Chapter 74 Forgive me for not wanting to follow up
Author: Sugar Fried Rice Noodles
Chapter 74 Forgive me for not wanting to follow up
There has been too much work lately, and Jian Anran feels a little overwhelmed.
She used to only drink milk, but recently she has become a regular customer of the vending machine downstairs. Whenever she feels tired, she goes downstairs and brings a bottle of coffee.
Mildly intolerant to caffeine, her heartbeat began to accelerate crazily after drinking coffee, feeling as if it was about to jump out of her throat.
Her heartbeat accelerated abnormally, and Jian Anran had to go outside to get a large amount of water from the drinking fountain.
Although she didn't know if there was any specific scientific basis, she always felt that after drinking water, the caffeine in her stomach would be diluted and her heartbeat would gradually slow down.
The only side effect is frequent trips to the bathroom.
Watching Jian Anran coming in and out, even Song Qi had to sigh: "My junior schoolmate is really busy this morning."
I don’t know if it was because she lost the blessing of caffeine when she went out to work in the afternoon, and Jian Anran’s mental state began to fall into a trance.
The empty white walls in the exhibition hall in front of her made her mood unusually calm. Listening to Teacher Bian and Wen Siheng using various professional terms to lay out complicated questions, her mental state gradually drifted away.
When her reason was finally defeated by her will, she came to her senses and had fallen onto rows of collapsed easels, and immediately felt waves of burning pain in her waist.
"Hiss—" Jian Anran held her aching waist.
There was a serious lack of sleep time in the past few days. Under the high mental pressure, Jian Anran's sleep quality was greatly reduced. She even felt like her soul was out of body due to extreme exhaustion.
For a moment, she didn't notice the easel placed on the ground. Jian Anran's legs didn't move forward and she tripped over the easel.
The easels next to each other fell down one after another like dominoes, leaving Jian Anran sitting on the easel in such embarrassment.
Teacher Bian frowned and glanced at it, folding his arms in front of his chest, as if he had some objections to the reckless female student in front of him.
"This...?" Teacher Bian glanced sideways, "Can such a big easel be hit? Is this classmate not thinking about it?"
Looking up and meeting everyone's eyes, Jian Anran said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I was too careless. I'll take care of it now."
Teacher Bian snorted lightly and said, "You have other work to do here. The time to carry out the work is so tight. What should I do if the progress is delayed?"
"I'm sorry." Jian Anran held her waist and tried to stand up. She felt a numbness and sharp pain in her legs. She felt that she couldn't use the strength, so she had to hold up her upper body in embarrassment.
"When the exhibition staff arrive, I can stay and help."
"Don't pay attention to me," she said, raising her head with a smile, "it's okay for you to continue discussing."
"Yeah!" A scream broke the silence. They looked in the direction of the sound. Everyone looked towards the source of the sound. Mi Yingying was covering her mouth and pointing forward in horror.
"Keep your feet safe!"
Jian Anran subconsciously looked at her feet. It turned out that her calf had been scratched by the easel. A bloodstain could be faintly seen and became more obvious. The wounds in some places were deep and even oozing out blood.
"How come..." Teacher Bian stamped his foot, looking a little anxious, and wanted to move forward to move the easel, but he didn't know where to start.
"Be careful about dripping blood on the easel!" she shouted anxiously.
"Teacher Bian!" Wen Siheng almost roared, startling Teacher Bian, and she turned her head in disbelief.
I saw the veins on Wen Siheng's forehead popping out, and his neck suddenly turned red.
"Teacher Wen, what... do you mean?" Teacher Bian suddenly stuttered when he was frightened by the person in front of him.
He received no answer, and everyone present looked at him striding forward.
Squatting in front of Jian Anran, Wen Siheng unbuttoned his shirt one by one, revealing white short sleeves without any logo inside.
"Hey...what do you want to do?" Jane Anran asked in a low voice.
"do not move."
He took off his shirt, twisted it into a strip, and tied it to one end of Jian Anran's wound. The biology knowledge from junior high school once again hit Jian Anran's head directly.
Distal hemostasis.
The person in front of him stretched out his hand, originally intending to lift her up, but suddenly paused, and then put one of her hands on his shoulder, helping Jian Anran to stand up.
"You guys should go together too." Wen Siheng looked at Song Qi and Mi Yingying behind him and said.
"Teacher Wen?!" Teacher Bian looked at them from behind and shouted anxiously.
"I can give you the drawings." Wen Siheng turned around and gave him a cold look.
"I'm sorry I can't follow up later."
As he spoke, he turned around and gave Song Qi and Mi Yingying a look. Mi Yingying reacted very quickly and snatched the thick drawings from Song Qi's hand.
When Mi Yingying walked up to Teacher Bian, she "hummed" loudly and threw the drawing on the ground.
"You...!" Teacher Bian angrily kicked the floor with her high heels.
"You are so irresponsible! I will not pay any subsequent design fees! I am going to tell all my colleagues that this is your studio's attitude towards customers!"
"That's alright, my dear teacher," Mi Yingying turned around and said with a smile, "Our projects of tens of thousands of square meters, or even hundreds of thousands of square meters, have been done well."
"As for your 500-square-meter exhibition hall, we changed it five times in three days. You didn't sit in the office from dawn to dusk. Last night, I received a call from you at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night."
"We are here to do projects, not to sell our lives. Don't expect people to be on call 24 hours a day with a small design fee."
Mi Yingying became angrier as she spoke and stepped on the ground a few times, "What? Are your shoes the only one that can make a sound?"
After saying that, she immediately turned around and trotted to follow them.
"Teacher, are we really okay with this...?" Song Qi leaned close to Wen Siheng's ear and asked softly.
"Teacher Bian's husband is an old professor at the Academy of Fine Arts, with a first-class authority. We offended him not long after our studio was founded..."
"You can go back and follow up." Wen Siheng turned his head and smiled, then stopped smiling after he finished speaking.
Sensing that the other party's mood was not quite right, Song Qi immediately shut his mouth and walked aside quietly.
When walking to the car, Jian Anran's hand immediately dropped from Wen Siheng's shoulder.
When Wen Siheng stepped forward to help her just now, she felt that her heart was going to jump out every minute.
Fortunately, Song Qi didn't care much about these details, and Mi Yingying was as generous as ever. She just felt that the teacher cared about the students and didn't think too much about other aspects.
Jian Anran couldn't even imagine what it would be like if Xiangyi was present, and she would probably get some weird energy again.
"You guys take a taxi back first. I'll take classmate Jian to the hospital. I'll reimburse you for the fare later." Wen Siheng came back and said.
