"Ah? Although this is not far from the subway station, you're welcome!" After hearing this, Mi Yingying happily pulled Song Qi away.
Before leaving, he did not forget to say a few words of comfort to Jian Anran, "Come on, schoolgirl, if you need anything, please feel free to contact me. You should go back and have a good rest today and don't work overtime."
"Yes", Jane Anran nodded, stretched out her hand and waved goodbye to them.
As soon as she got in the car, she saw that Wen Siheng had turned on the navigation and was searching for nearby hospitals. Jian Anran held down his hand.
"Actually, it's not serious. Just go back and wash the wound and forget about it."
The person in front of me didn't seem to hear it. After pressing the confirm button on the navigation interface, I stepped on the accelerator.
"I'm telling you." Jian Anran said suddenly.
After hearing that there was no follow-up for a long time, Wen Siheng said: "You said it."
"I've been really tired these days." She continued, feeling like she was about to collapse emotionally.
"I know." Wen Siheng's answer was very calm, but unexpectedly it had a soothing effect.
"I once thought, was it really the right choice for me to choose this major?"
"I even thought about downgrading my career and switching majors." She honestly expressed her innermost thoughts.
The person in front of me was silent for a while, "What happened in the end? What did you think?"
Jian Anran couldn't help but asked curiously: "Why don't you persuade me?"
"What should I advise you?" A smile appeared on Wen Siheng's lips.
"I advise you to say that it is bitter first and then sweet. If you persist now, you will gain something in the future."
His knuckled hands were clenched tightly, and his index finger tapped the steering wheel rhythmically again and again.
"Because," Wen Siheng paused, "I also feel that this line of work is very tiring."
"And what's worse is that the gains in this industry are not immediate. You may need to work day and night for five years, ten years or even more."
"But if you still want to stick with it, I will do my best to help you, whether it's answering questions or providing assistance."
"If you have any plans to change careers, I can help you at any time."
After not hearing any sound for a long time, Wen Siheng turned his head slightly and asked, "Why is there no sound?"
Jian Anran, who was in the passenger seat, lowered her head slightly and said no more.
They soon arrived at a hospital in Shizhong District, and the black SUV parked steadily near the emergency room entrance.
As soon as Jian Anran limped out of the car, she felt strength coming from one side of her body. Wen Siheng held her arm on one side, which saved her a lot of effort.
Although the wound was long, fortunately it was not very deep. After the doctor confirmed that the easel was made of wood, he simply disinfected the wound and it was done.
The person in front of me even wanted to go back to the office and work overtime, but Wen Siheng forced him to go home.
Putting her injured leg up on the coffee table, Jane lay safely on the sofa.
After returning from cutting some fruit, Wen Siheng found a computer set up on her lap.
"Take a rest, we are all people with a tomorrow."
"Huh?" Jian Anran was a little confused.
"It means," Wen Siheng reached out and closed her computer, "It's okay to do these things tomorrow."
"Why is it okay?" Jian Anran was a little anxious, "I have the midterm exam next week, and the score in the midterm exam accounts for 45% of the total grade."
"I almost failed last semester because I did so poorly on the midterm exam. I had a bad exam at the end of the semester and almost couldn't do it for half a month."
Reaching out and forking an apple with a fork, Jian Anran turned on the computer and continued reviewing.
During class the next day, Jian Anran specifically asked Wen Siheng to go upstairs first and she would be responsible for locking the car.
While discussing the progress of the Ludao project with Song Qi outside, Wen Siheng did not return to the small office.
"Squeak -" As soon as the office door opened, Wen Siheng frowned slightly when he saw Jian Anran coming in with a bottle of canned coffee.
"What's wrong, teacher? Is this place not doing well?" His fleeting micro-expression was captured by Song Qi.
"It's okay," Wen Siheng reached out and touched the center of his brow, "It's just that my eyes were too dry just now."
Mi Yingying raised her head and said, "Why does An Ran drink coffee again? You might as well buy a box and put it in the office."
Jian Anran smiled coquettishly, "I like to drink iced coffee, but the office doesn't have this condition."
"Is the wound getting better?" Mi Yingying said, looking down at Jian Anran's calves, and saw that she was wearing a pair of very loose black pants.
"It's nothing, by the way," she said while looking at Wen Siheng, "I haven't thanked the teacher for taking me to the hospital yesterday."
"It's okay, it's okay, classmate Jian."
Xiangyi heard the above conversation as soon as he opened the door and walked in.
Although she did not show up yesterday, based on the long text that Teacher Bian sent her, she could guess what happened yesterday.
Wanting to hide it, Xiangyi gave a light "tsk".
"Are you back?" Mi Yingying, who was sitting by the door, was the first to notice.
Hearing the sound, everyone raised their heads and looked at Xiangyi.
She was still wearing a small skirt and Mary Jane shoes as always, and when she felt everyone's gaze, Xiangyi lowered her head awkwardly.
More than half an hour has passed since class started. She disappeared suddenly yesterday and was late again today.
Everyone was slightly stunned at first, then Wen Siheng broke the silence.
"Everyone is really busy and under a lot of pressure recently. Please don't work overtime today. Go back and rest early."
"Yeah, don't work overtime." Mi Yingying agreed.
Xiangyi bit his lip, then lowered his eyes, and it took a long time to squeeze out a few words.
"Thank you for your concern, I will start working first."
After saying that, she turned on the computer and continued working on the project. The office was silent for a while, and then the sounds of Song Qi and Wen Siheng discussing were heard.
After determining the direction of the revision, Wen Siheng carried his briefcase and walked straight back to the small office.
When passing by Jian Anran's seat, I glanced out of the corner of my eye. She was holding her head with one hand and rotating the model 360 degrees with the other hand to observe.
"Senior sister An Ran."
After regaining consciousness, Jian Anran looked up and found that it was Song Qi calling her.
Putting her hands on the table, she tried to support herself to stand up.
Song Qi suddenly remembered that her leg was injured, and quickly stood up and said, "No, no, I'd better come over."
She opened a file on Jian Anran's computer, which was the floor plan she drew yesterday morning.
Song Qi pointed to a few places and said: "These are some relatively basic questions. Are you feeling tired recently? I feel like this shouldn't be a mistake you will make."
"Sorry, sorry." Jian Anran apologized quickly and started to modify the floor plan.
The time spent immersed in work passed very quickly. When she was about to get off work, Mi Yingying suddenly asked: "Xiangyi, have you done it over there?"
"It's been three days. If you haven't finished it, I can't start it."
"Ah?" Xiangyi turned her head, showing her watery eyes, "Sorry, I've been busy revising the paper these days, and there's still half of it left to finish."
As she spoke, she cast her wet eyes at Jian Anran, who had just stood up to pack her bag.
