Reborn Ace Designer

I don't know if you have heard of such a joke.

Once upon a time, there was a designer. Later, he worked overtime all night long, and then, he died...

In his computer, a mysterious folder left by the designer was found:

1#Construction drawing.dwg

1#Construction drawing modification.dwg

1# Construction drawing completed version 1.dwg

1# Final version of construction drawing.dwg

1#Construction drawing final version 1.dwg

1# Construction drawing final version 2.dwg

1# Final version of construction drawing.dwg

1# Final version of construction drawing.dwg

1#Construction drawings will never be revised to 1.dwg

1# construction drawing will never be revised or revised 2.dwg

Most of the jokes are ridiculing. After laughing, most people still live lifelessly. As a saying goes: it's none of your business, just ignore it.

In the 21st century, design seems to be a profession that makes people feel dreamy and fashionable, and designers always seem to have profound thoughts and compelling temperament, arousing endless admiration.

Designer Jonathan Ive had a dream, and Apple became popular all over the world. As soon as Kenzai Hara turned his head under his white hair, MUJI products were sold all over Asia!

These are the trendsetters of the times. However, before a designer becomes a master, are they still so cool? Are they so awesome?

the answer is--

…

"Ouch, it hurts, fuck! Which little bastard is throwing away his labor?" In a daze, Wang Xiaotian felt that his forehead had a close contact with an extraterrestrial visitor, and he subconsciously screamed out.

"Eh? Am I not dead? Could it be that this is hell, and the bull-headed horse-face was seducing my soul just now?" Wang Xiaotian quickly remembered that he was already a dead person, could the dead also feel pain? This was a novel discovery.

If he were still alive, he would definitely win a Nobel Prize for Death Experience. In this way, Mo Yan would not feel lonely, and at least he could get a slap on the hand, right?

Just as Wang Xiaotian's mind was spinning wildly, suddenly, he felt something was wrong because the surroundings seemed too quiet.

It's a little too quiet!

Wang Xiaotian had a very strange feeling. He shook his head a few times and felt a little more awake. His consciousness returned to his original body like a tide.

Opening his eyes, a hazy picture appeared in front of him. He could not see clearly. He rubbed his eyes and the picture could finally be seen clearly——

Huh? Where is this?

The studio shouldn't be that old? Why are there so many people? What are they watching...

Looking carefully at the scene in front of him, the slightly dim room was filled with square chairs, and those sitting upright were all young and immature faces of sixteen or seventeen years old. The gray walls on both sides were all inlaid with

The old-fashioned sliding window with six panes of glass is also made of wood. It has been painted with countless layers of red paint and is stained. It has been for some years.

Wang Xiaotian looked around blankly, a little dazed.

Those young faces were strange and somewhat familiar. He couldn't remember where he had seen them before. But he swore that he definitely knew these people!

He retracted his eyes and turned his gaze to the wall in front of him. There was a blackboard hanging in the middle of the wall. There were eight large red characters on it, which had turned yellow. They said: "Study hard and make progress every day."

"This is..." Wang Xiaotian was shocked when he saw these eight words. Then he looked at the furnishings in the entire space and was stunned.

"This...is my high school classroom?!"

Wang Xiaotian was so shocked that he almost jumped up. His eyes immediately fell on the lintel of the gate, and he saw a house number, and on it was written "Grade 2 (9)".

This scene made Wang Xiaotian's brain "bang" like a pile of explosives exploding. His eyes widened in disbelief and his breathing became rapid.

"Xiaotian, Xiaotian, you...are you serious?"

The young man sitting in front of Wang Xiaotian turned around and winked at Wang Xiaotian, "I was just joking with you, I didn't expect you to actually scold the old witch in front of her... This is none of my business.

, I didn’t hear or see it, please don’t come to me.”

The young man lowered his voice so low that only Wang Xiaotian could hear him. After he finished speaking, he bowed to Wang Xiaotian with a "pious" look on his face. How could he be so mean-spirited?

Wang Xiaotian looked at it intently, and after a while he tentatively said: "Are you... Zhu Dake?"

Zhu Dake looked at Wang Xiaotian with a strange expression, feeling that it was not easy to say anything in this atmosphere, so he gave a "you know" look, and worked hard in his place, looking like a good student.

