Huh? Studio? Is this what Wen Siheng tried to talk about several times before?
Seeing Jian Anran's confused look, the dean asked, "Didn't Teacher Wen tell you about this?"
Jian Anran hurriedly denied: "He mentioned it a while ago, but he didn't expect it to be approved so soon."
"Yes, the college is very supportive of teachers in creating various projects. You young people should work hard! I will leave first." The dean said with a smile.
......
Wen Siheng was a little surprised when he received a call from Yang Yahui a few days ago.
Since their parents met, it seems that each other has not been much involved in each other's life. This is the first time Yang Yahui has contacted him.
The voice on the other end of the phone was hesitant.
"How are you all lately?" Yang Yahui asked tentatively.
"Auntie, everything is fine."
"Okay... okay," the other end of the phone was silent for a long time before speaking again, "What about An Ran? Did An Ran go back and say anything recently?"
"An Ran?" Wen Siheng was confused. After recalling those days, she found that her mood was indeed not right. She left early and came back late, and she was also evasive about her itinerary.
"She's pretty good too." After thinking for a moment, Wen Siheng said.
"Then your burden won't be too heavy, right?" Yang Yahui asked cautiously.
"Burden? Don't worry, Auntie, I don't have any burden here." Wen Siheng thought that the other party was worried about his financial level, and Wen Siheng didn't think much about it.
"Okay, it's fine. There's no burden." The other end of the phone looked relieved.
"We have all told An Ran that you are a very capable young man, and as elders we trust you very much."
"She has to lose her temper over there. Let me tell you, the next thing is the two of you. How can there be any reason for the mother-in-law to give the girl living expenses..."
"..."
The chatter on the other end of the phone continued for a long time. It was nothing more than some parents being petty. Wen Siheng had no intention of listening and only heard the words "living expenses."
Jian Anran's recent weird behavior can be seen at a glance.
It turns out it’s because I don’t have any living expenses.
He originally thought that she was going to start to draw a clear line.
Knowing that the other party is arrogant and has a strong sense of self-esteem, if she proposed that he would be responsible for her living expenses in the future, Jian Anran would definitely not accept it.
After working overtime on the project, Wen Siheng immediately called the dean.
I didn't expect that the studio's approval progress was so fast. The process was completed in less than a week, which was very efficient.
I have to remember that when I was an undergraduate in England, Wen Siheng and his friends went to Regent Street to see the angel lanterns during Christmas.
When I returned to the dormitory, I discovered that my backpack had a big cut in it. My wallet and other items in my coat were all safe, but the student card that was placed in the outermost part of my backpack had fallen off.
It took almost two and a half months to re-apply, and from then on he was ptsd on the school’s approval process.
......
Studio? Jian Anran on this side just learned that, and had to feel once again that as carbon-based creatures, there is still a bit of a gap between people.
The other person is said to be six years older than her. Not only did she graduate with a doctorate, but as a master's supervisor, she also established her own studio.
"Go back and read to death!" Jian Anran silently made up her mind.
"What's wrong? What did the dean say?" As soon as she entered the office, Mi Yingying came over and asked curiously.
"The dean said that the teacher is going to set up his own studio."
"This is what happened." Mi Yingying suddenly realized it and didn't look surprised.
"Sister, do you know?"
Mi Yingying had an expression on her face that said, "Don't you understand this?" and patted Jian Anran on the shoulder.
"The teachers in our college more or less have their own studios. Last time we had dinner together, we were speculating when Professor Wen would set up one."
"It turns out," Jian Anran nodded.
I have heard vaguely before that in the field of architecture, undergraduates are not even qualified to participate in the design process.
Seeing how Mi Yingying was getting ready to do something big after hearing about Wen Siheng's establishment of a studio, Jian Anran didn't have high expectations for herself.
Working as an office assistant will be over after one year, so it’s probably not my turn to do something like this.
When it was time to get off work, Wen Siheng finally returned to the office. After experiencing this farce, everyone couldn't help but curiously glance behind his tall figure.
Gao Feng and Xiangyi did not come back.
After he returned to the small office inside the glass door, Jian Anran followed him with small steps.
Knocking politely on the glass door outside, pushing the door open and entering, Jian Anran stood at the door and said: "Teacher, the dean just came to see you."
Wen Siheng raised his eyelids and motioned for her to close the door.
"How are you doing with your part-time job at the coffee shop?" The other person got straight to the point.
"Ah?" Unexpectedly, Jian Anran was at a loss because she didn't expect the other party's direct attack. How did he know?
"Auntie told me everything."
"When did my mother contact you?"
Since coming out of home that day, Jian Anran hung up on Yang Yahui several times. Unexpectedly, she would bypass her and call Wen Siheng.
"Not long ago."
"How did you know about the coffee shop?" She suddenly remembered something and was a little shocked, "Xiangyi?"
The other party nodded slightly and confirmed this guess.
"I drank the coffee you made a few days ago. It was really delicious." He casually wrapped his index finger around his tie.
"Having a part-time job outside of your field is not a bad thing, but if your future development direction is still in architecture, it would be good to participate in more projects to accumulate experience during your undergraduate period."
"What you're saying in such a big circle," Jian Anran sat down and put her hands on the table, "do you want me to quit my part-time job and join your studio?"
He said "hmm" and looked up directly into her eyes.
"Well..." Pretending to be thoughtful, Jian Anran frowned slightly, "I'll think about it."
Then he pushed the door open and walked out, leaving Wen Siheng there with a look of "Did I not say it right?"
After taking the subway back, she took a long hot shower, turned on the shower head, and stared at the water droplets falling on her skin.
Once in a trance, she forgot whether she had applied shower gel or not. She reached out and applied the shower gel again.
After taking a shower, she changed into her going-out clothes again.
Walking into the cloakroom, Jian Anran dug through her pockets and finally found two coins that had been left behind for no apparent reason.
At ten o'clock in the evening, she took the bus back to school again.
The teaching area is dark, with only the architecture department building brightly lit.
It is normal for architecture students to catch up on drawings and models in the department building. She walked into the department building and pressed the elevator.
The other seniors in the office have already left, and through the glass only the light in Wen Siheng's small office is still on.
Without knocking, she opened the handle.
A strong smell of mints hit his nostrils. Wen Siheng didn't smoke or drink often. When he got busy with projects, he would prepare a large box of mints to refresh himself.
"Why are you back?" Wen Siheng raised his heavy eyelids and looked a little tired.
"I took two dollars with me when I went out today." Jian Anran said in a nonchalant manner.
"Huh?" Wen Siheng was puzzled.
"I originally planned to pay one yuan to take the bus to see you, and one yuan to take the bus home."
"But now it costs two yuan to take the bus. It seems I can only stay with you for one night."
