"Teacher Xu, do you know An Ran?" Seeing Belly come over specially, the counselor asked in surprise.
"So it's just a one-time relationship." Belly said lightly, then turned and left.
After the decoration was completed, the venue was quickly bustling with many architecture students who came here to admire it.
The name ZH Studio is there, it is a star studio that almost all architecture students dare not even think of.
In this way, one of the main creators of the studio stands in front of him and shares his experience. This is a coveted opportunity, and everyone is eager to come in and listen.
"Okay, everyone, be quiet for a moment. The students who are coming from behind will quickly find a place to sit down." The counselor stood on the stage and took control of the situation.
"Everyone may already know that the teacher today is one of the main designers of the well-known firm ZH Studio, Mr. Xu Nianhe."
Yesterday, I only heard other people calling me "Belly, Belly". Only now did Jian Anran realize that her name was Xu Nianhe.
Xu Nianhe, Nianhe.
Although she didn't like her very much, Jian Anran couldn't help but secretly sigh that she had a very nice name.
Amidst the applause of the crowd, Xu Nianhe walked onto the stage.
The classmates below were chattering. Although everyone seemed to have no stereotypes about the appearance of female architects, everyone couldn't help but be surprised.
With such an outstanding resume coupled with such an outstanding appearance, I have to secretly lament the injustice of the world.
Some people are born with one door opened by God and two more windows opened by the way.
"Hey, God must have laid bricks on my doors and windows." Ning Beibei shook her head.
Xu Nianhe began to share her past study experience on stage, unlike Wen Siheng who did not go abroad until he was an adult.
Xu Nianhe had just finished elementary school when his family sent him to England to study, from junior high school to a doctorate.
She received offers from major firms soon after graduation, but she finally chose ZH Firm because she personally admired ZH's career achievements as a female architect.
After hearing this, Jian Anran seemed to have some new and different views on Xu Nianhe.
Jian Anran doesn't know much about her past love life, but what is certain is Xu Nianhe's career achievements.
It doesn’t mean that she will be successful if she joins a celebrity firm or a high-end studio after graduation, but she has her own ideas and strong will. Such a broad platform is just a springboard for her career.
She originally thought that the people on the stage were just the lucky ones.
Such a group of people were lucky enough to be born into a privileged family, and enjoyed a superior education since childhood, and were able to embark on a smooth road in life.
Although it is undeniable that part of the reason is true.
But when she heard Xu Nianhe sharing her personal views on ZH, Jian Anran felt the same.
When they were sophomores, they once visited a well-known local design institute with their teacher.
What left a deep impression on Jian Anran was not the depressing environment where everyone was silent in front of the computer, nor the relatively high starting salary in construction, but the seriously imbalanced male-female ratio inside.
It is almost impossible to see one or two girls out of ten boys, but looking at their undergraduate studies, it is obvious that the ratio of boys to girls is one to one.
Many people ridicule that the threshold for major local design institutes is that you must be a man.
The industry defaults that girls cannot bear this hardship, cannot endure this kind of punishment, can't join this class, and cannot work at such a construction site.
As the first woman in the world to win the Pritzker Architecture Prize, the "Oscar of the architectural world", ZH herself is a powerful example that can break such prejudices.
It is with this belief that Xu Nianhe persists in this industry, which is already on the decline.
So does Jian Anran.
After sharing his growth experience, Xu Nianhe said many words of encouragement to architecture students.
"Hey, do you know how this teacher was invited by the school?" Zhou Yun in the front row turned around and gossiped. She lives next door to Jian Anran's original dormitory.
"What?" When she heard someone gossiping, Ning Beibei immediately put her ear to the side.
"I heard from a senior who is currently a graduate student that this teacher was invited by Professor Wen."
"That's nothing strange." Ning Beibei disagreed, "You didn't hear that she came back from England."
"I haven't finished speaking yet, why are you anxious?" Zhou Yun lowered her head pretending to be mysterious and whispered.
"I heard that she is Professor Wen's predecessor."
"Help? Is there still such a thing?"
Ning Beibei glanced at Jian Anran secretly. Seeing that she was not very surprised, she poked Jian Anran with her elbow and scolded her with her eyes: You didn't tell me even if you knew it!
Shrugging helplessly, Jian Anran glanced at Ning Beibei, leaned into Ning Beibei's ear and whispered softly: "I just found out not long ago. I haven't had a chance to say this."
"What are you two whispering about? I haven't finished speaking yet." Zhou Yun interrupted them.
"The more exciting thing is yet to come. The senior said that it was Xu Nianhe's colleague who accidentally let it slip."
"I heard that Professor Wen was dumped by Xu Nianhe and was heartbroken before returning to Luo University to teach."
"Is there such a thing?" Ning Beibei was almost so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth.
Her heart skipped a beat, this was the first time Jian Anran heard about this.
Last night, she speculated on countless reasons why they broke up, but with Wen Siheng repeatedly dodging and the other party pressing forward step by step, Jian Anran just thought it was a good time to get together and the other party still couldn't let go of this relationship.
It turns out that it was Wen Siheng who couldn't let go?
So are all his actions to protect his own self-esteem, or are he trying to hide his feelings?
She almost didn't dare to think about it anymore, Jian Anran's smile froze on her face.
Soon she realized that something was not right with Jian Anran, and Ning Beibei immediately stopped Zhou Yun from continuing to gossip.
"Shhhhhhh, the classmates next to me just turned to look at us, please keep your voice down."
Her interest was interrupted, Zhou Yun turned her head away and continued to listen to Xu Nianhe's experience sharing on the stage.
"A talented man and a beautiful woman, they are really a perfect match." Zhou Yun added.
She is indeed a talented man and a beautiful woman. Jian Anran's self-confidence that she had finally gained last night collapsed again.
I remembered that I pretended to be the master and poured some water last night. They even said that it was their wedding room.
From beginning to end, she was just a guest living in that house.
I don't know what they missed during the gossip, but when they came back to their senses again, they found that Wen Siheng had been cueed onto the stage.
"Teacher Wen and I used to be classmates." As soon as Xu Nianhe finished speaking, the people in the audience began to boo.
It seems that everyone already knows the news about their former lovers.
Wen Siheng was as still as a mountain on the stage, while the woman on the side had a smile as bright as a flower, her lips covered and her eyes curled up.
There seemed to be stars in her eyes, shining faintly, and she enjoyed the cheers from the audience.
"Actually, Mr. Wen also received an offer, but he still chose to give up this job opportunity and return to Luoyang University. Why don't we also listen to his thoughts, and maybe we can look at our employment from a different perspective."
Xu Nianhe calmly handed over the microphone and suddenly shifted all the focus to Wen Siheng.
His sharp black eyes scanned the crowd, and Wen Siheng found the little head underneath.
He held the microphone for a long time, but he never spoke. Even the counselor was a little anxious and quietly walked to the stage to signal him to speak.
As if he had finally made up his mind, Wen Siheng raised the microphone and put it to his lips.