At this time, Wang Xiaocai noticed a woman on the podium. She was about thirty-five years old. She had an elongated oval face, thin lips, and a pointed chin. She was not too ugly, but she was not pretty either.

.

This woman had permed and curly hair, and was wearing a light-colored plaid gown and wide-legged bell-bottom pants. Twenty years ago, this look would have been considered fashionable.

But Wang Xiaotian frowned. In his eyes, this outfit seemed a bit "rustic"...

After trying hard to clear away the memories in his mind, Wang Xiaotian finally remembered that this woman seemed to be his high school English teacher named Zhang Mingxing. In private, everyone gave her a nickname - the old witch.

At this moment, the old witch's face was not good-looking at all. In her hand, there was half a broken piece of chalk, and she was staring at Wang Xiaotian with a gloomy expression!

From these eyes, Wang Xiaotian felt murderous intent.

Yes, it’s a “murderous intention”!

Glancing at the half piece of chalk in the old witch's hand, Wang Xiaotian seemed to know what the hidden weapon that hit him was. He rubbed his forehead and glanced around, realizing that he had now become the center of attention of the whole class.

"Xiaotian, you are dead now. If you offend the old witch, my brother can't help you." The person sitting next to Wang Xiaotian gave him a helpless look, which was telling him,

You wish for your own happiness.

Wang Xiaotian's mind began to become more and more flexible. The person who spoke was called Zhou Qiang, and he was his classmate in high school. But why are they here? Or, in other words, why did he come here?

He clearly remembered that he should be dead, and there was nothing in this world worth remembering...

At the moment when he was about to die, he lay down in front of his computer desk and thought about his life. He had done nothing and had never done anything earth-shattering. It was like plain, tasteless boiled water. When he drank it in his mouth, he didn't even have the feeling of aftertaste.

Less than.

The only thing he regrets is probably her...

Just as Wang Xiaotian was immersed in memories, a discordant voice came coldly from the podium. It was the ugly-faced English teacher Zhang Mingxing.

"Student Wang Xiaotian, you fell asleep in class, uttered nonsense and cursed, and disrupted the order of the class. I will make you stand for half an hour and then go to my office after class!"

The old witch's face was filled with frost, and she slapped her hand on the desk, then pointed at the door, her sharp voice unabashedly revealing her anger at the moment.

It is a very serious matter for a student to openly insult the teacher in class. In her opinion, this lawless student must be given a severe lesson, otherwise where is her authority as a teacher?

Wang Xiaotian stood up directly from his seat, not because he was willing to listen to the old witch, but because his mind was in chaos now and he really needed to think calmly.

"Teacher Zhang, little...Classmate Wang Xiaotian, he is just a little naughty. He didn't mean to scold you." Just as Wang Xiaotian was about to walk towards the door, a clear and pleasant voice suddenly sounded from the classroom.

The speaker was a girl sitting in the first row, wearing a pure white dress, like a white lotus blooming in summer, fresh and holy. Her exposed arms were as flawless as green onions, and in her watery eyes,

Contains anxiety.

The old witch glanced at Shangguan Zirou who was standing up, and said coldly: "Student Zirou, please remember that this is a classroom, not a market. You must raise your hands before speaking."

Shangguan Zirou's voice was clear and crisp, like the cry of an oriole, but she couldn't care about anything else, "Teacher, I don't think Wang Xiaotian meant it. I'll ask him to apologize to you now, and then ask him to write a self-criticism. Do you think this will work?"

no?"

After hearing what the other party said, the old witch's expression softened slightly. She was publicly insulted by a "poor student" who was only in single digits in the English course. Although it made her very unhappy, as the monitor of the class,

Now that Shangguan Zirou has spoken, her authority as a teacher has been maintained.

"Xiaotian, why are you still standing there, apologize to Teacher Zhang quickly." Shangguan Zirou finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked angrily at Wang Xiaotian, who was staying motionless on the spot, winking secretly at him repeatedly.

At this moment, Wang Xiaotian, the person involved, felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

This voice...

This back view...

He will never forget it for the rest of his life, even if it is separated by time and space, it cannot be erased from his memory!

