Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 87

When Wen Siheng caught up, he saw the villain walking out of the master bedroom with his pillow in his arms.

She was angry.

He also understood why she was angry.

Just as he was about to explain, Wen Siheng glanced at the study room, it was pitch black, he could barely see through the light in the corridor, and the desk was empty.

In the past period of time, Jian Anran has been doing homework in the study.

He doesn't often use the computer in the study, so she invites herself to "occupy the magpie's nest" and pile up her own textbooks and homework on the desk.

Following Jane Anran to the second bedroom, the desk by the window was already small, but now there were stacks of papers and textbooks.

There was her laptop on the top, and it felt like it would slip off the top of the book in a second and fall to the ground and shatter.

"I..." The person outside the door was about to speak, but Jian Anran threw the pillow on the bed, and then turned around.

The door was closed with a "snap", leaving Wen Siheng and his unspoken words stuck in place.

Forget it, she didn't reach out to hit her, it's because her parents have been well-bred since childhood, Wen Siheng thought, shook his head, and reached out to turn off the light in the corridor.

……

In order to avoid Wen Siheng, Jian Anran got up early the next day, stuffed all the textbooks into the canvas bag, hugged the computer, and hurried out without having breakfast.

Waking up half an hour earlier, when Wen Siheng passed by the second bedroom, the pink quilt on the bed was crumpled there, and the computer on the desk had disappeared.

Sighing lightly, he rubbed his eyes and walked towards the kitchen, the toast that was prepared yesterday remained motionless.

……

When I arrived at the office, I opened the door and saw that the desk full of documents was empty under the glass of the small office.

Her location is very ingenious, Wen Siheng knew that she didn't like people always seeing her computer when passing by, so she specially arranged this direction for the table.

As long as Jane Anran lay on her stomach, no one could even see whether she was in the seat or not.

Wen Siheng looked straight ahead, walked into the innermost part of the office, and cast a sideways glance when he opened the door of the small office.

On the table under the glass, the computer screen was still black, and the front of the table was empty.

He raised his hand to look at the time, it was past half past nine.

"Student Jian didn't come today?" Wen Siheng turned around and asked.

"I don't know, maybe the junior is late." Xiangyi immediately took over the words and said.

"She may feel that the pressure is too great to be qualified for this job." Xiangyi added.

There were thorns inside and outside the words, Wen Siheng subconsciously frowned slightly, and just about to say something, Mi Yingying immediately refuted.

"What are you talking about?" She deliberately raised her voice, "When I logged into the system this morning, I saw that the school girl had urgently asked for leave, and she said that she couldn't come today because of something."

"That's it." He bent his lips, pretended not to care, and turned back to his office.

Before the door was completely closed, Mi Yingying said to Xiangyi, "Student Xiangyi, I hope it's my illusion."

"I always feel that you have some opinion on the junior girl. She has been under a lot of pressure recently, and she cares about her heart. We also came from undergraduates. It's not that we can't even understand this."

Xiangyi said "um", and smiled sweetly: "Of course it's your illusion."

"You!" Mi Yingying became furious, and turned her head away with a "hum".

……

On the first floor of the Department of Architecture Building, there is a dedicated library for the Department of Architecture, which contains books and magazines related to architecture. The audience is relatively narrow, and there are not many people in it.

Early in the morning, Jian Anran carried a heavy canvas bag full of books, hugged the computer, and sat down in a small corner where she could see the sun but not the sun.

There were only a few classmates who were catching up with the morning class, borrowed a few books, and left in a hurry. In the end, she was the only one left in sight.

When she was in the dormitory, there were always roommates next to her, and in the classroom, there were always classmates next to her.

Although Jian Anran doesn't hate these people at all, she is also friends with many people.

But after being in school for a long time, there is always a feeling of losing my own space, losing my own time.

People are everywhere.

In the past, she ran home twice a week, not to say that she loved home so much, but simply needed some space for herself.

When you go home and close the door, it seems that you are the only one left in the world.

Jane Anran likes this kind of charging time very much.

Now she felt like she was charging, turned on the computer, and opened the blueprint that was publicly criticized yesterday, and she even felt that her mood was not too bad.

"Anran." A small voice suddenly appeared behind her, and Jian Anran was startled.

He stretched out his hand to cover his chest, his heart pounding.

She turned around, and the source of the voice was Zhou Yun from the dormitory next door.

"Professor Zhang came to you just now and asked you to go and find him."

"Professor Zhang?" Jian Anran asked subconsciously, "Which Professor Zhang?"

"It's Professor Zhang of our mechanics? This is the only Professor Zhang in the department, are you dizzy?" Zhou Yun said with a smile, pulled out a book from the shelf at the back, and spread it out on the table next to Jian Anran.

"Oh, by the way," Zhou Yun seemed to suddenly think of something, "Our dean is also surnamed Zhang."

Hearing in a fog, Jian Anran still stood up and packed her things, "How do you know that Professor Zhang is looking for me?"

Zhou Yun smiled wryly and said, "I just went to his office to make up my homework. My homework got an F last time."

"He asked me if I knew you. If so, please pass it on to him. He's been in the office all day today."

"Seventh floor?" Jian Anran confirmed.

"Yes, 716."

When she left, she did not forget to turn around and add: "Thank you Zhou Yun, see you later."

There were not many people in the elevator during class time, Jian Anran waited for it soon, went up the elevator, and returned to the familiar seventh floor.

Passing by their office, she felt that her mood was a bit complicated.

She seemed to hope that someone inside would come out to see her by chance, but she was afraid of meeting her again, and she didn't know what to say.

Turning a corner, Professor Zhang's office is at the end of the corridor. Standing at the door and taking a deep breath, Jian Anran reached out and knocked lightly on the door of the office.

"Please come in."

Carefully push the door open and come in. The layout of the offices on this entire floor is not too different.

Professor Zhang does not work in the small glass-enclosed office. His seat is just outside in the same row as the graduate students.

"Student, what can I do?" The boy at the door asked.

"Sorry to bother you, I'm looking for Professor Zhang."

The innermost person poked his head out, "Here, here."

Unlike the serious image in the classroom, Professor Zhang is obviously much gentler in the office.

In the last second, he was still exchanging questions with the classmates next to him, and the smile from just now remained on his face.

"I mentioned you to Zhou Yun just now, I didn't expect her to convey the news so quickly." Professor Zhang said, looking up to see Jian Anran in front of her face flushed, standing beside her shyly.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, you go to the reception room and sit and wait for a while, I will explain things clearly and come over here."

(End of this chapter)