She shook her head first and looked at Professor Zhang with confusion, wondering why he suddenly mentioned this matter to her.
Meeting Professor Zhang's gaze, Jian Anran nodded again.
"Do you have any plans to submit an application?" Professor Zhang asked.
Jian Anran said what was in her heart without thinking: "I heard the competition is fierce."
"So?" Professor Zhang asked, "Your performance in class today was very good."
"Really?" When it was the first time she heard affirmation of herself from Professor Zhang, Jian Anran's first reaction was to ask back.
Somewhat unbelievable.
Professor Zhang nodded and confirmed her question.
An emotion that was difficult to describe in words could not help but surge up in her heart. Jian Anran felt as if every cell in her body was jumping for joy for her, and her face suddenly turned red.
"There is no formal document about the foundation, but the scholarship is definitely confirmed." Professor Zhang held on to the gold frame supporting the thick lenses and continued.
"In addition to the most basic grades, this scholarship attaches great importance to students' personal abilities. Do you have a resume now?" Professor Zhang asked with concern.
"CV?"
Recalling her dull college life in the past, Jian Anran found that in order to prepare her internship resume, she had to pull out two insignificant activity experiences before she could barely make up the numbers.
"It's a bit hard to hold on to the table..." she said sheepishly.
"Then you can start preparing now." Professor Zhang said.
"Put the focus of your resume on your personal experience and what makes you different from other students."
Unlike other classmates, Jian Anran only thinks of herself as "married".
Probably no other students in the department have received a marriage certificate, right?
Of course, this was a secret she couldn't tell. Summoning her wandering mind back in time, Jian Anran nodded immediately.
"Thank you Professor Zhang, I will be well prepared when I go back."
…
Except for the mechanics exam in the last subject, Jian Anran's mid-term exam basically came to an end after the mid-term evaluation of professional courses the next day.
There are a total of 8 teachers in the professional class, and each teacher leads 15-20 students to design a project. Their homework in the first half of the semester is the design of a hospital.
Wen Siheng is one of their teachers, and Jian Anran is not in his group.
Architectural design has long held that the design is not truly finalized until the drawings are printed.
Although in fact it may be that even if the drawings were typed long before the end of the class, every time I review my drawings, I can always find where there are fatal mistakes, or where there can be further improvements.
.
On this basis, even if everyone's design is completed early in the morning, it will be delayed until three days before the drawing is due, which is the few days when the school printer is working until it almost sparks.
At twelve o'clock, Wen Siheng, sitting in the Barcelona chair, closed the original English book in his hand.
Taking off his glasses and placing them on the coffee table, Wen Siheng gathered up his white nightgown and walked toward the study room, which was still lit deep in the corridor.
There is no image management to speak of during the release week. For example, if a piece of hair falls in front of her eyes, her inspiration will be blocked. Jian Anran used a shark clip to pin her hair back casually, exposing her bare forehead.
The bright light from the screen fell on Jian Anran's face. She had been busy in front of the computer for a whole day, and her cheeks were slightly shiny.
"Aren't you going to sleep yet?" Wen Siheng leaned against the door frame and asked quietly.
Jian Anran replied without raising her head: "I just saw a few drawing errors. I can't lose points on such small details."
The other party didn't speak, crossed his arms, and shook his head helplessly, "Let me take a look."
As he said this, he came up behind Jian Anran. It was still hot in Luojiang in October. Jian Anran was so busy that she was upset and set the air conditioner's wind direction to blow directly at her.
There were still water droplets on the other person's hair that had not been wiped dry. As Wen Siheng leaned down, the water droplets fell on Jian Anran's shoulders along his slightly curly hair.
Then she put down the mouse in her hand, and Jian Anran rummaged through the desk full of documents for the air conditioner remote control.
"drop--"
She turned the air conditioner upwards.
"Is it cold?" Wen Siheng lowered his head and asked.
She didn't say anything, but stretched out her hand to rub his curly hair, which was still wet with drops of water. Wen Siheng understood for a moment.
If you blow cold wind on your wet hair, you will get a headache in the future. Jian Anran told him many times.
Her broad palm covered the mouse, which still retained the warmth of her palm just now.
As the wheel rolled, he looked carefully at Jian Anran's final drawing.
"I have a thorough understanding of the mission statement, and the colors are very eye-catching. Printing it out and making it into a display board should be very good." The other party affirmed the fruits of her labor.
"Then Master..." She stretched out her hand and hooked Wen Siheng's neck, "Do I still need to change it?"
According to the principle of avoidance, tutors are definitely not allowed to grade the students they teach.
Wen Siheng will probably be one of the teachers Jian Anran will face tomorrow when reviewing pictures.
Thinking about the bloody storm tomorrow, it wouldn't be a big deal to sacrifice a little bit of color.
Then she thought about it again, the other person was her legal cohabitation partner, it was not considered a sacrifice, it was not considered a sacrifice, Jian Anran thought silently.
Moving his sharp-knuckled fingers to the keyboard, he skillfully pressed ctrl and s (shortcut keys for saving), and then picked up the little man in front of him.
"Very good, go to bed early."
…
The next day, the exhibition room in the department building was crowded early in the morning, and the printed exhibition boards were neatly arranged in rows according to student numbers.
Jian Anran's student number is very high. Among all the cool black, white and gray high-end tones, her conspicuous pink drawings can be seen almost as soon as she enters the school.
Their method of evaluating pictures is to evaluate pictures in groups.
When it was his turn to do his homework, the student took the initiative to stand in front of the picture and explain it to the two teachers from other groups, while the rest of the group watched in silence.
Jian Anran, an infp (MBTI personality test, which probably means introvert), saw such a scene for the first time when she was in the lower grade. More than ten or twenty pairs of eyes were staring at her and her drawings, and she was so nervous
Stuttered once.
Coincidentally, Wen Siheng is one of the picture review instructors in their group.
After reviewing the first few drawings, the students' levels were almost the same. When everyone stopped at the conspicuous pink drawing, Teacher Chen next to Wen Siheng took the roster and asked: "This drawing is..."
Teacher Chen has always been known for his sharp comments. When she heard that he was the one to comment on their drawings, Jian Anran's heart almost jumped out of her throat.
"Teacher, it's mine. I'm Jian Anran." She stood up and began to explain her drawings according to the process that she had simulated countless times in her mind.
After reviewing the design ideas from beginning to end, Jian Anran couldn't help but fold her hands respectfully in front of her lower abdomen.
First she met Wen Siheng's eyes, and Jian Anran felt a little guilty. Then she looked away and looked expectantly at Teacher Chen who was hesitant to speak.
"Do you think," Teacher Chen finally said after a long while, "what you did is right?"
