eyes on Jian Anran, frowned slightly between her brows, then unfurled them, and said with a curved smile, "Good morning, everyone."

The postgraduate semester started at the end of August, and it has been a full month now.

In the past month, Wen Siheng had been politely turned down when calling back for a dinner party. It was surprising that he even offered it this time.

Mi Yingying was eager to find someone to gossip about, looked up and saw Song Qi was immersed in her own little world, curled her lips, she turned her head and looked at Xiangyi who took out a small mirror to touch up makeup just after sitting down, shook her head Shaking his head, he turned his target to Jane Anran.

"Hey, why do you think our Professor Wen is uncharacteristically, why did he suddenly want to have dinner together?" Mi Yingying looked in the direction of the small office.

"He never participated in our activities before."

Jian Anran shook her head like a sieve, "I don't understand him."

"Sister," Xiangyi smiled and waved at her, "Please come here."

After looking at each other with Mi Yingying, although Jian Anran hesitated, she stood up and walked in front of Xiangyi. What opened on the computer screen was the first draft of the opening ppt that she had compiled.

Xiangyi looked up, with the usual slight smile on his lips.

"It's nothing, just how can the format of this ppt be in widescreen? The school girl has never given a presentation before?"

"Is there any problem with the wide screen? Now computers are basically in this display format." Jian Anran asked at a loss.

"Ah?" Xiangyi's eyes were wide open, and she half covered her mouth with her hand, her expression a little exaggerated.

She made a fuss and said, "I thought this kind of basic literacy was necessary for architectural students."

"When we bid, we need to print out text materials, and the leaders present at the meeting need to have a copy."

"The printed format is basically A3, why is there a widescreen display, this will bring a lot of trouble to the follow-up students—"

It is self-evident that the person responsible for subsequent supplements and revisions is appropriate.

It implies that she is not well-educated and has caused a lot of trouble to others.

Although she felt uncomfortable, Jian Anran still "hmm".

"Sorry, I'll change it now."

"Hey——" Xiangyi sighed, "This will affect the progress in the future."

With the corners of her mouth barely curved, Jian Anran said with a stiff smile, "I'll do it as soon as possible."

Not wanting to hear Xiangyi's teasing and teasing, Jian Anran opened the ppt and began to revise it crazily.

During the lunch break, Mi Yingying came up to her, "Sisters, are you going to eat together?"

Shaking her head, Jian Anran refused: "I want to fix the ppt first during my lunch break."

Looking up at that time, everyone else in the office had already left.

Mi Yingying patted her on the shoulder, leaned into her ear and said, "Don't pay too much attention to Xiangyi, she always likes to choke others, this matter is not so urgent."

After hearing Jian Anran say "it's okay" twice, Mi Yingying turned her head three times and finally went to eat in peace.

After finishing the ppt, she went to the vending machine downstairs to buy a bottle of drink. When Jane Anran came back, she found a sandwich and a bottle of chocolate oat milk on the seat.

Looking back, the lights in the small office were already dimmed.

When the sandwich was unpacked, the others had just returned from their meal. Seeing that Jian Anran was biting into the sandwich, Mi Yingying picked up the shopping bag in her hand and shook it.

"I originally wanted to bring something for the junior, but I didn't expect the junior to be prepared."

"Takeaway." Jian Anran said with a smile, "Senior Xiangyi, I have sent the ppt to your email address, please check when you are free."

Xiangyi responded by pulling out the chair and sitting down, opened the file and browsed it several times, but couldn't find any thorns, so he could only continue to deepen on the original basis.

As soon as he walked into the office, Wen Siheng just heard Mi Yingying shouting: "Registration is closed! The list of participating studios is out!"

Presumably in order to increase the enthusiasm of the competition, the organizer specially compiled a list, which listed the major design institutes and studios participating this time.

"ZH studio?" Mi Yingying called out the name almost in a screaming state.

When she turned her head and saw Wen Siheng standing behind, she was startled, Mi Yingying dodged to the side, staggered and almost fell.

After standing still, she raised the phone screen in front of him, "Teacher, look! ZH also wants to participate in this competition!"

Glancing at the screen, Wen Siheng's eyes flashed a gloomy light.

"Then it seems that we have to work harder." Then he came back to his senses, and he put on that commercial smile.

The reputation of ZH Studio in the industry is resounding throughout the sky, and the main creator ZH is the first female winner of the Pritzker Architecture Prize since its inception. The status can be imagined.

There is a high probability that ZH will not personally participate in the design of this level of competition, but the name of the studio is enough to create a lot of momentum for this competition.

Even Song Qi couldn't help sighing. In recent years, ZH studio can be said to have swept the bidding and competitions of major projects, and almost won every battle.

He glanced back in the direction of the small office, the louver grille hadn't been pulled up, and Wen Siheng was still flipping through the magazine calmly inside, thinking that his group might just be the denominator.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, everyone started to save files and shut down their phones to pack up their things. The reserved place for dinner was a newly opened izakaya not far from the school, and they planned to take the subway together.

"You guys go first, I'll drive, and I'll be there later." Wen Siheng put away his things leisurely.

Going down to the bottom of the building, everyone curiously probed towards the parking lot.

Sure enough, it was the two-seater sports car.

The scale of the izakaya is not large, except for a row of bars around the console, there are only a few small tatami tables.

There are only five people in their group, and a table is crowded enough to sit down.

The three or five tall and strong foreigners next to them were different. They struggled to squeeze in two tables.A closer look reveals that there are several oriental faces among them.

The other party was in high spirits, talked loudly, and had a loud voice. Jian Anran and the others leaned close to each other's ears to hear each other's words clearly.

Even Xiangyi couldn't help frowning, the boss at the bar was hesitant to speak, and it was difficult to stop him directly.

As soon as the direction of the door was illuminated, Wen Siheng opened the wooden door of the izakaya and came in. He was stunned when he saw the people at the table next to him.

"Hey Jere, it's that you? What a nice surprise!" (Is that you, Jere? What a surprise!) The foreigner near the door suddenly shouted excitedly.

　Pritzker Architecture Prize: It is the highest international award in the field of architecture. Generally speaking, it is equivalent to the Oscars of architecture.

　　
　
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