Shangguan Zirou, a name that worries Wang Xiaotian, can only appear in countless dreams. Every time he wakes up, he is unwilling to recall it, because every time he recalls it, his heart hurts...

When she was seventeen years old, one rainy day, Shangguan Zirou's father left the county with his family. It is said that Zirou's uncle opened a large company in Shanghai. The old man had no successor, so he inherited the property rights of the company to his only son.

’s younger brother, who is also Zi Rou’s father.

It was originally agreed that Wang Xiaotian was going to say goodbye to Shangguan Zirou, but that day, the silly girl stood under the rain all night and did not wait for Wang Xiaotian.

Shangguan Zirou fell ill and had a high fever of 40 degrees, but Wang Xiaotian never appeared, as if he had evaporated from the world!

With her father's comfort, Shangguan Zirou left in tears, with tears of disappointment and sorrow, just like the gentle rain that day, which kept falling.

It wasn't until they disappeared from the end of the field of vision that Wang Xiaotian's figure appeared.

At that time, he also cried, crying very sadly...

This was the first time that the two people who had grown up together were separated, and it was also the last time that Wang Xiaotian saw Shangguan Zirou.

Later, Shangguan Zirou came back to look for Wang Xiaotian many times, but there was no news from him. She had been to Wang Xiaotian's previous home, but the owner had long since changed.

Later, Wang Xiaotian heard from someone unknown that Shangguan Zirou had gotten married, and the groom was not him.

That night, Wang Xiaotian was so drunk! In his dream, he vaguely saw that hazy and graceful figure, and that beautiful period of youth...

dream!

Must be dreaming again!!

Wang Xiaotian gasped violently. He must be dreaming, otherwise... otherwise, he would not be able to see his classmates from high school! And that... person who haunts him in dreams!

After standing there for a moment, Wang Xiaotian suddenly rushed out like crazy, hugged the panicked Shangguan Zirou, and held him tightly, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Even if it was a dream, he didn't want to wake up from this dream soon, but why was this dream so real?

The whole class was stunned, and the whole classroom was silent.

Holding Shangguan Zirou tightly, Wang Xiaotian seemed to be unaware of everything in the outside world. He greedily sucked in the fragrance of Shangguan Zirou's hair. It felt so good.

"Xiaotian, I can't breathe. What...what are you doing?" Shangguan Zirou was also frightened by Wang Xiaotian's crazy actions. It took him a long time to react, frowned slightly, and struggled hard.

Wang Xiaotian was awakened by the latter's struggle and quickly let go of his hand. He was afraid that he would really hurt the girl in front of him. Even if this was a dream, he was unwilling to hurt her.

After getting out of Wang Xiaotian's arms, Shangguan Zirou hurriedly tidied up her appearance, and suddenly thought that she was still in the classroom, and everyone was watching...

Immediately, two wisps of crimson rose on her pretty face and spread to the root of her neck. She was as delicate and charming as a red apple, and she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into it.

"It's over, it's over! I'm dead now!" Shangguan Zirou felt her cheeks were getting hot. She looked at Wang Xiaotian, but she was shocked. The latter's face was full of tears, and he had obviously cried just now.

.

"Xiaotian, you...I...I hurt you?" Shangguan Zirou felt anxious and quickly asked carefully.

Wang Xiaotian shook his head, but his tears couldn't stop flowing down, "Even if it's just a dream, I don't want to wake up... Zirou, you know, I have many, many things to say to you!"

At this moment, the old window glass of the classroom revealed a ray of golden light from the horizon, reflecting the tears in the corners of Wang Xiaotian's eyes, twinkling with crystals.

Raising his head, Wang Xiaotian carefully looked at the young face in front of him that had always remained in his memory when he was seventeen years old. There was no change at all and he was still as familiar as he was twenty years ago.

Shangguan Zirou was stared at by Wang Xiaotian's affectionate eyes, her heart was beating wildly, she was even more shy, she lowered her head and fiddled with the corners of her clothes.

"You...rebellious!"

The old witch, who was basically being left out in the air, felt that her dignity as a people's teacher had been trampled on again. With a pale face, she slapped her head on the lectern, pointed to the door, and screamed with a harsh and sharp voice.

to one hundred and twenty decibels:

"Wang Xiaotian!givemeout!!"