Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 72 She Should Be in Sales

"Where is the teacher?" Xiangyi smiled sweetly, "It's because the story the teacher told was so wonderful that I was fascinated by it by accident. It was a waste of the teacher's time all afternoon."

The two of you talked to each other, polite to each other like Tai Chi, all the way to the door, Xiangyi even sent Teacher Bian to the elevator entrance before turning back.

Jane Anran had classes on Tuesday, so she didn't need to go to the office, but she was too busy with her recent projects, so she took the initiative to go to the office to go to work almost every day.

That night, after Xiangyi sorted out the conversation with Teacher Bian, the group deliberately waited until after Jian Anran got out of school before starting the meeting.

Although the scale of the exhibition is small, there are many elements considered.

When their team determined the direction of the exhibition and assigned tasks, they found that the details of the exhibition were no less than those of their usual public buildings of several thousand or even tens of thousands of square meters.

Wen Siheng quickly set the direction for the exhibition and assigned tasks to everyone.

"Anran, have you finished drawing the ground floor plan of Ludao?" Mi Yingying came over and asked.

"Shouping?" Jian Anran raised her head from the pile of documents, and tapped her confused head with her hands before remembering, "I was almost there yesterday, and I didn't have time to finish it."

I thought I would finish supplementing the floor plan this morning, but who knew that Song Qi asked her to pull the volume model as soon as he arrived at the work station in the morning, and Jian Anran immediately forgot about it.

She looked at Mi Yingying apologetically: "Senior sister, the scale model I have on hand is half done, why not wait for me to work overtime tonight and send it to you later."

"No need," Mi Yingying sat back in her seat, "I need it now, send me the file, and I'll draw it."

As the lunch break approached, Song Qi turned his head, "Sister, is this scale model still ready?"

"It's... a little bit closer!" Jian Anran was so busy that she looked at Song Qi in a panic.

The tasks they gave her were not too difficult, most of them were repetitive operations without any technical content.

But the workload was huge and tedious, and Jian Anran was so busy that she was so dizzy that she did half of it in the morning.

She is very unwilling to let others think that she is not capable enough as an undergraduate, which drags down the whole team.

Feeling that the light source was blocked, Jian Anran looked up and saw Song Qi standing beside her.

He stared at her screen thoughtfully for a while, and then slowly asked, "Did you... misunderstand?"

"Huh?" Jian Anran was a little confused, "What is the senior referring to? Did you do something wrong?"

Song Qi pointed to the modeling interface of her computer screen, "The volume model is to help us better understand the design and proportion of buildings, and provide basic intuitive visualization effects for follow-up work."

"To put it simply, it is to make the shape of the building without adding specific details such as walls, doors and windows to the model."

"At this stage, I just want to see the effect on the macro level."

"Ah?" After realizing that she had misunderstood, Jian Anran began to apologize continuously.

"It's okay," Song Qi said calmly, "If you don't understand anything in the future, just ask in time."

"I'll start changing it now." Jian Anran said, but Song Qi quickly refused: "It's too late now, I'll do it myself."

She felt a little powerless, not because of how mean the seniors in the office were or how oppressive the atmosphere was.

It's just that there is a kind of obsession that is not willing to admit defeat. The seniors always tell her very nicely, "If you don't understand, you can ask us at any time."

But the most desperate thing is that Jian Anran always felt that she didn't understand anything. It wasn't until she finished typing on the keyboard all day that she realized that she had completely misunderstood it from the very beginning.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class at noon, Song Qi didn't seem to intend to leave his seat.

Feeling a little sorry, when Jian Anran and Mi Yingying went to the cafeteria to eat, they specially packed sandwiches and milk for Song Qi.

Because of working overtime in the office, everyone prepared a small foldable bed in the office.

During the lunch break, the lights are generally turned off in the office, and everyone pulls out the bed and unfolds it, and takes a nap in the aisle wearing a blindfold.

During the lunch break today, the usual quiet atmosphere was changed. Although the headlights in the office had been turned off long ago, Song Qi's screen was still glowing blue in his seat.

After the lunch break, Jian Anran went downstairs and bought a bottle of coffee for him.

Song Qi didn't refuse, took the coffee and said "thank you" to her, Jian Anran breathed a sigh of relief, sat back and continued with her task.

"Dong dong dong—" A knock on the door broke the tranquility of the office. Through the frosted glass on the door, Jian Anran vaguely saw a figure outside the door.

"Please come in."

The doorknob was turned, and Mrs. Bian, who was still dressed dignifiedly, came in. She was coming to confirm the first version of the plan today.

Naturally, Xiangyi was in charge of connecting with her. Mi Yingying went to the water dispenser outside and poured a glass of water back, and motioned for her to sit on the chair by the window.

"Student Xiangyi will be back soon, please wait a moment, Teacher Bian."

After a while, Xiangyi opened the door and came in. Seeing Teacher Bian, he smiled for a moment and greeted him enthusiastically in a sweet voice.

"Mr. Bian, long time no see. Your dress today is so beautiful, it matches your complexion very well."

Jian Anran sighed silently, Xiangyi shouldn't be an architect, she should be selling luxury cars and yachts to get a commission. If she switches to sales, she will definitely become a leader in the industry.

Teacher Bian obviously liked her, and the two of them sat by the window and chatted for another afternoon.

"Mr. Bian, let me introduce the current design progress to you. We understand that rural revitalization is the teacher's focus..."

It was hard to get to the point, and after Xiangyi's introduction, Jian Anran heard hearty laughter behind her again.

The two by the window chatted for an unknown amount of time, until a rush of mobile phone ringing interrupted their conversation.

It was Xiangyi's phone that rang.

"Sorry," Xiangyi said and stood up. She stood up and picked up her phone, walked away a few steps, and listened to the phone with a very serious expression on her face.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" Teacher Bian asked with concern.

"It's all my fault," she lowered her head, frowning, "I was originally in charge of the materials for a meeting at the Deputy Prime Minister's Office, but I've been too busy recently, so I forgot to put in a copy of the materials. The dean's meeting is about to begin."

"Ah? How can this be good?" Teacher Bian asked anxiously.

"Jian Xuemei." Jian Anran didn't listen to them very carefully, but when she suddenly heard her name being called, she jumped in shock and straightened her back.

"Can I trouble my junior to help me deliver the materials to the administration building?"

(End of this chapter)