Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 224
"That's right, that's not what I like to say. As far as the old renovation of this second-tier city is concerned, we don't have the nerve to put up projects with tens of thousands of square meters..."

Jane Anran overheard these conversations in the bathroom cubicle.I always wanted to wait for the other party to leave before leaving. After all, if she goes out now, everyone will be embarrassed.

But there seemed to be no intention of going out outside the door, and they were still chattering non-stop.

"I won't comment on posting on so many platforms, how dare you submit to archdaily?"

A third person seemed to join the conversation outside the door, "Are you talking about Mi Yingying's studio? I don't know if the threshold of archdaily is so low now? Anyone without qualifications dares to join in."

"Yeah, just this unpopular project has to be rushed to the world to see, this kind of teacher in our studio is too lazy to take it."

"That's right, I said it last time. I heard that Professor Zhao's project in Ji City this time is 10,000+ square meters. It seems that there is another real estate project that is being discussed?"

"Oh," another sharp voice seemed to be impatient to speak, "Professor Zhao specifically told us to keep a low profile, so maybe someone in our studio leaked it?"

Several people walked out of the office laughing all the way, and Jian Anran came out of the cubicle when there was no movement outside.

The only thought on her mind right now was—

Never speak ill of others in the toilet in the future.

And one more... After hearing those words just now, she really felt a little uncomfortable.

I heard Mi Yingying mentioned it once before, saying that the students in Professor Zhao's studio were talking nonsense at the door of their office, and kept trolling the projects in their office.

After all, most of the teachers in the courtyard are connected to public buildings, most of which are libraries, art galleries, and activity centers. Commercial buildings are also stereotyped office buildings, office buildings, and commercial plazas.

And Professor Zhao is one of the few teachers in the department who specialize in real estate projects. His [-]th year just caught up with the golden age of real estate, and his first pot of gold was dug out from real estate.

Most of the real estate projects have no design space, they are all based on the existing house type, like stacking boxes, no matter how tall the residential buildings are, they are all stacked by the same modules.

There is not much technical content, the project cycle is short, and the payment is fast. In the construction industry, it can almost be regarded as quick money and hot money.

There are many self-proclaimed high-minded architects who look down on architects engaged in real estate design, but they are paid well, and there are still many graduates from prestigious schools. Real estate has always been a popular direction for construction employment.

Professor Zhao only taught one course of equipment as an undergraduate, and the graduate students he led were also recruited into the design company he opened outside, and they began to draw residential floor plans together during their studies.

Luxurious cars and mansions, own company, and a university professor, Professor Zhao is simply a role model for many architecture students.

A fledgling like Wen Siheng, who has a glamorous resume but is still inexperienced, naturally fell into his chain of contempt.

……

When she returned to the office, the cake Mi Yingying bought had just arrived, and she was humming a tune while unpacking it with a fork in her mouth.

Song Qi wore earphones as usual, and Jian Anran walked straight back to her seat.

I don't know if she suddenly noticed the sight from this side, Jian Anran couldn't dodge in time, and just happened to meet Mi Yingying's gaze.

"What's wrong with An Ran?" Mi Yingying was stunned for a moment before pointing to her own cake, "Do you want to try it together?"

From the moment Jian Anran first came in, she actually noticed that the other party was staring at her.

"No need..." Jian Anran quickly waved her hand.

"Sister." She hesitated, not knowing whether to speak or not.

Mi Yingying dug a spoonful of cake into her mouth, turned her head and asked vaguely, "What's wrong?"

"It's just..." After reorganizing the conversation just heard in her head, Jian Anran finally said, "Didn't you say that Professor Zhao's people were talking bad about our office last time?"

"Yeah," Mi Yingying blurted out first, then seemed to have a sudden reaction, and immediately widened her eyes, "What did they say again?"

After summarizing what she just heard, Jian Anran immediately relayed it.

If it wasn't for Song Qi who just took off the earphones and quickly rushed forward to stop Mi Yingying, she almost wanted to rush directly to Professor Zhao's office to confront him.

"It's better to pretend that you didn't hear it, so as not to cause embarrassment to Teacher Wen and Professor Zhao." Song Qi was very calm.

"Embarrassing?" Mi Yingying was furious, "It's just to endure the other party's incessant advances for a while, I just can't get used to this kind of person stepping on other people's heads, just talking around every day and having nothing to do..."

After scolding the people in Professor Zhao's office for a long time, Mi Yingying calmed down a little when she was about to get off work.

"They are just jealous!" This was Mi Yingying's final conclusion.

"People at Professor Zhao's age look down on these social media the most. They wish that everyone's mobile phones would go back to the era of keypads. Their studios can't build their own platforms and just talk to others like this."

"Pa-ta--" the door of the small office opened, and Wen Siheng poked out half of his head.

"Student Jian Anran," his eyes locked on, "Please come in."

Under the eyes of Song Qi and Mi Yingying, Jian Anran followed Wen Siheng into the small office with timid steps.

After closing the door, he glanced at the chair in front of him, motioning her to sit down directly.

"Who was Mi Yingying arguing with just now?" Wen Siheng cut to the chase.

"It seems that the sound insulation of this glass is not very good." Jian Anran muttered in a low voice.

The other party stood up at once, propped his hands on the table, his upper body leaned forward slightly, his lips were slightly parted, and just about to say something, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the red in the corner of the briefcase.

His divorce certificate was still kept in his bag.

The petty fights in the past can be said to be flirting. Since the other party insisted on obtaining a divorce certificate, Wen Siheng sighed and sat back on his chair.

Keeping a normal distance, what maintains them now is only the teacher-student relationship.

"The people in Professor Zhao's office looked down on our project. If Song Qi hadn't stopped Mi Yingying just now, she would have rushed out to scold him." Jian Anran succinctly relayed the scene just now.

Wen Siheng smiled, seeing that the other party didn't intend to say anything more, Jian Anran immediately pushed away the chair and stood up.

Before Jian Anran went out, Wen Siheng's phone rang suddenly.

Picking up the phone and looking at the contact on the screen, the other party subconsciously glanced at her, hurriedly signaled Jane Anran to go out, and only after confirming that the door was closed did he answer the phone.

(End of this chapter)