When the teacher from the Academic Affairs Office told Mi Yingying that her application for department transfer was rejected, Mi Yingying quickly rushed out of the Academic Affairs Office, almost ran into the administration building, and successfully retrieved her application before leaving get off work that day.
Although I currently dislike Xiangyi in the office, judging from this incident, Vice President Xiang is not a generous person who distinguishes between public and private matters.
Even after taking the trouble to transfer to his office, Mi Yingying felt that her life would never be better than now.
The group transfer matter came to an end, and the chatter that had appeared from time to time in Wen Siheng's studio suddenly disappeared.
Apart from necessary discussions, I never heard Mi Yingying chatting anymore.
It was this incident that made her realize how weak she was.
No one will stand behind her forever like Xiangyi, the vice president. Mi Yingying realizes that only when her abilities are improved can she be real.
Focus on your work and face difficulties bravely. Your own ability is the final reward.
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The design was re-prepared for nearly a week, and the mid-term drawing evaluation of the professional course finally ushered in the second debate moment.
The drawings were reviewed publicly in a small classroom in the department building, and there were not many people present.
The first row is filled with teachers who teach professional courses. Most of them have expressionless faces. They are either holding their mobile phones as if they are busy talking about something, or they are lowering their heads and looking carefully at the list of today's second debate.
Sitting a little further back are the classmates who are so nervous that their faces are pale, waiting for the second debate, as well as everyone's "relatives and friends group" - roommates or classmates and friends.
Because most of the students who needed the second debate were students who usually fish in troubled waters, other students who had passed the test were not present.
We don’t want to waste our time on things that can’t make us progress.
Jian Anran's student number is at the top, and the order of the second debate is also in the top few.
Ning Beibei came to the office early in the morning to find her, and accompanied her to the classroom to cheer her up.
The second debate is not only a feedback on the results of her hard work in the past week, but also related to the most important thing at this stage - the midterm exam.
This is the closest she gets to a scholarship, and Jian Anran is worried that her efforts and dedication will end up being in vain, slipping through her fingers in vain.
Her heart was very heavy, and Jian Anran could only hear her heart pounding.
At one point, she even felt that she had forgotten to breathe. Jian Anran felt that her chest was feeling stuffy.
In the tense atmosphere of the classroom, she stepped forward and walked to the podium. With dry lips, she supported her thoughts with words.
She was so nervous that when standing on the podium, she even felt that Mandarin seemed like she was speaking a foreign language.
With chills all over, Jian Anran looked uneasily at the glances directed at her by the teachers below, and at the classmates in the back row who were whispering to each other from time to time, as if they were pointing at her drawings.
The thoughts in her head were like an electrocardiogram when the heart stopped beating, without any waves, and finally fell into a straight line.
Her cheeks became increasingly red, and Jian Anran opened her mouth and paused for a long time.
Just when her thoughts were in confusion, Ning Beibei suddenly appeared in her field of vision, waving her hands in an abrupt and exaggerated manner, recalling her thoughts that had long been drifting away from the sky.
When I came back to my senses and took a closer look, I saw that it was Ning Beibei waving with her entire arm.
The movements were very exaggerated, and Jian Anran tried hard to think about a lot of sad things before she could hold back her smile.
"Come on." Ning Beibei mouthed and repeated over and over again.
Jian Anran took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a moment, and calmed herself down.
She opened the ppt she had copied on the classroom computer to show the revised drawings.
This plan has been her hard work for the past half semester, although the results last time were not too ideal.
But with the help of Professor Zhang, she went over the design idea again and corrected the deficiencies that had been mentioned before but not mentioned one by one.
Although she was so nervous that her heart was about to stop beating in the next second, she still reported her plan smoothly and behaved gracefully.
Every statement is clear and clear, and even the core of medical building design is analyzed thoroughly and accurately.
While listening to Jian Anran's explanation of the plan, the students in the classroom seemed to gradually follow her thoughts into her design and understand what she wanted to express.
Teacher Chen, who was very demanding last time, had some complicated views on her plan at first.
However, after listening to Jian Anran's summary, he suddenly fell silent, holding the microphone in his hand and not saying a word for a long time.
Everyone stared at him strangely, but Teacher Chen made no move.
All the seemingly complicated difficulties were solved by her one by one. Her progress was visible to the naked eye, and even Teacher Chen could hardly find any problems.
In order to prepare for this report, she spent a whole week, constantly revising and updating the plan, and also got a variety of new ideas and ideas. The final effect surprised herself.
The microphone was passed around to the teachers in the first row. Although each teacher asked more or less new questions, she answered them one by one with her clever answers until they could no longer ask any new questions.
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The microphone finally reached Wen Siheng, who was sitting at the end.
He first looked up at the summary page at the end of the ppt, then looked down at the form in his hand, pondering for a long time.
Jian Anran originally thought that Wen Siheng would be the teacher who reassured her the most, but now seeing him like this, she suddenly felt a little unsure.
She is not very confident in herself, and cannot guarantee whether the other party will still be able to view her work results in an objective manner after she deliberately kept a distance from the other party for nearly half a month.
At the same time, she was very confident in Wen Siheng's ability. Although she had put a lot of thought into it, it was still a student's homework. As long as the other party was willing, he could still raise a lot of questions about her.
"Well..." Wen Siheng paused, "I can't find any problems so far."
"Congratulations, classmate Jian Anran, we all think your plan is qualified."
It wasn't until she confirmed that there was no reversal in what the other party said that Jian Anran breathed a sigh of relief.
After politely saying "Thank you, teacher", she reached out and turned off the microphone on the podium.
Without any intention of packing her things, Jian Anran picked up a few A4 papers in front of her.
These were supplementary materials she had brought with her just in case. Grabbing them in her hand, she walked around from the other side of the podium.
There is a small figure in the back row of the classroom. He looks short and can easily get lost in the crowd if you are not careful.
The other party kept staring at her from beginning to end. When Jian Anran glanced over, she found that Xiangyi was looking directly into her eyes with a smile.