"I won't move!" Xiangyi's expression was extremely firm, "That is my home."
The Vice Chancellor seemed to be very angry. He put his hands on his waist, stretched out his index finger and pointed at the unsatisfactory niece in front of him.
After taking a breath, he finally paused and suppressed his anger, so as not to say anything too unpleasant.
"You are a grown up girl. Do you think it's okay to live in the home of an unmarried man?" the Vice Chancellor said angrily.
Xiangyi was angry: "Isn't my uncle also an unmarried man? Is it appropriate for me and my uncle to live together?"
"How can I be the same as that kind of person? Look what you are talking about?" The Vice Chancellor was a little angry.
"I've known for a long time that this Su Yiqi is not a kind person. Look at you and him, you're all in bad shape. You were never this kind of person without any sense of propriety!"
"That kind of person? What kind of person is uncle referring to?" After Xiangyi asked, there was a long silence between the two of them.
Turning around as if fleeing, Jian Anran climbed up the stairs from the corridor to the eighth floor.
Cross the entire eighth-floor corridor, then go down the stairs on the other side, make a long circle, and finally return to the office.
On the other side, the voices of the Vice Chancellor and his uncle and nephew could not be heard clearly. Jian Anran had no intention of prying into other people's privacy and went straight back to the office.
Whether it's cohabitation or relationship, these are all things that have nothing to do with her.
For herself, the top priority is to solve the imminent midterm exam, as well as the tragic professional course design that she has to mention even though she doesn't want to mention it again.
Jian Anran sat at her workstation, her legs off the ground, and she pushed hard toward the table, causing the office chair to rotate clockwise.
Grasping the edge of the table again, the rotation of the chair stopped abruptly.
She glanced thoughtfully at the table piled up like a hill, stretched out her hand to push aside the files, and the keyboard on the desktop came into view.
As if venting her anger, she hit the Enter key several times almost frantically. The computer screen turned on, and she inserted her mobile hard drive into the socket.
With a "beep" sound, the folder on the hard drive popped up from the desktop.
The professional course folder was very large, so she quietly watched the copy-paste progress bar slowly crawling.
When the long green strip finally reached the end, she pulled out the hard drive and began to immerse herself in her design.
She compiled all the key points that Professor Zhang said that day into electronic versions and recorded them in the memo on her mobile phone.
Jian Anran placed her mobile phone aside so that she could check it at any time.
"Ah, my school girl hasn't finished her homework for this professional course yet? Haven't she finished reviewing the pictures?" The harsh voice came to my ears again.
Jian Anran raised her head and realized that Xiangyi came in at some unknown time and was leaning against her desk, staring at the drawings on her screen.
"Is this the second debate?" Xiangyi deliberately pretended to be very surprised.
As she said that, she glanced at Jian Anran's mobile phone and said, "The school girl is quite attentive and has sorted out all the problems."
"I'm not telling you that after you have put so much effort into professional courses and still have to defend yourself, should you think about whether you are really suitable for this field?" Xiangyi started to feel weird again.
The sarcasm penetrated her eardrums, but Jian Anran did not intend to take it to heart.
Mi Yingying learned from the past, no matter what Xiangyi said, she remained indifferent and let the other party talk, until Song Qi, who was wearing headphones at the side, couldn't help it and glanced over coldly.
"Classmate Xiangyi, if you have time, please draw the picture first."
The corners of his lips drooped, Xiangyi obviously looked unhappy.
But she was the one who found fault first. She originally wanted to say something, but after thinking for a long time, she couldn't think of anything.
After giving up, Xiangyi sat back at his work station with some reluctance.
The office finally returned to peace again. Jian Anran first closed her eyes and took a deep breath to adjust her mentality.
Focusing her awareness on the mouse held tightly in her right hand, she placed her left hand on the keyboard, and modified the original drawing step by step according to the direction she planned.
Time seemed to become quiet because of this concentration. It was not until she finished drawing the entire part that she seemed to slowly come out of the drawing.
Wen Siheng took a look when he walked out of the small office, turned his head and said with a smile: "Not bad."
Although she clearly heard this sentence, Jian Anran did not look back, only stared at her screen, unwilling to pay attention to him.
……
It was already a week later when I met Mi Yingying again.
In just this week, Jian Anran and Song Qi were called to the dean's office several times.
I asked them separately countless times to verify the original cause and course of the incident, and their answers were very different.
I thought it was because they were protecting each other, but the teachers in the department dug into many details, and their answers were still the same.
It was finally confirmed that what Jian Anran and Song Qi said were true, and the leaders finally took the time to get together to discuss.
On the one hand, Xiang Yifang insisted on not issuing an understanding opinion, and on the other hand, the Vice Chancellor insisted on dealing with Mi Yingying seriously, and the progress of the discussion stalled for a time.
But even so, the current evidence does not seem to be enough to justify Mi Yingying's dismissal.
When the last meeting was over and he walked out of the conference room, the Prime Minister's face looked very bad.
A few days later, the punishment results were posted in the lobby on the first floor of the department building——
Mi Yingying, a graduate student in the class of 2023, caused injuries to her classmates due to her quarrel. She was given a major demerit and was disqualified from the scholarship evaluation and merit evaluation for that year.
Although recording major demerits seems to have a great impact at present, fortunately Mi Yingying is still a freshman.
As long as she performs well in the next two years, such a punishment can be applied for revocation before graduation, and it will not have much impact on the future.
It was precisely because of this incident that, in order to avoid suspicion, the dean called Wen Siheng over and gave him some special instructions.
Soon Xiangyi's scholarship quota was also cancelled, and only Song Qi was selected from their studio.
Song Qi has outstanding personal abilities and is very responsible in his work. When the list of recommended candidates came out, no one had any objections.
In the end, Mi Yingying's application for group transfer still had no result. After a few days of delay and no news, she decided to return to the office first.
While waiting for the approval of the above process, I rush to finish the work at hand. Only when the group transfer is successful can I hand over the current work.
In fact, it’s not that the department or the school rejected her application, but that currently the tutors really don’t have enough places to accept new students.
The only open space is the office of the Vice-President.
