"Dean Jian?" Jian Anran asked subconsciously without reacting for a moment.
"I heard that when you were working in a hospital, you should consider humanistic care, and you shouldn't be at the level of hospital director?" Xiangyi said with a smile.
Once again, it is verified that secrets cannot be hidden in the Department of Architecture.
The class ended only fifteen minutes ago, and the gossip has spread from the undergraduate to the graduate office.
She had been sad for a long time about her second defense, but when she thought about how many people had gossiped about her in just a few minutes, Jian Anran was so tired that she didn't want to speak anymore.
She walked straight back to her seat, pulled out her chair, sat down, and buried herself in the pile of documents.
Due to her unique geographical location, others cannot see her clearly.
No matter how much Xiangyi stretched her head, she could only see her little head popping up behind the computer screen.
"Wha—" Xiangyi pushed away his chair and stood up, leaning against the table and looking around the entire office.
I don’t know if he was tired of the constant chatter in the office, but Song Qi spent a lot of money to buy a noise-canceling headset.
It can almost be said that I am deaf in both ears, and I can't hear other people's conversations at all.
There happened to be an event at the Student Union in the afternoon. Mi Yingying was a member of the Youth Association and went to work as a volunteer to maintain order. They were the only ones left in the office.
"Xuemei Jian, to be honest, if you can't adapt to such a high-intensity work, it would be better to resign as soon as possible." Xiangyi said with a serious and thoughtful look, like someone who has experienced it.
She paused and carefully observed the half-exposed head, but there was no reaction.
He spoke again: "I am doing this for your own good."
"Look, your undergraduate course curriculum is in a mess. I really can't help but leave other tasks to you without worry."
"Senior, what do you want to say?" Jian Anran stood up and looked at Xiangyi with a hint of anger in her eyes.
"I can also understand that junior girls want to get more opportunities to work as students, but people still have to have a clear understanding of the upper limit of their abilities, right?" Xiangyi's smile deepened.
She is not tall, so whenever she communicates with others, she needs to raise her head to speak.
He is also a loyal fan of various fluorescent-colored tutu skirts. From a distance, he looks petite and cute.
Coincidentally, Xiangyi's voice is the same as her image, sweet and pleasant, and her words are so soft and soft that they seem to be dripping with water.
The first time Jian Anran saw it, she felt that if she spoke too loudly, she would be scared.
But for such a cute girl-like person who speaks sweetly, Jian Anran felt that she still didn't understand her during the time they had been together.
I can’t understand why Xiangyi keeps getting in trouble with me over and over again?
She seems to have to compete with everyone everywhere, and cannot tolerate others doing better or doing worse.
I wanted to mention this to others several times, but the other person’s image in front of others was very good.
Jian Anran felt that if she mentioned it to others inexplicably, they would only think that she was gossiping behind their backs.
I couldn't help but talk to Ning Beibei a few times, but Ning Beibei didn't know Xiangyi. Apart from saying a few bad words about Xiangyi, she didn't seem to be able to fully sympathize with him.
So many things rushed at her at once, making Jian Anran feel like she couldn't breathe.
Xiangyi choked a few words, and she even felt that the air in the office was thin.
Looking up at Xiangyi in front of her with the coldest eyes she felt, Jian Anran turned around, picked up her bag, and strode towards the door.
"Junior sister, hello - bad -" Xiangyi specially prolonged the last word, "I also kindly remind you."
Suddenly turning around, Jian Anran smiled: "I also kindly remind you."
"Senior, please mind your own business."
After saying these words, Jian Anran slammed the door and left without looking back, leaving Xiangyi stunned on the spot.
As if he felt the closing of the door, Song Qi suddenly raised his head.
Looking around, there was only Xiangyi standing in his seat in a daze. He didn't care much and held on to the headphones again.
When I got home, half of the sky was already dark, and the golden light from the burning clouds in the distance fell on the gate of the community, giving it a golden and shining feeling.
The security guard stood up straight and stretched out his hand to salute when he saw the person coming.
Few people living in this community took the bus and got off at the entrance of the community. They quickly got to know Jian Anran. When they saw her coming, they smiled and said hello.
The little girl carrying a canvas bag in front of her was bewildered one second, but when she saw them, she put on a smile the next second and nodded politely to them.
Saluting is a job requirement for security guards.
Unlike most residents in this community, the only one who returned the gift was the little girl who was dressed simply.
They even speculated at one point whether she came to Qishangyun to work as a nanny, but they often saw her coming back in a luxury car.
When I opened the door, it was pitch dark inside. Wen Siheng hadn't come back yet.
The scene of today's drawing review came to mind again. Jian Anran still couldn't figure out why the other party didn't tell her in advance about the problems with her drawings?
Also, like everyone else, does he feel that he is not suitable for this major?
There were many things she didn't understand and she was exhausted mentally and physically. Jane Anran went back to her room and took a long hot bath.
Turn the switch slightly toward the red side, the water temperature will rise, and the bathroom will fill with smoke.
Trying hard to throw away the chaos in her head into the steam, Jian Anran turned off the water in time when her skin turned a little red.
In this house, the bathroom in every room is equipped with a bathtub. Jian Anran has always felt that filling a whole tank of water is a very luxurious thing.
When she was little, her grandmother would always boil a pot of hot water before taking a bath.
The hot water was mixed with cold water, filling a small basin, and little Jian Anran took a bath in such a small basin.
Growing up under this kind of education, she has always adhered to the habit of saving water. Even if she occasionally stays in a hotel, she will never take a bath in the bathtub.
A strange thought arose in her heart, which drove her to press the valve of the bathtub. She suddenly wanted to experience what it felt like to take a bath.
When Shuiman lay down, the water in the bathtub overflowed, and Jian Anran hid her body in the steaming hot water.
The full feeling seems to replenish the empty space in my heart. Is it a luxurious feeling? Or is it just to enjoy the fun of taking a bath?
When I came out of the shower, the light in the living room was already on, and from the corner of my eye I could see the person standing next to the sofa.
Jian Anran ignored it. She went straight to the laundry room and stuffed all the clothes she had changed into the washing machine.
When I walked out, two cups of milk tea suddenly appeared on the island of the restaurant.
Water is still dripping on the side of the cup, and it looks like some ice cubes have been specially added.
"Milk green." Wen Siheng handed it over.
After a quick glance, Jian Anran dodged and came around from one side of his body.
"Wait!" Her arm was grabbed, and Jian Anran looked in the direction of her hand. The other person's eyes were wet, and she felt like she wanted to stop talking.
"I'm tired." She pushed away the other person's hand and walked deeper into the corridor.