Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 84 Do You Think You Are Right?

She shook her head first, and looked at Professor Zhang inexplicably, wondering why he suddenly mentioned this matter to herself.

Facing Professor Zhang's gaze, Jian Anran immediately nodded again.

"Do you plan to submit an application?" Professor Zhang asked.

Without even thinking about it, Jian Anran said what was in her heart: "I heard that the competition is fierce."

"So?" Professor Zhang asked back, "You performed very well in class today."

"Really?" It was the first time she heard the affirmation of herself from Professor Zhang, and Jian Anran's first reaction was to ask back.

Some can't believe it.

Professor Zhang nodded, affirming her question.

An indescribable emotion surged in her heart, Jian Anran felt that every cell in her body seemed to be jumping for her, and her face turned red all of a sudden.

"There is no official document about the foundation yet, but the scholarship is definitely a certainty." Professor Zhang helped the gold-wire frame supporting the thick lenses, and continued.

"In addition to the most basic grades, this scholarship values ​​students' personal abilities. Do you have a resume now?" Professor Zhang asked with concern.

"CV?"

Reminiscing about her ordinary college life in the past, in order to prepare her internship resume, Jian Anran had to pull out two insignificant activities before she could barely make up the number.

"It's a bit unreasonable..." She said shyly.

"Then you can start preparing now." Professor Zhang said.

"Keep your resume focused on your personal history and what sets you apart from other students."

Unlike other students, Jian Anran only has the status of [married] no matter what she thinks.

Probably no other students in the department have received a marriage certificate, right?
Of course, this was a secret she couldn't tell, and when she summoned her thoughts of wandering back in time, Jian Anran nodded immediately.

"Thank you Professor Zhang, I will definitely prepare well when I go back."

……

Except for the mechanics test of the last subject, Jian Anran's mid-term exam basically came to an end after the mid-term evaluation of professional courses the next day.

There are a total of 8 teachers in professional courses, and each teacher leads 15-20 students to design a project. In the first half of the semester, their class assignment is the design of the hospital.

Wen Siheng is one of their teachers, and Jian Anran is not in his group.

Architectural design has long been adhering to the fact that the design is not truly settled until the drawings are printed out.

Although in fact it may be that even though the drawings were typed out long before the end of the class, every time I review my drawings, I can always find out where I made a fatal mistake, or where there is room for further improvement .

On this basis, even if everyone's design is finished early in the morning, it will be delayed until three days before the handover, that is, the days when the school's printer works until sparks almost pop out.

At twelve o'clock, Wen Siheng, who was sitting on the Barcelona chair, closed the original English document in his hand.

Taking off his glasses and putting them on the coffee table, Wen Siheng gathered his white nightgown and walked towards the study room that was still lit in the back of the corridor.

There is no image management at all during the drawing week, as if a piece of hair falls in front of her eyes, it will block her inspiration. Jian Anran uses a shark clip to pin her hair behind her head at will, revealing her bare forehead.

The light from the screen fell on Jian Anran's face. She had been busy in front of the computer for a whole day, and her cheeks were slightly greasy.

"Are you still asleep?" Wen Siheng asked quietly, leaning against the door frame.

Jian Anran replied without raising her head: "I just saw a few drawing errors, I can't lose points on such small details."

The other party didn't speak, but folded his hands and shook his head helplessly, "Let me see."

As he spoke, he walked behind Jian Anran, the Luojiang River in October was still hot, and Jian Anran was so busy that she was upset, so she turned the wind direction of the air conditioner to blow directly on her.

There were still drops of water on the other party's hair that hadn't been wiped dry. As Wen Siheng bent down, the water drops fell on Jian Anran's shoulders along his slightly curly hair.

Immediately putting down the mouse in her hand, Jian Anran searched for the remote control of the air conditioner on the desk full of documents.

"drop--"

She turned the wind direction of the air conditioner up.

"Is it cold?" Wen Siheng asked with his head bowed.

She didn't speak, and stretched out her hand to rub his curly hair with water droplets, Wen Siheng understood.

Blowing cold wind with wet hair will cause headaches in the future, Jian Anran told him many times.

The mouse was covered with a wide palm, which still had the warmth of her palm just now.

As the scroll wheel rolled, he carefully watched Jian Anran's final drawing.

"I have a thorough understanding of the task book, and the color scheme is also eye-catching. It should be very good to print it out and make a display board." The other party affirmed the results of her labor.

"Then master..." She stretched out her hand and hooked Wen Siheng's neck, "Do I still need to change it?"

According to the principle of avoidance, tutors must not give marks to the students they lead.

Wen Siheng will probably be one of the teachers that Jian Anran will face tomorrow when judging pictures.

Thinking about tomorrow's bloodbath, it wouldn't be a big problem to sacrifice a little bit of hue.

Thinking about it again, the other party is her legal cohabitation partner, not a sacrifice, not a sacrifice, Jian Anran said silently.

He moved his fingers with sharp knuckles to the keyboard, and he skillfully pressed ctrl and s (shortcut keys for saving), and then hugged the little man in front of him by the waist.

"Very good, go to bed early."

……

The exhibition room in the department building the next day was overcrowded early in the morning, and the printed exhibition boards were neatly arranged in rows according to the student numbers.

Jian Anran's student number is very high. Among the cold, black, white and gray high-end tones, her conspicuous pink drawings can be seen almost as soon as she gets started.

Their method of reviewing pictures is to review pictures in groups.

When it was his turn to do homework, the student took the initiative to stand in front of the picture and explain it to two teachers from other groups, while the rest of the group crowded around and listened.

Infp (MBTI personality test, which probably means introverted) Jane Anran saw such a scene for the first time when she was in the lower grades. A dozen or twenty pairs of eyes stared at her and her drawings, and she was so nervous Once stuttered.

Coincidentally, Wen Siheng is one of the review tutors of their group.

After evaluating the first few drawings, the level of the students was almost the same. When everyone stopped at the conspicuous pink drawing, Teacher Chen next to Wen Siheng held the roster and asked: "This drawing is..."

Teacher Chen has always been known for his sharp comments. When she heard that he was to comment on their group's drawings, Jian Anran's heart almost jumped out of her throat.

"Teacher, it's mine. I'm Jian Anran." She stood up and began to explain her drawings according to the process that she had simulated countless times in her mind.

After sorting out the design ideas from the beginning to the end, Jian Anran couldn't help but fold her hands respectfully in front of her lower abdomen.

First, Jian Anran looked at Wen Siheng's eyes. She felt a little guilty, and then she looked away, looking expectantly at Teacher Chen who hesitated to speak.

"Do you think," after a long while, Teacher Chen finally said, "It's right for you to do this?"

(End of this chapter)