Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 79 Transfer of Responsibilities

The girl came to her senses immediately, and hurriedly said hello: "Hello, Senior Sister Jian!"

"We are first-year freshmen, and Teacher Wen contacted us to help." The leader explained.

"Wen Siheng?" Jian Anran was a little confused.

"Yes, it's Teacher Wen Siheng." As the girl said, she opened WeChat and gestured to Jian Anran.

She took out the mobile phone in her pocket and opened WeChat, only to see the little red dots emerging from the folded group.

It turned out that it was Wen Siheng who asked in the group if anyone could come to the exhibition hall to help, and called some freshmen with a part-time fee of 30 yuan an hour.

The salary of a part-time job is slightly higher than usual, but they obviously value this opportunity to really participate in practice.

Many people came because of Wen Siheng's reputation, but after a closer look at the exhibition hall, Jian Anran was the only one, so he was a little disappointed.

Only then did she see the wechat that Wen Siheng had just sent her.

[Elder Tang: I contacted a few classmates to help. I'm a little late here, and I'll be there soon. 】

"Mr. Wen asked us to contact Senior Sister Jian Anran after we came here. Excuse me, are you Senior Sister Jian?" A boy asked.

Jian Anran "hmm" for a moment, without much hesitation, time was running out, she immediately created a face-to-face building group.

"I created a group chat, the number is..." She glanced at the time, "1013, it is the current time, everyone enters the group."

"After you all go in, I will send you an electronic version of the drawings first, and then we will divide the work and improve efficiency."

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After contacting the students in the group several times, Wen Siheng went from calm at the beginning to a little anxious later.

It's not that he is afraid that there will be some stains on the development of tomorrow, and his own studio is halfway through starting a business and collapsed in the middle. It's just that everything falls on Jian Anran alone.

It's really not appropriate.

It's ten o'clock, where can I find help at this time.

In desperation, he finally figured out a way to call other grade students in the group.

Most of the people who replied to him were freshmen who had just enrolled for more than a month. Everyone was full of enthusiasm and cherished this rare opportunity very much.

It may also be the blessing of his previous lectures. Everyone is very curious about his name and he is very curious about him, and he really wants to improve the chance to get along with the teacher.

Because most of the people who were willing to come were lower grade students, Wen Siheng didn't have high expectations, but when he arrived at the scene, he was really a little surprised.

However, when he arrived at the scene, he was a little surprised.The progress of the exhibition is much faster than he expected, and more than 60% of the exhibition work has been completed.

Although the details still need to be polished, the current progress is enough to keep the exhibition on schedule.

In the very center of the exhibition hall, drawings were spread out one by one. Jian Anran's white t-shirt was stained with streaks of dust, and she was holding the computer and talking to a classmate next to her.

"Hello, Teacher Wen!" The sharp-eyed classmate suddenly saw Wen Siheng standing at the door.

He bent his eyes and took out the packing bag in his hand.

"I packed some milk tea for everyone, let's drink it first and then go to work."

"Thank you, everyone," he added.

Several students rushed forward, took the bag, and thanked Wen Siheng repeatedly, saying things like "Thank you teacher" and "Teacher is so handsome".

Wen Siheng lowered his head and smiled, and went back to the car to get a cup of milk tea.

When Wen Siheng went upstairs, the center of the exhibition hall was almost empty, only a few cups of leftover milk tea. After looking around, he finally found Jian Anran in the corner, coloring the decorations with gouache.

Feeling that the light source was blocked, Jian Anran couldn't help but frowned, and turned her head with some displeasure. When the black trousers and leather shoes came into view, she suddenly remembered something.

Her eyes followed the trousers up, and her eyes fell on the other's exquisite facial features.

Under the backlight, Jian Anran didn't see his face clearly, but only noticed that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"Your." He handed out a cup of individually wrapped milk tea in his hand.

After hesitating for a while, Jian Anran stretched out her hand to take it, took off the outermost plastic bag, and finally saw the label on the bottle.

【milk green】

Although Jian Anran likes milk tea very much, she never orders the most conventional flavor.

She prefers milky green with a fresher taste. Jian Anran thought about it for a long time, and she seemed to have mentioned something casually to Wen Siheng during the meal before.

It turned out that he had listened to it.

She was dumb for a while, Jian Anran didn't know what to say, she paused before uttering two words.

"Thank you."

He is obviously a person with such a delicate mind, that he seems to have noticed everything, but recently he seems to have noticed nothing.

Jian Anran didn't dare to think too much, did he notice that all the troublesome work in the office was left on her alone?

Did he notice that Xiangyi frequently put things on her head that he couldn't finish?
Did he really not notice?Or choose to ignore.

Looking at each other speechlessly, Jian Anran chose to lower her head because she really didn't have the courage to face the other party's scorching gaze.

She pretended to be nonchalant, disassembled the straw and inserted it into the milk tea, gently stirred the pearls stuck to the bottom with the straw, and took a sip.

"It's delicious," she said.

"Yeah." After the other party looked up, "Next, I'll come to help."

"Don't take all the blame on yourself, it's not your fault."

As he spoke, he took off his coat, and put it on a chair beside him, stacking it on top of Jane Anran's shirt.

Before everyone tried their best to turn the tide, the exhibition hall was finally set up, and Jian Anran immediately took out her mobile phone to take a few photos.

It's not that she wants to record the results of her labor, but this is a personal habit that she has only had since she went to college.

The transportation and display process of works is always accompanied by various uncertainties, and only photos can serve as conclusive evidence.

To prove that you have successfully completed the production of exhibits, in case of accidents in the middle, keeping photos as certificates is also a means of responsibility grafting to a certain extent.

It means that if any accident happens next, it has nothing to do with them.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, you have to go to class tomorrow, and then everyone should go back to rest early."

Wen Siheng handed out red envelopes on the group, and everyone present had them.

In addition to the part-time job fee that he agreed at the beginning, he also sent everyone a night snack and taxi money.

"Thank you teacher!" The students came to thank him and bid farewell when they left.

"Don't we need to keep it for sanitation?" A classmate pointed to the scratches on the ground.

When the students next to me heard this, they immediately stopped their steps, turned their heads, rolled up their sleeves, and planned to start the cleaning work later.

"No need," Wen Siheng said with a smile, "I contacted the cleaning company earlier, and they will be here in half an hour."

"This kind of thing doesn't bother the students to do it."

After finally sending off all the classmates, Wen Siheng turned and returned to the exhibition hall. Jian Anran picked up her shirt and Wen Siheng's coat along with it.

"Next, before going back, I have one thing to tell you."

(End of this chapter)