Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 75
"Ah? Although it's not far from the subway station, we won't be polite!" Mi Yingying happily dragged Song Qi away after hearing this.

Before leaving, I still did not forget to say a few words of comfort to Jian Anran, "Junior girl, come on, contact me anytime if you need anything, go back today and have a good rest, don't work overtime."

"En", Jian Anran nodded, stretched out her hand and waved goodbye to them.

As soon as he got in the car, he saw that Wen Siheng had turned on the navigation to search for a nearby hospital, and Jane Anran held his hand.

"Actually, it's not serious, just go back and wash the wound."

The person in front of him didn't seem to hear it. After pressing the confirmation button on the navigation interface, he stepped on the accelerator.

"I'll tell you." Jane Anran said suddenly.

After hearing that there was no post for a long time, Wen Siheng said, "Say it."

"I'm really tired these days." She continued, feeling like she was about to collapse emotionally.

"I know." Wen Siheng's answer was very flat, but it unexpectedly had a soothing effect.

"I once thought, was it really the right choice for me to choose this major?"

"I even thought about whether I should downgrade and switch to a major." She honestly expressed her true inner thoughts.

The person in front of him was silent for a while, "What happened in the end? What do you think?"

Jian Anran couldn't help asking curiously: "Why don't you persuade me?"

"What do you advise?" Wen Siheng smiled.

"What kind of persuasion should be said to be bitter before sweet, and what kind of harvest can be gained if you persist now."

He clenched his knuckle-knuckle hands tightly, and tapped the steering wheel with his index finger without rhythm.

"Because," Wen Siheng paused, "I also feel that this line of work is very tiring."

"And what's worse, the gains in this industry are not immediate. You may need to work day and night on it for five years, ten years or even longer."

"However, if you still want to keep going, I will do my best to help you, whether it is to answer questions or provide assistance."

"If you have plans to change careers, I can help you at any time."

After hearing no sound for a long time, Wen Siheng turned his head slightly, "Why is there no sound?"

Jian Anran in the co-pilot lowered her head slightly and did not speak again.

They soon arrived at a hospital in the central district of the city, and the black SUV parked steadily near the entrance of the emergency department.

As soon as Jian Anran limped out of the car, she felt strength from one side of her body. Wen Siheng held her arm on one side, saving her a lot of effort.

Although the wound was long, fortunately it was not very deep. After confirming that the easel was made of wood, the doctor simply disinfected the wound and it was done.

The person in front of him even wanted to go back to the office to work overtime, but Wen Siheng forced him to go home.

Putting her injured leg on the coffee table, Jane Anran lay sprawled on the sofa.

After cutting a piece of fruit, Wen Siheng found a computer on her lap.

"Take a break, we are all people with a tomorrow."

"Huh?" Jane Anran was a little puzzled.

"It means," Wen Siheng reached out and closed her computer, "I can do these things tomorrow."

"How can it be enough?" Jian Anran was a little anxious, "I will have a midterm exam next week, and the midterm exam marks account for 45% of the total grade."

"I almost failed last semester because the midterm exam was too bad, and I almost failed to pass the final exam after half a month."

Reaching out for an apple with a fork, Jian Anran turned on the computer and continued to review.

During class the next day, Jian Anran asked Wen Siheng to go upstairs first, and she was in charge of locking the car.

By discussing the progress of the Ludao project with Song Qi outside, Wen Siheng did not return to the small office.

"Squeak--" As soon as the office door opened, Wen Siheng frowned slightly as Jian Anran came in with a bottle of canned coffee.

"What's the matter, teacher? Is this place not doing well?" Song Qi captured his fleeting micro-expression.

"It's okay." Wen Siheng stretched out his hand and stroked the center of his brows, "It's because the eyes were too dry just now."

Mi Yingying raised her head and said, "Why is Anran drinking coffee again? Why don't you just buy a case and put it in the office."

Jian Anran smiled embarrassingly, "I like to drink iced coffee, and the office does not have this condition."

"Is the wound better?" Mi Yingying said as she lowered her head to look at Jian Anran's calf, only to see that she was specially wearing a pair of very loose black pants.

"It's fine, by the way," she said while looking at Wen Siheng, "I haven't thanked the teacher for taking me to the hospital yesterday."

"It's okay, it's fine, student Jian."

As soon as he opened the door and came in, Xiangyi heard the above conversation.

Although she didn't show up yesterday, combined with the long text that Teacher Bian sent her, she guessed what happened yesterday.

To cover it up, Xiangyi gave a slight "tsk".

"You're back?" Mi Yingying, who was sitting by the door, was the first to notice.

Hearing the sound, everyone looked up at Xiangyi in unison.

She was still wearing a small skirt and Mary Jane shoes as always, and when she felt everyone's gazes, Xiangyi lowered her head a little embarrassedly.

It has been more than half an hour since the class time, she disappeared suddenly yesterday, and today she is late again.

Everyone was slightly stunned at first, and it was Wen Siheng who broke the silence.

"Recently, everyone is really busy and under a lot of pressure. Don't work overtime today, go back and rest early."

"Yes, don't work overtime." Mi Yingying agreed.

Xiangyi bit her lip, then lowered her eyes, and it took a long time to say a few words.

"Thank you for your concern, I will start working first."

After speaking, she turned on the computer and continued to work on the project. The office was silent for a while, and then the voices of Song Qi and Wen Siheng discussing came.

After confirming the direction of revision, Wen Siheng walked straight back to the small office with his briefcase in hand.

When passing by Jane Anran's seat, she glanced at it from the corner of her eye. She held her head in one hand, and turned the model 360 degrees with the other hand to observe.

"Sister An Ran."

Suddenly regaining consciousness, Jian Anran looked up and found that it was Song Qi who was calling her.

With her hands on the table, she tried to prop herself up.

Song Qi suddenly recalled that her leg was injured, and quickly got up and said, "No need, I'll come over."

Opened the file on Jane Anran's computer, it was the floor plan she drew yesterday morning.

Song Qi pointed to a few places and said: "These are some relatively basic questions. Is the junior girl tired recently? I feel that this should not be a mistake you will make."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Jian Anran quickly apologized, and then began to modify the floor plan.

The time spent concentrating on work passed quickly, and when she was about to leave work, Mi Yingying suddenly asked, "Xianyi, are you done yet?"

"It's been three days. If you haven't finished it, I can't start it here."

"Ah?" Xiangyi turned her head, revealing her watery eyes, "I'm sorry, I've been busy revising my thesis these days, and there's still half of the drawing left."

As she spoke, she turned her wet eyes to Jian Anran who had just stood up to pack her bag.

(End of this chapter)