The girl reacted immediately and said hello quickly: "Hello, Senior Sister Jian!"
"We are freshmen, and Teacher Wen contacted us to help." The leader explained.
"Wen Siheng?" Jian Anran was a little confused.
"Yes, that's Teacher Wen Siheng." The girl said, opening WeChat and signaling to Jian Anran.
She took out the mobile phone in her pocket, opened WeChat, and saw the little red dot emerging from the folded system.
It turned out that Wen Siheng asked in the group if anyone could come to the exhibition hall to help, and recruited some freshmen with a part-time fee of 30 yuan an hour.
The salary is slightly higher than the usual part-time job, but they obviously value this opportunity to truly participate in practice more.
Many people came here because of Wen Siheng's reputation, but after taking a closer look at the exhibition hall, Jian Anran was the only one there, which made them a little disappointed.
Only then did she see the WeChat message Wen Siheng just sent her.
[Elder Tang: I contacted a few classmates to come over to help. I’m a bit delayed here, so I’ll be there soon.]
"Teacher Wen asked us to contact Senior Sister Jian Anran after we come here. Are you Senior Sister Jian?" a boy asked.
Jian Anran said "hmm" without much hesitation. Time was running out and she immediately created a face-to-face group chat.
"I created a group chat. The number is..." She looked at the time and said, "1013, which is the current time. Let's start the group chat first."
"After you all go in, I will first send you an electronic version of the drawings. Then we will divide the work and improve efficiency."
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After contacting classmates in the group several times, Wen Siheng went from being calm at the beginning to becoming a little anxious later on.
It's not that I'm afraid that tomorrow's development will be stained, and that my studio business will collapse halfway, but it's just that everything will fall on Jian Anran alone.
It's really not quite appropriate.
It's ten o'clock. Where can I find anyone to help me at this time?
In desperation, he came up with a way to call on classmates from other grades in the group.
Most of the people who responded to him were freshmen. They had just enrolled for more than a month. They were full of enthusiasm and cherished this rare opportunity.
It may also be due to the blessing of his previous lectures. Everyone is very curious about his name, so he is very curious and wants to increase the opportunity to get along with the teacher.
Because most of the people who were willing to come were junior students, Wen Siheng didn't have high expectations, but when he arrived at the scene, he was really surprised.
However, when he arrived at the site, he was a little surprised. The exhibition progressed much faster than he expected, and more than 60% of the installation work was completed.
Although there are still some details that need to be polished, the current progress is sufficient to ensure that the exhibition can be launched as scheduled.
In the center of the exhibition hall, drawings were spread out. Jian Anran's white T-shirt was stained with streaks of dust. She was holding a computer and talking to a classmate next to her.
"Hello, Teacher Wen!" The sharp-eyed classmates suddenly saw Wen Siheng standing at the door.
He bent his eyes and took out the packaging bag in his hand.
"I have packed some milk tea for everyone. Let's drink it first and then continue working."
"Thank you for your hard work," he added.
Several classmates rushed up, took the bag, and thanked Wen Siheng repeatedly, saying things like "Thank you, teacher" and "The teacher is so handsome."
Wen Siheng lowered his head and smiled, then returned to the car to get a cup of milk tea.
When Wen Siheng went upstairs, the center of the exhibition hall was almost empty, except for a few cups of leftover milk tea. After looking around, he finally found Jian Anran in the corner, using gouache to color the decorations.
Feeling that the light source was blocked, Jian Anran couldn't help but frown, and turned around with some displeasure. Black trousers and leather shoes came into view, and she suddenly remembered something.
Her eyes moved up the trousers, and her eyes fell on the other person's delicate facial features.
Under the backlight, Jian Anran could not see his face clearly, but only noticed that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
"Yours." He handed over the individually wrapped cup of milk tea in his hand.
After hesitating for a while, Jian Anran reached out and took it, took off the outermost plastic bag, and then saw the label on the bottle clearly.
【Milk green】
Although Jian Anran likes milk tea very much, she never orders the most conventional flavors.
She prefers milk green with a refreshing taste. Jian Anran thought about it for a long time. She seemed to have mentioned it casually to Wen Siheng when they were eating before.
It turned out that he had listened.
Jian Anran was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say. She paused before squeezing out two words.
"Thanks."
He is obviously a person with such a delicate mind, and I thought he had noticed everything, but recently he seemed to have noticed nothing.
Jian Anran didn't dare to think too much. Did he notice that all the hard work and troubles in the office were left to her alone?
Did he notice that Xiangyi frequently forced things on her head that he couldn't finish?
Did he really not notice? Or was he selectively ignoring it.
Looking at each other in silence, she really didn't have the courage to face the other party's burning gaze, so Jian Anran chose to lower her head.
Pretending to be nonchalant, she opened the straw and inserted it into the milk tea. She gently stirred the pearls stuck to the bottom with the straw and took a sip.
"It tastes good," she said.
"Yes." The other party raised his head and glanced behind him, "Next, I'm here to help."
"Don't take all the responsibility on yourself, it's not your fault."
As he spoke, he took off his coat and placed it on the chair aside, folding it on top of Jian Anran's shirt.
Before everyone tried to turn the tide, the exhibition hall was finally decorated, and Jian Anran immediately took out her mobile phone and took a few photos.
It's not that she wants to record the fruits of her labor, it's just that this is a personal habit she has only had since she was in college.
The process of transporting and displaying works is always accompanied by various uncertainties, and only photos can serve as conclusive evidence.
To prove that you have successfully completed the production of the exhibits, if an accident occurs midway, taking photos as proof is also a means of grafting responsibility to a certain extent.
This means that if any accident happens next, it will have nothing to do with them.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work. We have to go to class tomorrow. Let's go back and rest early."
Wen Siheng conveniently distributed red envelopes in the group, and everyone present received them.
In addition to the part-time salary agreed at the beginning, he also specially gave everyone a late night snack and taxi fare.
"Thank you, teacher!" The students came to say thank you and say goodbye to him when they left.
"Don't we need to stay and clean up?" A classmate pointed to the scratches on the ground.
When the students next to me heard this, they immediately stopped walking, turned around and rolled up their sleeves, intending to start the cleaning work behind.
"No need," Wen Siheng said with a smile, "I have contacted the cleaning company before, and they will be here in half an hour."
"I won't bother my classmates to do something like this."
After finally sending off all the classmates, Wen Siheng turned around and returned to the exhibition hall. Jian Anran picked up her shirt and took Wen Siheng's coat along with it.
"Next, before I go back, I have something to tell you."
