Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 89 She and He and Her

The area of ​​the office is not too big, the two rows of desks are full of thick documents and materials, and the huge monitor is placed one higher, each desk is packed to the brim.

Unexpectedly, although the lights in the office were on, there was no one in it.

After walking past several computers, the display screens were still on, Jian Anran looked around and made sure again that no one was in the office.

For a moment, it looks like the ancient city of Pompeii. Time freezes, stopping at the moment when people leave the building, but the life scene is far from the end.

Forget it, it would be better if everyone wasn't there, and she didn't have to try her best to lie and explain.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Jian Anran bent down while humming a song and took out two binders from the pile of books.

"What's the matter?" Her neck felt cold, and the sudden voice behind her startled her, and her hands were instantly covered with goosebumps.

Turning around, she was facing the broad chest of the white shirt, along the shoulder and neckline, Wen Siheng looked at her with a smile on her face.

Almost at the same moment, Jian Anran immediately turned her head back, speeding up her packing.

When she first came in, she didn't pay attention to the direction of the small office at all.

It was only now that she suddenly realized that the people inside had heard her talking to herself and humming songs all the way just now.
Obviously someone was there, but he didn't make a sound to remind her.

Although she knew in her heart that her thoughts were a little bit paranoid, but Jian Anran still tried very hard to excuse herself.

When Professor Zhang was lecturing on the pictures just now, Jian Anran was so engrossed in listening that she didn't remember to take notes at all.

Eager to get all the questions down on paper before her memory fades, she fears she will soon forget them afterwards.

She is not very willing to write in the current office. The memories of yesterday's commentary are still vivid in her mind, and she is suffocating. She doesn't want to talk to the person in front of her.

As soon as she grabbed the canvas bag and wanted to go out the door, Jian Anran took a few steps and suddenly remembered something.

Turning around, he said, "Did you know that Professor Zhang's graduate student is a cross-examination building?"

After she finished speaking, she opened the door and walked out, leaving Wen Siheng to say "Huh?" and froze on the spot.

She found a chair in the atrium and sat down, took out the loose-leaf book in her bag, and started brainstorming.

Facing the drawings in the mobile phone, I wrote down the questions that Professor Zhang just mentioned in the notebook bit by bit.

Yesterday, she was severely criticized in the public commentary, and Jian Anran was heartbroken for a time, and she was sadder than any breakup she had ever had in the past.

However, just after spending a long time discussing and revising with Professor Zhang, she gradually understood her problem and really began to make up her mind to overhaul her work.

Spending a lot of time revisiting, she is constantly reanalyzing past drawings and annotations.

To fix flaws in the design, she rescaled, altered the building's exterior, and added details.

She even changed the position and size of some of the drawings—even issues she didn't dispute in her critique.

The process of repeated revisions is as fascinating as being immersed in music.

Whenever Jian Anran felt helpless, she opened her notebook, and the points mentioned by Professor Zhang could help her discover problems in the design in a timely manner and guide her to further improve her ideas.

During the whole revision process, the lonely atrium seemed to be a place of tacit communication between her and the architectural works.

Even if the work done is boring and repetitive, every time she makes a correction, Jian Anran will feel an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.

Different from the previous group projects, the work this time belongs to her, whether it is the process or the harvest, it all belongs to her in the end.

To be honest, her work was not the worst in their group, nor would it be the least completed. At first, Jian Anran didn't understand why the teacher insisted on her having a second debate.

The second debate is one more opportunity to revise and improve the work.

Different from the previous assignments that are completed after handing in, this time she can go back and review her design in the past half semester after the drawing is completed.

Immersed in her own design, she realized that the process of modification seemed to make her grasp the project immediately, so that she had a deeper insight and design ideas for medical buildings.

"Don't be so petty!" A quarrel in the distance interrupted her thoughts.

It sounded like a man and a woman. The girl's emotions were obviously out of control. The boy tried to speak with his voice, but he couldn't get over his emotions, and his voice didn't decrease at all.

Habitually pressing [ctrl+s] (save key), Jian Anran stretched her neck to see what happened in front of her.

The quarrel took place in the elevator room, which was at the corner at the end of the corridor, but no matter how Jian Anran stuck out her head, she couldn't see clearly the faces of the two parties in the quarrel.

She only heard the voices of the quarrel getting closer and closer, resisting her curiosity, she hurriedly lowered her head in a panic.

The screen had automatically gone to sleep, and on the black screen, she still pretended to be looking at the computer seriously.

Reaching out for her bag, Jian Anran felt a little regretful that she didn't bring earphones.

"I'm petty? Are you arrogant?" The girl's voice was very familiar, and Jian Anran couldn't help but glanced at it, it was Mi Yingying.

It was Song Qi standing beside her.

"Keep your voice down..." Song Qi glanced at Jian Anran who was stunned, and whispered to Mi Yingying.

"What? You're allowed to pretend to be a good person and vote for her. I'll say a few words and you're not allowed?" Mi Yingying was so angry that her neck turned red.

Mi Yingying has always had a straightforward personality. Although she doesn't know how to beat around the bush, she has a very good temper.

Jian Anran has been in the office for half a semester, and she does have some bickering, but she has never seen her get angry with anyone.

It was the first time that she saw her emotions so out of control, and finally saw Song Qi stand up and interfere because of something outside the project. Jian Anran felt that the sun probably came out from the west today.

Seeing that they couldn't solve it for a while, she subconsciously wanted to pack up her things and leave early.

"Anran?" Mi Yingying looked over, and Jian Anran, whose back was facing them, froze.

Forced to turn around, she smiled awkwardly, "Hi! Why are you here?"

"Didn't you ask for leave today?" Seeing Jian Anran, Mi Yingying seemed to control her emotions a little bit.

"I..." Choking for a moment, Jian Anran remembered the excuse she had just said for a long time, "Go back to the office to get a document, and leave soon."

"That's it..." Mi Yingying said, she quickly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, pulling Jian Anran to walk in front of Song Qi.

"Since you are here, you should come and judge together."

The immediate first reaction was to refuse, and Jian Anran refused again and again: "Ah? Me? Isn't this bad?"

"What's wrong?" Mi Yingying said, "You know our department will have a new scholarship soon, right?"

"I heard a classmate mention it before..." Looking at the weird atmosphere between them, Jian Anran didn't dare to speak too loudly.

"There is only one quota in our studio. Do you think I am eligible to apply?" Mi Yingying's question was very direct.

(End of this chapter)