The other party was stunned for a moment, and then said "Huh?"
The confusion in his eyes flashed, and there was no change in Xiang Yi's expression.
Recalling the first time they met, Jian Anran gave Xiangyi a position - "Oscar Best Actress".
At first, I thought that the other party might have met by chance a few times, just to show off when meeting people.
But now it seems that Xiangyi has naturally integrated this trait into all aspects of her life.
To some extent, he has some acting skills.
"Please be quiet, please."
"Ah? I'm not very loud, right?" Xiangyi blinked his big eyes innocently.
"No," Jian Anran gave her a cold look, "if you stand in front of me, it's a bit disturbing to my eyes."
"Ah? Junior Sister Jian is angry?" Xiangyi looked surprised and raised his voice a little more.
Song Qi, who was drawing seriously, even secretly removed some of his headphones and stared at the screen, but his ears were always paying attention to the conversation between Jian Anran and Xiangyi.
The last quarrel between Mi Yingying and Xiangyi almost caused PTSD to Song Qi.
After experiencing the sudden retirement of my previous tutor and delaying my graduation for a year, I finally met a good new tutor.
If there were two consecutive quarrels in the same semester, he simply couldn't imagine where Wen Siheng's studio would go.
Thinking about the possibility of being postponed for the second time, Song Qi felt a chill on his back and sweat on his forehead.
He had been observing the situation on the side, and was ready to wait if they had another conflict, he would rush to the rescue as soon as possible.
Even the screen of Song Qi's mobile phone has stopped at the recording interface.
Xiangyi leaned forward slightly towards Jian Anran, looked down at her tired face, and said, "Sister, sometimes, choice is more important than hard work."
"Working hard may not be of any use -" she trailed off in a long tone.
"Excuse me, senior sister, what did you choose?"
"Choose which fetus to incarnate in?"
"I'm not born with the surname Xiang, I'm sorry." Not wanting to leave any room for the other party, Jian Anran said a few words in succession, leaving Xiangyi speechless.
She glanced sideways at Xiangyi, whose face was very red, and was suddenly stunned. She couldn't think of anything else to say in response.
The blush spread all the way from her neck to her cheeks, and finally Xiangyi let out an angry "hum".
Pushing the chair away, Jian Anran grabbed the bag at hand and stood up. Ignoring the expressive person in front of her, she walked straight towards the door.
"Where are you going!" Xiangyi shouted from behind, "It's still working time!"
Unable to find any rebuttal, Xiangyi tried to pick on Jian Anran on issues of principle.
"Leave early." Without looking back, Jian Anran dropped these two words coldly and opened the office door.
When she went out in the morning, the door to the master bedroom was closed.
She didn't know if Wen Siheng had gone out at home, and she was in no mood to explain this difficult-to-explain matter to others.
While the elevator was going down, Jian Anran decided to go back to the dormitory.
It occurred to me that she hadn't been home for a long time. Since the last quarrel, her mother Yang Yahui had sent her several WeChat messages.
He probably discovered that no matter it was soft-touching or coercion or inducement, no trick would work on Jian Anran.
Her news fell silent, and Yang Yahui never sent her any more WeChat messages.
Jian Anran was originally a person with no independent opinions, but sometimes, she was surprisingly persistent in a certain thing that she believed in.
She had folded Yang Yahui's messages a long time ago, and Jian Anran didn't read any of the messages she sent.
When I was a child, I often saw people saying on TV that home is the only harbor.
Walking on the stone road of the school, Jian Anran was a little confused.
Where is her home?
I gave birth to myself and raised myself, and lived in the same home for more than twenty years. Finally, I discovered that it was actually my younger brother's home.
The home where I go to sleep and eat every day is the home of my nominal husband, Wen Siheng.
Although she was still in Luojiang City, her hometown where she grew up, Jian Anran felt for a moment like a duckweed living without a fixed place in the city.
It doesn't even need to be blown by the wind, it will float a few times and then you won't know where it is going.
When we returned to the dormitory, Ning Beibei, who played games all night yesterday, went back to catch up on her sleep after gossiping about the scholarship this morning.
When she opened the door and went in, Jian Anran looked at her bed. The quilt was curled up into a small ball. Ning Beibei was sleeping soundly with her gentle and even breathing.
She has never had many long-lasting friends, and Jian Anran is actually not very popular.
It just seems that at every stage there are different, but very good friends.
It's just that elementary school was elementary school, junior high school was junior high school, and in high school, I had a different group of friends around me. It wasn't until college that I met Ning Beibei.
Her friendship status is probably as follows: no one knows her past, but there are always people who look forward to the future with her.
Jian Anran never paid much attention to this issue until she entered her senior year this year. As graduation approached, she suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
What if I never meet a good friend like Ning Beibei again?
The impression Ning Beibei left on her when school started was that she had been immersed in her own small world of mobile games and didn't care about anything around her.
Initially she was worried about not getting along with her roommate Ning Beibei, but as time went by, Jian Anran discovered that Ning Beibei was really an easy person to get along with.
He is informal and open-minded. Sometimes he feels like Ning Beibei is a bold poet.
But he is careful and does not miss any detail, delicate emotions, and at the same time has a graceful charm.
Probably Ning Beibei's character is that of a hexagonal warrior in a sense.
As soon as she sat down, she saw Ning Beibei's huddled up quilt move.
"Are you back?" As soon as Ning Beibei opened her eyes a small slit, she saw Jian Anran sitting on the chair.
"Are you okay?" She sat up anxiously, a little confused, and her head hit the guardrail of the bed with a bang.
When Jian Anran turned around, she saw Ning Beibei hugging her bumped head, her expression a little distorted.
But it was obvious that Ning Beibei woke up immediately.
Ning Beibei got up quickly, washed up, and immediately made an appointment with Jian Anran to go out for dinner together.
Once again, I complained about the scholarship along the way.
From scholarships to the structural arrangements of the college, he complained about the school's lack of management capabilities.
After scolding almost every leader he knew, Ning Beibei found a seat in the restaurant and sat down, and drank two glasses of ice water in a row before she recovered.
There was no change of clothes in the dormitory, so Jian Anran stayed until the closing time, then reluctantly stood up with her bag.
"Xiao Jian." Ning Beibei suddenly called out to Jian Anran who had just turned around. He turned around and saw her with a solemn look on her face.
