Professor Zhang's teaching style is famous for his strictness, and he has an undeniable principle -
No electronic devices are allowed in class.
Whether it is an iPad, a laptop or a mobile phone, none of them are allowed to appear.
At the beginning of last semester, Jian Anran openly took out her mobile phone and took several ppt photos, and was remembered by Professor Zhang.
Since this semester, Professor Zhang has been cueing Jian Anran frequently every time he attends class.
In the past, her grades were always in the bottom few, which attracted Professor Zhang's attention, and no one was surprised when he mentioned her name.
"Reinforcement, reinforcement..." Jian Anran flipped through the textbook anxiously, clearly remembering that she took special notes in the last class.
She didn't turn it over at all, her palms began to feel cold, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
"Classmate Jian Anran." Professor Zhang shouted again.
His eyes scanned the classroom, and soon his focus fell on Jian Anran, who was eagerly flipping through a book in the back row.
"Can classmate Jian do it?" Professor Zhang asked.
Raising her head in panic, Jian Anran's shaking eyes met the professor's stern eyes, as if she was about to penetrate him.
She then lowered her head guiltily and shook her head vigorously.
The professor had an "expected" expression on his face and was not too surprised. He picked up a white chalk from the podium, turned around and started writing on the blackboard.
After writing half of the blackboard's formulas and solution process eloquently, the professor turned around and put down the chalk.
"We architects have a lifelong responsibility system." Professor Zhang raised his glasses with the knuckle of his index finger.
“Why are architecture and medicine the only five-year undergraduate programs in our school?”
"Because what we do is a matter of life and death, students are not only responsible for themselves, but also for the lives of others."
"Don't be careless like some students, hovering on the edge of the passing line."
As soon as she raised her head, Jian Anran saw the professor's eyes glancing this way, clearly indicating something.
There was an indescribable feeling in her heart, and Jian Anran suddenly felt sad.
It wasn't that she was sad that she had been scolded, but it seemed that she thought she had worked very hard at this stage, but the reality was that she didn't work hard enough.
She obviously listened carefully, and she obviously took notes...
Her shoulders felt heavy, and she looked up to see Ning Beibei's hand on her shoulder.
Ning Beibei sighed and patted Jian Anran's shoulder gently.
"Xiao Jian, don't take it to heart. Professor Zhang will cue you for more than a day or two."
"Besides, if architects have to do this, wouldn't structural engineers be unemployed? It's not as exaggerated as Professor Zhang said."
Ning Beibei knew how to comfort people, and Jian Anran felt that she was not so bad after all.
Don't get involved and leave the structural matters to professional architects.
"I'm not telling you that your studio's curation of this exhibition was a great success. You should quickly take the opportunity to learn a few tricks from me, and you will have another career direction in the future." Ning Beibei said.
"Recently, many brands have come to the school, and they have asked Wen Siheng Studio to curate exhibitions. I am too busy to refuse them."
"What did you say?" Jian Anran wanted to refute immediately.
This curation has indeed opened up the studio’s reputation to a certain extent, but she seems to have never heard of any invitations from brands.
"You don't know about this?" Ning Beibei was a little surprised, "I heard that Senior Sister Xiangyi has been crazy busy recently and has three art exhibitions on her hands."
She shook her head in confusion. She went to and from get off work on time these days. Jian Anran did notice that the atmosphere in the office was solemn, and everyone chatted less.
Originally wondering if they were still feeling guilty for not receiving the call last time, Jian Anran didn't think much about anything else.
It turns out that they have already taken on several curatorial projects?
Jian Anran couldn't help but laugh at herself. Although she was the one to organize the last exhibition, she was not able to participate too much in the design.
Most of them just handed over some repetitive mechanical operations to her, and Jian Anran was not able to participate in the most core design part.
"It's because I don't deserve it." Jian Anran smiled reluctantly and quoted a line she saw in the TV series.
As get out of class was about to end, she went out of her way and decisively declined Ning Beibei's invitation to go on a weekend trip.
"Are you really planning to study?" Ning Beibei confirmed again and again.
After hearing Jian Anran's affirmative reply, she reached out and covered her mouth in disbelief.
…
After the meeting, Wen Siheng returned to the office. In front of the glass window of the small office, the workstation was empty.
Jian Anran seemed to be used to coming in and out of the office every day. When Wen Siheng saw her absence, his first reaction was——
Did something happen to her?
After returning home, he opened the door and saw the lights on in the study deep in the corridor. Wen Siheng's restless heart seemed to calm down.
The notebook on the table has its backlight on, and Jian Anran's textbook is spread out on the table, filled with notes from class.
Her scratch paper was laid out flat on the side, and Jian Anran found several example questions from the Internet and calculated them one by one.
"Dong dong dong -" A knock on the door came from above her head, and then she noticed Wen Siheng leaning against the door.
After being stunned for a moment, Jian Anran woke up from the calculation problem and said, "Are you back?"
"My desk is not big enough, and I can't hold the scratch paper when I put the computer on it." She said as she put away her things.
"Do you want to use the study room? I'll make it available right away."
The other party came over, reached out and gently held her wrist, and Jian Anran's movement of packing things stopped.
"I told you, this is your home too." He said slowly.
Without speaking, Jian Anran was silent for a while, and finally raised her head and said "hmm".
"What are you doing?" the other party asked, leaning his chest on the back of her chair, covering her from behind, and flipping through the textbook in Jian Anran's hand.
He doesn't often use perfume, and he only has a very light smell of laundry detergent.
"Mechanics." Wen Siheng's voice was very soft, "Don't you know how to do it?"
Jian Anran nodded, watching the other person take away his textbook, holding it in his hand and looking at it carefully for a while.
After putting down the textbook, Wen Siheng took out a blank A4 paper, unscrewed the cap of the black pen with one hand, and began to write the explanation on the paper.
"The idea you just expressed is only applicable to..."
Fang Yan explained the problem-solving method in a concise and concise manner, and Jian Anran suddenly became enlightened.
After handing in the mechanics homework for correction, Professor Zhang called Jian Anran's name again in the next class.
Unexpectedly, this time she not only mastered the previous knowledge points perfectly, but also previewed the content of the next chapter.
I successfully mastered all the knowledge points within the scope of this midterm exam.
When the bell rang, Professor Zhang turned off the ppt on time.
Uncharacteristically, he collected his briefcase very slowly. When Jian Anran was about to leave the classroom, he looked up and saw that there were not many classmates left around him.
As I was passing by the podium, I was called out: "Jian Anran, please wait a moment."
She stuffed the textbook in her hand randomly into her tote bag, turned back to the podium, and felt uneasy.
She didn't seem to have done much recently, right? Jian Anran tried hard to recall her performance during this period.
"Have you heard that the new foundation established in the college plans to award scholarships this semester?"
