Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 59 Guest Lecturer
"Ms. Xu, do you know An Ran?" The counselor asked in surprise when he saw Belly coming over.

"That's right, just met once." Belly said lightly, then turned and left.

After the arrangement was completed, the venue was quickly crowded with many architectural students who came here admiringly.

The name of ZH Studio is there, and it is almost a star studio that almost all architecture students dare not think about.

In this way, one of the main creators of the studio stood in front of him to share his experience, and everyone wanted to come in and listen to the opportunity he couldn't wait for.

"Okay, everyone be quiet, the students who come from behind quickly find a place to sit down." The counselor stood on the stage to control the field.

"Everyone may already know that today's teacher is one of the main designers of ZH Studio, a well-known firm, Mr. Xu Nianhe."

Yesterday, she only heard other people calling Belly, Belly, and Jian Anran only now knew that her name was Xu Nianhe.

Xu Nianhe, Nianhe.

Although she didn't have a good impression of her, Jian Anran couldn't help feeling secretly that she had a nice name.

Amid the applause of the crowd, Xu Nianhe walked gracefully to the stage.

The students below were chattering. Although everyone seemed to have no stereotypes about the appearance of female architects, they couldn't help being surprised.

With such an outstanding resume coupled with such an outstanding appearance, I have to secretly lament the injustice of the world.

Some people are born with a door opened by God and two more windows opened by the way.

"Hey, God must have laid bricks on my doors and windows." Ning Beibei shook her head.

Xu Nianhe began to share her past study experience on stage, unlike Wen Siheng who only went abroad when she was an adult.

Just after finishing primary school, Xu Nianhe was sent by his family to study in the UK, all the way from junior high school to Ph.D.

Soon after graduation, she received offers from various firms, but she finally chose ZH because she personally admires ZH's career achievements as a female architect.

Hearing this, Jian Anran seemed to have some new and different views on Xu Nianhe.

Jian Anran doesn't know much about her past love life, but what is certain is Xu Nianhe's career achievements.

It doesn't mean that after graduation, she entered a star firm or a high-end studio to be successful, but she has her own ideas and strong will, and such a broad platform is just a springboard for her career.

She thought that the people on stage were just the lucky ones.

Such a group of people were fortunate enough to be born in wealthy families and enjoy superior education since they were young, so they were able to embark on a smooth journey in life.

Although it is undeniable that part of the reason is true.

But when she heard Xu Nianhe sharing her personal views on ZH, Jian Anran felt the same.

When they were sophomores, they once visited a well-known local design institute with their teachers.

What left a deep impression on Jian Anran was not the depressive environment where everyone was silent in front of the computer, nor the relatively high starting salary of the building, but the seriously unbalanced ratio of men and women.

Almost one or two girls can barely be seen out of ten boys, but looking at their undergraduates, it is obvious that the ratio of male to female is one to one.

Many people ridiculed that the threshold of the major local design institutes is that it needs to be a man.

The industry defaults that girls cannot endure this hardship, cannot endure this crime, cannot be added to this class, and cannot be placed on such a construction site.

As the first woman in the world to win the "Oscar of Architecture" Pritzker Architecture Prize, ZH herself is a powerful example of breaking such prejudice.

Xu Nianhe insists on such a belief in this industry that is already declining.

So is Jane Anran.

After sharing his growth history, Xu Nianhe said a lot of words to encourage architecture students.

"Hey, do you know how this teacher was invited by the school?" Zhou Yun in the front row turned her head and gossiped. She lived next door to Jian Anran's original dormitory.

"What what?" Hearing someone gossip, Ning Beibei immediately moved her ears closer.

"I heard from a senior who is a postgraduate student that this teacher was invited by our Professor Wen."

"That's so unusual." Ning Beibei didn't take it seriously, "You didn't hear that she came back from England."

"I haven't finished yet, what are you in a hurry for?" Zhou Yun lowered her head pretending to be mysterious, and whispered.

"I heard that she is Professor Wen's predecessor."

"Help? What else?"

Ning Beibei secretly glanced at Jian Anran, seeing that she wasn't very surprised, nudged Jian Anran with her elbow, and scolded her with her eyes: You don't tell me if you know!
Shrugging helplessly, Jian Anran glanced at Ning Beibei, leaned into Ning Beibei's ear and whispered: "I just found out not long ago, it's not that I haven't had the opportunity to say it all the time."

"What are you two whispering, I haven't finished yet." Zhou Yun interrupted them.

"The more exciting thing is yet to come. The senior said it was Xu Nianhe's colleague who accidentally let it go."

"I heard that Professor Wen was dumped by Xu Nianhe, and he returned to Luo University to teach after being heartbroken."

"What else?" Ning Beibei's mouth was almost too shocked to close.

My heart skipped a beat, this was the first time Jian Anran had heard of it.

Last night, she guessed countless reasons for their breakup, but seeing Wen Siheng's repeated dodging and the other party's pressing every step of the way, Jian Anran only thought that the other party still couldn't let go of this relationship after getting together.

It turned out that it was Wen Siheng who couldn't let go?

Then all his actions are to maintain his self-esteem, or are he trying to cover up his feelings.

Almost not daring to think about it anymore, Jian Anran's smile froze on her face.

Soon realizing that something was wrong with Jian Anran, Ning Beibei immediately stopped Zhou Yun from continuing to gossip.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Being interrupted, Zhou Yun turned her head in a dazed manner and continued to listen to Xu Nianhe's experience sharing on the stage.

"Talent and beautiful, they are really a good match." Zhou Yun added.

It is indeed a man of talent and beauty, and the self-confidence that Jian Anran finally built up last night collapsed again.

Thinking of how he pretended to be the master and poured water last night, he himself said that it was their wedding room.

From the beginning to the end, she was just a diner living in that house.

I don't know what they missed during the gossip just now, but when they came back to their senses again, they found that Wen Siheng had been cueed onto the stage.

"Teacher Wen and I used to be classmates." As soon as Xu Nianhe finished speaking, the people in the audience began to boo.

It seems that everyone already knows the news about their former lovers.

On the stage, Wen Siheng was as motionless as a mountain, and the woman beside her was smiling like a flower, covering her lips, eyes and tails.

There seemed to be stars in her eyes, shining faintly, and she enjoyed the booing from the audience very much.

"Actually, Mr. Wen also received an offer, but he still chose to give up this job opportunity and return to Los Angeles University. Why don't we come and listen to his thoughts, maybe we can look at our employment from a different perspective."

Xu Nianhe calmly handed out the microphone, and immediately shifted all the focus to Wen Siheng.

His sharp black eyes swept across the crowd, and Wen Siheng found the little head underneath.

He held the microphone for a long time, but he still didn't speak. Even the counselor was a little anxious, and quietly walked to the stage to signal him to speak.

As if finally made up his mind, Wen Siheng raised the microphone to his lips.

(End of this chapter)