The area of the office is not large. The two rows of desks are filled with thick documents and materials. The huge display screens are placed above each other, and each desk is packed to the brim.
Unexpectedly, although the lights in the office were on, there was no one inside.
After passing several computers, the display screen was still on. Jian Anran looked around to make sure no one was in the office.
For a moment, it looked like the ancient city of Pompeii. Time was frozen and stopped at the moment when the buildings were empty, but the life scene was far from coming to an end.
Forget it, it would be better if everyone was gone, and she wouldn't have to go out of her way to lie and explain.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Jian Anran hummed while bending down and pulling out two binders from the stack of books.
"Is there anything good?" Her neck felt cold, and the sudden voice behind her startled her, and her hands were instantly covered with goosebumps.
Turning around, she faced the broad chest of the white shirt, going up along the shoulder and neck line. Wen Siheng looked at her with a smile.
Almost at the same moment, Jian Anran immediately turned her head back and accelerated the speed of packing her things.
When she first came in, she didn't pay attention to the direction of the small office.
So much so that she suddenly realized that the people inside could have clearly heard what she was talking to herself and humming along the way.
Someone was obviously there, but he didn't remind her.
Although she knew in her heart that her thoughts were a little paranoid, Jian Anran still tried very hard to excuse herself.
When Professor Zhang was teaching about pictures just now, Jian Anran was so absorbed in listening that she didn’t even remember to take notes.
Eager to write down all the questions on paper before her memory blurred, she was afraid that she would soon forget them.
She is not very willing to write in her current office. The memory of yesterday's picture review is still vivid in her mind, and she is holding a breath in her heart. She doesn't want to talk to the person in front of her.
She grabbed the canvas bag and wanted to walk out the door. Jane took a few steps and suddenly thought of something.
Looking back, he said: "Did you know that Professor Zhang's graduate student took the cross-exam examination for architecture?"
After saying that, she opened the door and walked out, leaving Wen Siheng to say "Huh?" and froze on the spot.
Jian Anran found a chair in the atrium and sat down, took out the loose-leaf book in her bag, and started brainstorming.
Looking at the drawings on the phone, I wrote down the questions Professor Zhang just mentioned in the notebook bit by bit.
Yesterday, Jian Anran was severely criticized in a public photo review. Jane Anran was heartbroken for a time, which was more sad than any of her previous breakups.
However, just after spending a long time discussing and revising with Professor Zhang, she gradually understood her problem and really began to make up her mind to overhaul her work.
Spending a lot of time revisiting, she constantly reanalyzed past drawings and annotations.
To correct flaws in the design, she rescaled, modified the building's appearance, and added details.
She even changed the position and size of some drawings—even issues that were not controversial in her criticism.
The process of repeated revisions is as fascinating as immersing yourself in music.
Whenever Jian Anran feels helpless, she opens her notebook and sees the points mentioned by Professor Zhang, which can help her discover problems in the design in time and guide her to further improve her ideas.
Throughout the entire revision process, the lonely atrium seemed to have become a place of tacit communication between her and the architectural work.
Even if the work is boring and repetitive, Jian Anran will feel an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and accomplishment every time she makes a correction.
Different from previous group projects, this work belongs to her, whether it is the process or the results, it ultimately belongs to her.
To be honest, her work was not the worst in their group, nor was it the least completed. At first, Jian Anran never understood why the teacher insisted on letting her debate for the second time.
The second debate is one more opportunity to revise and improve the work.
Unlike previous assignments, she could just go back and review her designs for the past half-semester after finishing the drawings.
Immersed in her own design, she realized that the process of modification seemed to make her master this project, and she had a deeper insight and design idea for medical buildings.
"Don't be too petty!" A quarrel in the distance interrupted her train of thought.
The voices sounded like a man and a woman. The girl was obviously out of control emotionally. The boy tried his best to speak at the top of his voice, but he couldn't resist his emotions and his voice did not decrease at all.
Habitually pressing [ctrl s] (save key), Jian Anran stretched her neck to see what was happening in front of her.
The quarrel happened in the elevator, which was at the corner at the end of the corridor. No matter how Jian Anran stretched out her head, she couldn't see the two parties clearly.
She heard the quarreling sound getting closer and closer. She resisted her curiosity and quickly lowered her head in panic.
The screen had automatically gone to sleep. In the black screen, she still pretended to be looking at the computer seriously as if nothing had happened.
Jian Anran reached for her bag and felt a little regretful that she didn't have any headphones.
"I'm a petty person? Are you so angry?" The girl's voice was very familiar. Jian Anran couldn't help but glance at it. It was Mi Yingying.
Standing next to her is Song Qi.
"Keep your voice down..." Song Qi glanced at Jian Anran, who was stunned here, and whispered to Mi Yingying.
"What? You are allowed to pretend to be a good person and generous to vote for her, but I have said a few words and you are still not allowed?" Mi Yingying was so angry that her neck turned red.
Mi Yingying has always been straightforward. Although she doesn't mince words, she has a very good temper.
Jian Anran has been in the office for half a semester, and she has some quarrels, but she has never been angry with anyone.
It was the first time she had seen her lose control of her emotions, and she had finally seen Song Qi stand up and intervene because of matters outside the project. Jian Anran felt that the sun was probably rising in the west today.
Seeing that they couldn't solve it for a while, she subconsciously wanted to pack her things and leave early.
"An Ran?" Mi Yingying looked over, and Jian Anran, whose back was turned to them, froze.
She had no choice but to turn around and smiled awkwardly, "Hi! Why are you here too?"
"Didn't you ask for leave today?" Seeing Jian Anran, Mi Yingying's emotions seemed to be under control a little.
"I..." Choking for a moment, Jian Anran remembered the excuse she had just made for a long time, "Go back to the office to get a file and leave soon."
"That's it..." Mi Yingying said, quickly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, pulling Jian Anran to Song Qi.
"Since you are here, you should also come and comment together."
The first reaction at the moment was rejection. Jian Anran refused repeatedly: "Ah? Me? Isn't this bad?"
"What's wrong?" Mi Yingying said, "You know our department will have a new scholarship soon, right?"
"I heard my classmates mention it before..." Looking at the weird atmosphere between them, Jian Anran didn't dare to speak too loudly.
"There is only one quota in our studio. Do you think I am qualified to apply?" Mi Yingying's question is very direct.
