Only then did Jian Anran realize that she met Xiangyi by chance at dinner at Hotel H that day and seemed to have heard her introduce herself as Wen Siheng's student.
This is Wen Siheng's first year on the job, and there are not many students available.
Except for a third-year graduate student, his old professor retired before he could graduate, so he had to be transferred here. The remaining one boy and two girls are all freshmen who just entered the school this year.
Xiangyi is also among them.
His own niece was admitted to graduate school, and Xiangyi's uncle, Professor Xiang, originally wanted to arrange for her to study with a respected old professor.
Although Wen Siheng has an excellent reputation in overseas research institutes and a very impressive personal resume, he is still in his first year on the job after all, and Professor Xiang, who specially recruited him back, is not sure whether he can adapt to the teaching model of Luoyang University.
Unexpectedly, Xiangyi found out about this new instructor somewhere and wanted to follow his group.
Professor Xiang Lao couldn't resist his coquettish niece, so he had to grant her wish.
From the teaching preparation work before the start of the school year to the period after the school started, Professor Xiang observed him for more than half a month and found that Wen Siheng's ability was indeed outstanding.
"Is there a new member in our group?" Xiangyi asked softly at the door with her sweet voice.
"I'm an office assistant. I'm a senior this year. I'm here to study." The male senior in a plaid shirt standing next to him saw Xiangyi coming and stood up to answer, "Xiangyi, why are you here so late today?"
"Wow, wow, I watched the live broadcast too late yesterday, and I couldn't hear the alarm clock at all this morning." Xiangyi said coquettishly.
"Did you also watch yesterday's game?" The senior in the plaid shirt had red cheeks and was obviously very excited.
"That's for sure," Xiangyi walked to her seat and put down her small Strawberry Bear satchel. "Seeing EDG lose, I was so sad that I couldn't sleep."
Jian Anran didn't know much about games, but last night her circle of friends was almost filled with the letters EDG and RNG. In her memory, she seemed to have heard Ning Beibei say that these were e-sports clubs.
After thinking for a long time, Jian Anran still didn't know whether she should stand up and say hello.
What if Xiangyi recognized her? How would she explain her private meeting with the teacher?
Finally unable to muster the courage, Jane Anran buried her head in the pile of documents silently, flipping through the project text materials Wen Siheng gave her this morning.
The light from the window was blocked, and a long shadow fell on the table.
Looking up, she was immediately so nervous that she forgot to breathe up and down in her chest.
Xiangyi's eyes were lively and he stood beside her table with a smile.
"Hello, schoolgirl, my name is Xiangyi, and I'm a first-year graduate student."
Jian Anran felt guilty and held up the text in her hand to cover half of her face, not daring to look directly at it.
"Hello, senior sister, my name is Jian Anran, and I am the new office assistant."
Xiangyi showed a perfect smile, even the curvature of the corners of his mouth seemed to be drawn with a protractor.
"Don't be shy, schoolgirl, we all get along very well."
"Yes, yes." The senior in plaid shirt, who had just come in from Xiangyi, was extremely attentive, echoed.
"Huh?" As if he remembered something, Xiangyi was stunned for a moment, scanning his eyes up and down, trying to remember.
Panicking in her heart, Jian Anran tightly grasped a corner of the text and silently prayed that it would be better if Xiangyi was blind.
"Have we met somewhere?" Xiangyi tilted his head.
Okay, she remembered.
Sure enough, the Buddha will kick you if you cram it for the moment. Jian Anran vowed that she must be a pious and kind person from today on.
"Perhaps I've seen you in the department? It's very busy since school started, and everyone often has meetings in the department." No matter how panicked she felt, Jian Anran always kept a calm face.
"It doesn't feel like it?" Xiangyi shook his head.
"Crack," the door of the small office behind him was pushed open, and Wen Siheng walked out of it holding a computer host.
The moment Xiangyi turned around, it was as if he had a flash of inspiration, and clapped his hands in sudden realization, "Do the teacher and the school girl know each other?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the office, which had just been filled with keyboard typing, suddenly became as quiet as a chicken.
Facing the crowd's faces, Jian Anran forced out a forced smile and cast a bewildered look at Wen Siheng for help.
"Yes," Wen Siheng confirmed her answer.
The melon-eaters took a deep breath.
Jian Anran, who suffered a cardiac arrest, probably needed a breath of immortal energy to survive.
"Jian is also my student, and I take the professional courses for her senior year."
What, that’s it? The usual sound of keyboards and mouse clicks returned to the office.
Xiangyi said "Oh" without saying anything else and returned to his seat thoughtfully.
The host was placed heavily on Jian Anran's desk by Wen Siheng.
"Student Jian, there isn't a computer here yet. You can use this one first."
Hmm? Can the office assistant also get a new computer?
Everyone present was obviously very surprised, and the senior sister next to her shouted jokingly: "Teacher, why don't we have one? Don't favor one over another just because a beautiful junior is here."
"This is equipment recently approved by the school. Don't worry, the configuration is far inferior to the computers everyone brought." Wen Siheng said and turned to the warehouse to get the monitor.
"Thank you, teacher." Jian Anran raised her voice specially.
But the man in front of him had no intention of leaving at all. He stood at the light source, his arms folded across his chest slightly tightening the sleeves of his white shirt.
What flashed before Jian Anran was the scene of a black coat and white shirt being peeled off one by one under the dim light.
He usually looks thin and tall, but what is wrapped under his shirt and black pants are sculpted muscles with clear grooves.
Okay, stop, if you continue to recall it, you will have to mosaic it.
"I'll help you install the computer." Wen Siheng put one hand on the table and the other on the back of her chair, leaning over and whispering in her ear.
Jian Anran turned around like a meerkat and peeked at the reactions of other people in the office. Fortunately, no one heard her.
After assembling the computer and downloading the software, Wen Siheng dragged his feet on Jian Anran's workstation for almost an hour before finishing it. When he was done, he clapped his hands before going back to the office.
"Teacher is so kind to you!" A sweet female voice suddenly appeared in the office that had been silent for a long time. Xiangyi held his head in his hands and glanced over with a faint look.
"Ah?" Jian Anran pretended to be stupid, "Teacher Wen is indeed a nice person. Fortunately, he was assigned to the teachers' group. The seniors are also very nice!"
She praised everyone in passing.
Xiangyi originally wanted to say something sour so that everyone could find out that Wen Siheng and Jian Anran had an extraordinary relationship.
The school girl who came was the only undergraduate in the whole office, so it didn't seem like something too out of the ordinary to show more humanistic care.
Therefore, others did not pay much attention to Xiangyi's words and just thought they were chatting and taking pictures of the teacher's rainbow fart.
"Jingle Bell--"
When the get out of class bell rang, the phone on Jian Anran's desktop immediately lit up. Pulling down, there was a new message.
[Elder Tang: I’ll wait for you in the parking lot]
He raised his head and glanced at the office. None of the other seniors seemed to have any intention of leaving.
【Jane: I can go back by myself】
[Elder Tang: Didn’t you say you were going to the supermarket? 】
On the other end of the louvered grille, a small gap was opened by sharp-jointed fingers. In front of the glass window, Jian Anran read the news and began to pack her things.
"Bah," the door of the small office opened, and the person inside came out carrying a briefcase.
"It's time to get off work. Let's go back and rest early." His voice was unexpectedly brisk today.
"Teacher, is it so early today?" The glasses-rimmed senior glanced at his watch in disbelief.
"I will always plan to do it this early in the future." When she finished speaking, Jian Anran looked at him from the corner of her eye.
