Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 74
There is so much work recently, Jian Anran feels a little powerless.

She used to only drink milk, but recently she has become a regular customer of the vending machine downstairs, and every time she feels tired, she goes downstairs and brings up a bottle of coffee.

Mild caffeine intolerance, after drinking coffee, her heartbeat began to speed up crazily, and it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

The heartbeat accelerated abnormally, and Jian Anran had to go outside to fetch a large amount of water from the water dispenser.

Although she doesn't know if there is any specific scientific basis, she always feels that after drinking water, the caffeine in her stomach will be diluted, and her heartbeat seems to gradually calm down.

The only side effect is - frequent trips to the bathroom.

Seeing Jian Anran coming in and out, even Song Qi couldn't help feeling: "Sister Xue is really busy this morning."

I don't know if it was because when she went out to work in the afternoon, she lost the blessing of caffeine, and Jian Anran's mental state began to be in a trance.

The empty white walls in the exhibition hall in front of her calmed her mind abnormally. Listening to Teacher Bian and Wen Siheng using various professional terms to lay out cumbersome questions, her mental state gradually drifted away.

When her rationality was finally defeated by sleepiness, she came back to her senses and had already fallen down on a row of collapsed easels, and immediately felt bursts of burning pain from her waist.

"Hiss——" Jian Anran supported her aching waist.

The sleep time in the past few days has been seriously insufficient. Under the mental pressure, Jian Anran's sleep quality has been greatly reduced, and she even feels like her soul is out of her body under extreme exhaustion.

For a moment, she didn't notice the easel on the ground. Jian Anran didn't move her legs, and she tripped over the easel.

The easels next to each other fell down one after another like dominoes, and Jane Anran sat on the easel like this.

Teacher Bian frowned and took a look, folded his arms around his chest, as if he had a problem with the brash female student in front of him.

"This...?" Teacher Bian squinted, "Such a big easel can be bumped into? I'm afraid this student didn't bring his thoughts here?"

Looking up to meet everyone's gaze, Jian Anran said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I was too careless, I'll clean it up now."

Teacher Bian snorted lightly, "You are here because you have other work, and the time is so tight, what should you do if the progress is delayed?"

"I'm sorry." Jian Anran tried to stand up while supporting her waist, but felt numbness and sharp pain in her legs.

"When the exhibition staff arrives, I can stay and help."

"Everyone don't care about me," she managed to hold up a smile and looked up, "It doesn't matter if you continue to discuss."

"Ah!" An exclamation broke the silence, and they looked in the direction of the sound. Everyone looked towards the source of the sound. Mi Yingying was covering her mouth and pointing forward in horror.

"Enron your feet!"

Jian Anran subconsciously looked down at her feet. It turned out that the calf was cut by the easel, and a bloodstain that became more and more obvious could be faintly seen. In several places, the wound was deep and even oozing blood.

"Why..." Teacher Bian stomped his feet, looking a little anxious, and wanted to move forward to move the easel, but he didn't know where to start.

"Be careful of dripping blood on the easel!" she cried anxiously.

"Teacher Bian!" Wen Siheng almost roared, which startled Teacher Bian, and she turned her head in disbelief.

I saw the veins on Wen Siheng's forehead popping out, and his neck turned red all of a sudden.

"Mr. Wen, what do you mean?" Frightened by the person in front of him, Mr. Bian stuttered.

There was no answer, and everyone present watched him stride forward.

Squatting in front of Jian Anran, Wen Siheng unbuttoned his shirt one by one, revealing the white short sleeves without any logo inside.

"Hey... what are you doing?" Jian Anran asked in a low voice.

"do not move."

He took off the shirt, twisted it into a strip, and tied it to the end of Jane Anran's wound. The biology knowledge in junior high school hit Jane Anran's head directly again.

Hemostasis at the distal end.

The person in front of him stretched out his hand, originally intending to hug her horizontally, but suddenly paused, then put one of her hands on his shoulder, and supported Jian Anran to stand up.

"Let's go together too." Wen Siheng said, looking at Song Qi and Mi Yingying behind.

"Teacher Wen?!" Teacher Bian watched them go away, and shouted anxiously.

"I can give you the blueprint." Wen Siheng turned his head and gave him a cold look.

"Forgive me for not being able to follow up."

As he said that, he turned his head and gave Song Qi and Mi Yingying a look. Mi Yingying's reaction was very quick, and she grabbed the thick blueprint in Song Qi's hand.

Walking up to Teacher Bian, Mi Yingying hummed loudly and threw the drawing on the ground.

"You...!" Teacher Bian kicked the floor with her little high heels angrily.

"You guys are so irresponsible! I won't pay the follow-up design fees! I'm going to tell all my colleagues that this is how your studio treats clients!"

"It's almost over, my dear teacher," Mi Yingying turned around and said with a smile, "Our projects with tens of thousands of square meters, even 10,000+ square meters, are doing well."

"As far as your 500-square-meter exhibition hall is concerned, we have changed it five times in three days. You didn't sit in the office from dawn to dark. I received a call from you at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night last night."

"We are here to work on projects, not to sell our lives. Don't expect people to be on call 24 hours a day with a small design fee in your hand."

Mi Yingying became more and more angry as she talked, and stepped on the ground a few times, "What? Only your shoes can make a sound?"

After she finished speaking, she immediately turned around and trotted all the way to keep up with them.

"Teacher, is it really okay for us to do this...?" Song Qi approached Wen Siheng's ear and asked in a low voice.

"Mr. Bian's husband is an old professor of the Academy of Fine Arts, a first-class authority. Our studio has only been established and offended him not long ago..."

"You can go back and follow up." Wen Siheng turned his head to the side and smiled, and then stopped the smile after speaking.

Sensing that the other party's mood was not quite right, Song Qi immediately shut his mouth and quietly walked aside.

When she walked to the front of the car, Jian Anran immediately put her hand off Wen Siheng's shoulder.

When Wen Siheng stepped forward to help her just now, she felt that her heart was going to jump out of her in a minute.

Fortunately, Song Qi didn't pay much attention to these details, and Mi Yingying was as big-hearted as ever. She only felt that the teacher cared about the students, and didn't think too much about other aspects.

Jian Anran didn't even dare to imagine what it would be like if Xiangyi was present, and she probably had to reap some yin and yang aura.

"You guys take a taxi back first. I'll take classmate Jian to the hospital, and I'll reimburse you for the fare later." Wen Siheng came back and said.

(End of this chapter)