When Wen Siheng caught up with him, he had already seen the villain walking out of the master bedroom holding a pillow.
She was angry.
He also knew exactly what she was angry about.
Just when he was about to explain, Wen Siheng glanced at the study room. It was dark inside. He could barely see clearly through the light in the corridor. There was nothing on the desk.
In the past period of time, Jian Anran has been doing homework in the study room.
He didn't often use the computer in the study room, so she invited herself to "occupy the magpie's nest" and piled up her own textbooks and homework on the desk.
Following Jian Anran to the second bedroom, the desk by the window was already small, but now there were stacks of papers and textbooks.
There was her laptop on the top, and it felt like it would slip from the top of the book in the next second, fall to the ground and smash to pieces.
"I..." Just as the person outside the door was about to speak, Jian Anran threw the pillow on the bed and turned around.
He closed the door with a snap, leaving Wen Siheng and his unspoken words stuck in place.
Forget it, she didn't reach out to hit herself because her parents had raised her well since she was a child. Wen Siheng thought, shook his head, and reached out to turn off the light in the corridor.
…
In order to avoid Wen Siheng, Jian Anran woke up very early the next day, stuffed all her textbooks into a canvas bag, hugged her computer, and hurried out without eating breakfast.
After getting up half an hour early, when Wen Siheng passed by the second bedroom, the pink quilt on the bed was piled in a crumpled pile, and the computer on the table was gone.
With a slight sigh, he rubbed his eyes and walked to the kitchen. The toast prepared yesterday did not move at all.
…
When I arrived at the office, I opened the door and saw that the table covered with documents under the glass of the small office was empty.
Her location was very clever. Wen Siheng knew that she didn't like others to always see her computer when they passed by, so he specially arranged the table in this direction.
As long as Jane is lying down, others can't even see whether she is in her seat.
Wen Siheng looked straight ahead, walked into the innermost part of the office, and glanced sideways when he opened the door of the small office.
On the table under the glass, the computer screen was still black, and there was nothing in front of the table.
He raised his hand and looked at the time, it was already half past nine.
"Classmate Jian didn't come today?" Wen Siheng turned around and asked.
"I don't know, maybe the school girl is late." Xiangyi immediately took over and said.
"She may feel that there is too much pressure and she is not qualified for this job." Xiangyi added.
There was a thorn in the words, and Wen Siheng frowned slightly subconsciously. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Mi Yingying immediately retort.
"What are you talking about?" She raised her voice specially, "When I logged into the system this morning, I saw that my schoolmate asked for leave urgently, saying that she had something to do and couldn't come today."
"That's it." He curled his lips, pretending not to care, and turned around and returned to his office.
Before the door was completely closed, Mi Yingying was heard saying to Xiangyi: "Classmate Xiangyi, I hope this is my imagination."
"I always feel that you have some objections to your junior high school girl. She has been under a lot of pressure recently and is comparing herself to others. We are also from undergraduate school, so we can't even understand this."
Xiangyi said "hmm" and smiled sweetly: "Of course it's your illusion."
"You!" Mi Yingying got angry and turned around with a "hum" sound.
…
There is a library dedicated to the Department of Architecture on the first floor of the Department of Architecture building. It contains books and magazines related to architecture. It has a narrow audience and there are not many people inside.
Early in the morning, Jian Anran carried a heavy canvas bag full of books, hugged her computer, and found a small corner to sit down where the sun could be seen but not out of sight.
There were only a few classmates rushing to class early in the morning. They borrowed a few books and left in a hurry. She was the only one left within sight.
In the past, when she was in the dormitory, she was always surrounded by roommates. In the classroom, she was always surrounded by classmates.
Although Jian Anran does not hate these people at all, she is also friends with many of them.
But after being in school for a long time, I always feel like I have lost my own space and my own time.
There are people everywhere.
She used to run home twice a week, not because she loved home, but because she simply needed some space of her own.
When I go home and close the door, I feel like I am the only one left in the world.
Jian Anran likes this charging time very much.
Now she felt like she was recharging. She turned on her computer and opened the drawing that was publicly criticized yesterday. She even felt that her mood was not too bad.
"Anran." A small voice suddenly appeared behind her, and Jian Anran was startled.
He reached out to cover his chest, his heart pounding.
She turned around and saw that the source of the voice was Zhou Yun from the dormitory next door.
"Professor Zhang just asked you to go over and find him."
"Professor Zhang?" Jian Anran asked subconsciously, "Which Professor Zhang?"
"That's Professor Zhang from our mechanics? This is Professor Zhang in the department. Are you fainted?" Zhou Yun said with a smile, pulled out a book from the shelf at the back and spread it out on the table next to Jian Anran.
"Oh, by the way," Zhou Yun seemed to suddenly remember something, "Our dean is also named Zhang."
After hearing this, Jian Anran still stood up and packed her things, "How did you know Professor Zhang was looking for me?"
Zhou Yun smiled bitterly and said: "I just went to his office to make up my homework. My homework got an F last time."
"He asked me if I knew you. If I did, please let him know. He has been in the office all day today."
"Seventh floor?" Jian Anran confirmed.
"Yes, 716."
When leaving, she did not forget to turn around and add: "Zhou Yun, thank you, see you later."
There were not many people in the elevator during school hours, so Jian Anran waited quickly and went up the elevator to the familiar seventh floor.
Passing by their office, she felt that her mood was a bit complicated.
She seemed to hope that someone inside would happen to come out and see her, but she was afraid of meeting her, and she didn't know what to say.
After turning a corner, Professor Zhang's office was at the end of the corridor. Standing at the door and taking a deep breath, Jian Anran reached out and knocked gently on the office door.
"Please come in."
Opening the door carefully and walking in, you will find that the layout of the offices on this entire floor is not too different.
Professor Zhang does not work in that small office separated by glass. His seat is outside in the same row as the graduate students.
"Classmate, what's the matter?" the boy at the door asked.
"Sorry to bother you, I'm looking for Professor Zhang."
The person in the innermost part stuck his head out and said, "Here, here."
Unlike his serious image in the classroom, Professor Zhang is obviously much gentler in the office.
A second ago, he was still exchanging questions with the classmates next to him, and the smile from before remained on his face.
"I just mentioned you to Zhou Yun, but I didn't expect her to convey the news so quickly." Professor Zhang said, looking up and seeing Jian Anran in front of him with a flushed face, standing shyly beside him.
"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. You go sit in the reception room and wait for a while. I'll explain everything clearly and come over here."
