"Teacher," Xiangyi smiled sweetly, "the story the teacher told was so exciting that I accidentally fell in love with it and wasted the teacher's entire afternoon."
The two of them talked to each other and were polite to each other as if they were doing Tai Chi. They walked all the way to the door. Xiangyi even sent Teacher Bian to the elevator door before turning back.
Jane Anran has classes on Tuesday, so she doesn't need to go to the office originally, but she is too busy with recent projects, so she takes the initiative to go to the office to work almost every day.
That night, after Xiangyi finished sorting out the conversation with Teacher Bian, the group deliberately waited until Jian Anran finished school before starting the group meeting.
Although the scale of the exhibition is small, there are many factors taken into consideration.
When their team determined the direction of the exhibition and assigned tasks, they found that the details of the exhibition arrangement were no less than that of their usual public buildings of several thousand or even tens of thousands of square meters.
Wen Siheng quickly set the direction for the exhibition and assigned tasks to everyone.
"An Ran, have you finished drawing the ground floor plan of Ludao?" Mi Yingying came over and asked.
"Is it the first time?" Jian Anran raised her head from the pile of documents and knocked her confused head with her hand before remembering, "I was almost there yesterday and didn't have time to finish."
I thought I would complete the floor plan this morning, but who knew that as soon as I arrived at the workstation in the morning, Song Qi asked her to draw a volumetric model, and Jian Anran immediately forgot about it.
She looked at Mi Yingying apologetically: "Sister, I have half of the volume model on hand now. If I don't have to work overtime tonight, I can send it to you later."
"No need," Mi Yingying sat back in her seat, "We need to use it now. Send me the file and I will draw it."
As lunch break was approaching, Song Qi turned his head and said, "Sister, is this volume model not ready yet?"
"It's... just a little bit close!" Jian Anran was so busy that she looked at Song Qi in a panic.
The tasks they gave her were not too difficult. Most of them were repetitive operations with little technical content.
However, the workload was huge and tedious. Jian Anran was so busy that she finished half of it in the morning.
She was very reluctant to let others think that she was not capable enough as an undergraduate, which was the reason why the entire team was held back.
Feeling that the light source was blocked, Jian Anran looked up and saw Song Qi standing beside her.
He stared at her screen thoughtfully for a while, and then slowly asked: "Did you... misunderstand?"
"Huh?" Jian Anran was a little confused, "What is the senior referring to? What did you do wrong?"
Song Qi pointed to the modeling interface on her computer screen, "The volume model is to help us better understand the design and proportions of the building and provide basic intuitive visualization for subsequent work."
"To put it simply, it is to make the appearance of the building without adding specific details such as walls, doors and windows to the model."
"At this stage, I just want to see the macro effect."
"Ah?" After realizing that she had misunderstood, Jian Anran began to apologize continuously.
"It's okay," Song Qi said calmly, "If you don't understand anything in the future, just ask in time."
"I'll start changing it now." Jian Anran said, but Song Qi quickly refused: "It's too late now, I'll do it myself."
She felt a little powerless, not that the seniors in the office were mean or the atmosphere was depressing.
But there is an obsession that is not willing to admit defeat that has always been suppressed in her heart. The seniors and sisters always said to her very nicely, "If you don't understand anything, you can ask us at any time."
But the most disappointing thing is that Jian Anran always felt that she didn't understand anything. It wasn't until she finished typing on the keyboard all day that she realized that she had completely understood it wrong from the beginning.
When the bell rang at noon, Song Qi seemed to have no intention of leaving his seat.
Feeling a little sorry, when Jian Anran and Mi Yingying went to the cafeteria to eat, they specially packed sandwiches and milk for Song Qi.
Because we often work overtime in the office, everyone has prepared a small foldable bed in the office.
During the lunch break, the lights in the office are usually turned off, everyone pulls out the bed and unfolds it, and takes a nap in the corridor with a blindfold on.
Today's lunch break changed from the usual quiet atmosphere. Although the headlights in the office had long been turned off, the screen on Song Qi's seat was still glowing blue.
After lunch break, Jian Anran went downstairs to buy a bottle of coffee and brought it back to him.
Song Qi did not refuse, took the coffee and said "thank you" to her. Jian Anran breathed a sigh of relief, sat back and continued to do her task.
"Dong dong dong -" A knock on the door broke the tranquility of the office. Through the frosted glass on the door, Jian Anran vaguely saw a figure outside the door.
"Please come in."
The door handle turned, and Teacher Bian, who was still dressed modestly, came in. She was coming to confirm the first version of the plan today.
Naturally, the person in charge of communicating with her was Xiangyi. Mi Yingying went to the water dispenser outside and poured a glass of water back, and motioned for her to sit on the chair by the window.
"Classmate Xiangyi will be back soon. Please wait a moment, Teacher Bian."
After a while, Xiangyi opened the door and came in. When she saw Teacher Bian, she immediately smiled and greeted her warmly with a sweet voice.
"Teacher Bian, long time no see. Your dress looks great today and matches your skin tone."
Jian Anran silently lamented that Xiangyi should not be an architect, but should be selling luxury cars and yachts to get commission. If she switches to sales, she will definitely become a leader in the industry.
Teacher Bian obviously disliked her, and the two of them sat by the window chatting all afternoon.
"Teacher Bian, let me introduce to you the current design progress. We understand that rural revitalization is the teacher's focus..."
Finally getting down to the topic, not long after Xiangyi’s introduction, Jian Anran heard another burst of hearty laughter from behind.
The two people by the window didn't know how long they were chatting, until a rapid ringtone from their mobile phone interrupted their conversation.
It was Xiangyi's cell phone that rang.
"Sorry," Xiangyi said and stood up. She stood up, picked up her phone, walked away a few steps, and listened to the call, her face became very serious.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?" Teacher Bian asked with concern.
"It's all my fault," she lowered her head and frowned, "I was originally responsible for the materials for a meeting over there at the Vice-President's Office, but I've been too busy recently and I forgot to put a copy of the materials in. Now the Vice-President
The meeting with the dean is about to begin."
"Ah? What should I do?" Teacher Bian asked anxiously.
"Jian Anran." Jian Anran didn't listen to what they were saying at first, but when she suddenly heard her name being called, she was startled and her back straightened up.
"Can you please help me send the materials to the administration building?"