Chapter 85 A, B, C and D passing by from all over the world
As soon as the atmosphere dropped to freezing point, even the onlookers A, B, C and D did not dare to take a deep breath.
I have heard for a long time that I am as sharp as Teacher Chen, but this is the first time for everyone to see it.
The people next to me began to lower their heads and whisper in their ears, worried about their own drawings.
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As a result of staying up late yesterday, Jian Anran found that she woke up late when she opened her eyes today.
Unusually, the person lying next to me was also sleeping deeply.
When she got up and saw the alarm clock, Jian Anran felt that her chest could no longer control her racing heart.
After waking up the dazed Wen Siheng, her hands even trembled slightly as she changed her clothes and brushed her teeth.
She originally wanted to call Ning Beibei to print out the drawings for her, but who would have thought that Ning Beibei, who always procrastinates until the last minute and barely catches up with the printing time, actually typed out the drawings yesterday.
At this time, the door of the print shop, without even thinking about it, must be crowded with architecture students rushing to meet deadlines.
She could only give up the idea of hitching a ride with Wen Siheng, and Jian Anran ran all the way from the school gate to the print shop.
When I came back from the long queue, the school bell had been ringing for a long time.
The first few students in their group had finished speaking. Teacher Chen turned around dissatisfied and glanced at the panting Jian Anran at the door.
Then he looked through the list in his hand, as if he was confirming something.
Despondently, she squeezed into the crowd of people commenting on the drawings. Before the blush on her face dissipated, she heard Teacher Chen asking who the pink drawing belonged to.
Although her heart was still beating wildly, Jian Anran had already sorted out her thoughts and the explanation process was fairly clear.
After mustering up the courage to finally explain her drawings, she felt a desire for her own work for the first time in her life.
Eager for their designs to be recognized by others.
"Clang", Teacher Chen's words "Do you think you did it right?" gave Jian Anran a head-on blow.
She had never thought of this possibility, and she didn't even know where to start looking for her mistakes.
Teacher Chen frowned, looking up and down at her drawings with obvious dissatisfaction.
Jian Anran's smile almost froze at the corner of her mouth, but she still asked bravely: "Can I trouble the teacher to give me some advice?"
"The personal characteristics are too strong, so I won't talk about this point." Teacher Chen used the signature pen in his hand to wave a few times in front of the picture.
"Let me ask you, what is the most important thing about a hospital?"
Every word that came out of Teacher Chen's mouth fell as fast and accurately as a drumstick, giving Jian Anran almost no time to think.
"Humanistic care?" she said without confidence.
"Are you going to be an architect or a hospital director?" Teacher Chen sneered.
"Flow lines, of course they are flow lines!" He became more and more excited as he spoke, and the pen cap fell on the logistics part of the drawing again and again.
"The flow of your logistics department is a complete mess!"
"Do you know the hospital's process for handling corpses?" Teacher Chen asked again.
Lowering her head, Jian Anran shook her head and stared at the toes of her shoes.
From the corner of my eye, I saw black leather shoes standing in front of the crowd almost at the same moment.
That belongs to Wen Siheng.
When he was scolded and criticized, he stood in front of him.
Does he also feel that his drawings are a mess?
Jian Anran suddenly recalled last night. He had obviously seen her drawings once, so why did he tell her that there was no problem?
"Your morgue's circulation conflicts with the logistics' circulation here. When ordinary hospital staff go to work, they still have to watch corpses pass in front of them every day?"
Teacher Chen's sharp voice even attracted the attention of the group next door. Some students began to whisper among themselves. Jian Anran even heard the scattered laughter in the crowd.
This is indeed Jian Anran's negligence, she has nothing to say.
With her head always lowered, she stood there and allowed Teacher Chen to scold her.
"Okay," Teacher Chen suddenly cleared his throat after realizing that he had lost his composure, "Does Teacher Wen have anything to add?"
"Well..."
Wen Siheng paused for a moment. When he was thinking, his index finger would unconsciously rest on his chin. He looked at the drawing carefully.
"I think this color scheme is very good," he said.
"Statutory regulations, national standards and landmarks are beyond doubt. These are things that need to be followed by the rules."
"The formation of architecture already has such an established framework. I personally think that personalized things are worth encouraging."
"A strong personal style, in my opinion, is equivalent to Pavlov's dog, to give an inappropriate example."
Upon hearing this familiar case, the classmate who had just been talking immediately stopped and couldn't help but listen to Wen Siheng's comments.
"Under the training of conditioned reflexes, dogs know that it's time to eat when they hear Pavlov's bell."
"The same is true for a strong personal style. When an architect has a set of his own patterns, when others see the work, they can easily associate it with the work of this designer."
"For example, the Spanish architect Gaudí, from his Casa de Vincennes to the Sagrada Familia, has a strong personal style. Walking on the streets of Spain, you can tell at a glance which works are his. To a certain extent, I think
This is a successful business card of your own."
Two strong evidences were given in succession, and the students next to them were stunned.
Teacher Chen, who had been so arrogant just now, suddenly stopped and was speechless for a long time.
"As for the streamline problem pointed out by Teacher Chen just now, classmate Jian can go back and think about the room for optimization." He added.
Teacher Chen walked down the steps given by Wen Siheng and moved to the next drawing without forgetting to look back and say: "Go back and prepare for the second debate."
Jian Anran's emotions were once again suppressed to the lowest point. The drawings prepared for the second defense in professional courses were always poorly completed or had very flawed designs.
Jian Anran, who can even hum happily when printing drawings, never thought that her drawings would be reduced to the level of second-guessing.
She was speechless for a long time. She stood hesitantly in front of her own drawing, unwilling to move with the large army to the next classmate's drawing.
"Come on, Dean Jian." A classmate joked as he passed by.
When Jian Anran looked up and saw the other person for the first time, she couldn't even remember his name.
Just an ordinary classmate, this boy came over specifically to say this, Jian Anran felt that it was a bit adding insult to injury.
"According to me, Teacher Wen is too kind-hearted. How old is he still doing these pink and purple things every day..."
The classmate next to her made a loud voice, and Jian Anran looked up in the direction of the voice.
She seemed to have seen this girl in the dormitory before.
Lifting her chin and walking towards the girl, Jian Anran glanced at her up and down, staring at the girl until her hair went up.
"What...are you doing?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Dropping these four words, she walked out of the exhibition room without looking back.
When I returned to the professional classroom to collect my things, the bell had already been ringing for a long time.
Thinking that all the people who reviewed the pictures were probably distracted, Jian Anran went back to the office to pick up a missing document.
The lights inside were still on, and as soon as I opened the door and walked in, I met Xiangyi's smiling eyes.
"You went back to the office all the way after class, Dean Jian?" The smile in the corners of Xiangyi's eyes deepened.
