Watching the chubby woman twist her fat buttocks and turn out of the hut, Yan Yihan held the trolley box in her hand and looked around the room of less than ten square meters blankly.

A fold-out single bed, a small table with a TV on it, two chairs, a tiny bathroom, and nothing more.

It felt like a long time ago, they were also a family crammed into a small space, but it was just over a year, and she felt that the long ago seemed a little blurry.

Yan Yihan didn't have a lot of luggage on her, and a trolley case was already full of all her belongings.

Simply cleaned up the house, Yan Yihan looked at her watch, it was now more than seven o'clock in the evening, she took out her drawing paper and brushes, turned on the yellowed lamps in the room, and began to draw the design manuscript that she had promised Li Qiyu before.

Painting late, Yan Yihan rubbed her sour eyes, looked up at the ceiling, the lamp hanging there emitted a dim glow, she hadn't worked in such an environment for a long time, and the whole person felt very uncomfortable.

After packing up the things at hand, Yan Yihan washed up briefly, and lay on the narrow folding bed, as long as she moved her body slightly, the small bed would make a harsh creaky sound.

Closing her eyes, she forced herself to go to bed quickly, and she had to get up to school tomorrow.

In this way, Yan Yihan spent the first night in a hut of less than ten square meters.

knocked on the door, Yan Yihan lowered his head and entered the classroom, Li Qiyu was redrawing Qian Chengzi and Bai Lu, and when he saw her come in, he just glanced at it lightly and didn't say anything.

Yan Yihan sat next to Gan Xue with her schoolbag, Gan Xue glanced at her watch and said loudly, "Yi Han, why are you so late today?"

Yan Yihan's face was embarrassed, and his chest was still rising and falling.

She lived in the hotel opposite the famous hotel for more than a month, and she was used to getting up at seven o'clock every morning, and suddenly changed the environment, she slept late last night, and it was half past seven this morning.

"The teacher isn't angry, is he?"

Yan Yihan asked in a low voice.

Gan Xue shook her head, "The teacher was busy giving Cendy and Bai Lu the manuscript, so he didn't ask you about it!"

The two were talking in a low voice, Li Qiyu walked up to Yan Yihan at some point, and he said loudly, "Have you finished your drawing?"

Yan Yihan nodded, hurriedly took out a stack of sketches from his bag, and handed them to Li Qiyu.

Li Qiyu took it, but he frowned after just flipping through two or three sheets, and Yan Yihan was worried.

Li Qiyu looked at Yan Yihan with his eyes and said loudly, "This is the finished product you showed me?"

Yan Yihan subconsciously stood up, looking at the sketch that was placed on the table, she felt that her face must be flushed.

Seeing that she was silent, Li Qiyu said lightly, "No, go back and repaint!"

With that, he turned away.

Gan Xue looked at Yan Yihan with some concern, and then glanced at the sketch that was placed on the table, and she said softly, "Yihan, how did you do it?"

Yan Yihan's fingers gripped the brush tightly, holding back the hot eye sockets to prevent tears from flowing.

She knew that she was too anxious to make money, and when she designed last night, she was full of thoughts about Oude's side, and the lights in the house were dim, she had a headache, and she didn't know what she had drawn, Li Qiyu was so strict, it was natural for her to be angry.

Qiancheng Zi walked over with high heels, glanced at Yan Yihan, and she said loudly, "What's wrong with Yan Da Designer?

Bai Lu smiled lightly and said, "People now think that they are painting something hot, but who expected it...... Huh!"

Yan Yihan felt that she reached out and slapped her face, and in order to lower her eyelashes, she reached out and picked up the sketch on the table, and turned to go out.

Locking herself in a separate bathroom, Yan Yihan reached out to cover her mouth, tears finally slipped out of her eyes, and her vision was blurred, but she could still see the imperfect designs on the drawings.

Trembling and gasping, Yan Yihan reached out and tore the sketch into several pieces and threw it in the trash can on the side.

This sense of powerlessness and shame almost overwhelmed her, and suddenly the situation took a sharp turn, and she didn't even have a psychological preparation, and suddenly, she was burdened with tens of millions of debts, what to do, what to do......

locked himself in the bathroom for more than half an hour, and when Yan Yihan came out again, except for his red eyes, his face was already indifferent.

After taking the cold water and washing his face, Yan Yihan opened the door of the bathroom, but he didn't expect to see Li Qiyu by the door.

"Teacher ......"

Yan Yihan was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to face him.

Li Qiyu glanced at Yan Yihan and said loudly, "You have been very wrong recently, what's wrong, is something wrong?"

A sourness and grievance welled up in his heart, Yan Yihan shook his head with a smile, but tears filled his eyes.

"If you really want to continue in this industry, shall we?"

Li Qiyu asked softly.

Yan Yihan nodded, and walked side by side with Li Qiyu in the campus of the famous museum, both of them looked ahead, Li Qiyu said, "I'm not interested in other people's private affairs, but I think you are very talented in design, and you yourself are still working hard, if it is really because of other things, let your career in this area end, I think one day you will regret it!"

Yan Yihan showed a faint sadness on his face, and replied loudly, "Teacher, I have always respected you, and I don't want to hide it from you, my recent life is a bit chaotic, especially in design, I don't know what went wrong, in short, I'm really annoyed now, I don't know what I can do!"

Li Qiyu looked at Yan Yihan with a sideways face, "You are not an impatient person, but I see that the manuscript you gave me today is obviously drawn in a hurry for quick success, what, are you short of money?"

Yan Yihan was broken by Li Qiyu's words, hesitated slightly, and she nodded.

Li Qiyu didn't ask the reason, just replied loudly, "You remember, you are now a professional designer, you have enough talent and ability to become a talent, if it is because you are not inspired and can't design good works, then it is really annoying, but if it is because of other things, such as the most external money, then I think it is really unnecessary!"

Yan Yihan raised his eyes to look at Li Qiyu, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes, "Teacher, I dare to swear with my reputation, I really didn't plagiarize other people's works, but I don't know why, my design will be exactly the same as the work of designers from other famous brand companies!"

It's not so much because of the pressure of money, but because of the pressure of reputation, although Oude said that he believed her, but Yan Yihan himself didn't believe it, they had already shipped the goods first, and this kind of thing couldn't be washed away by jumping into the Yellow River.

Li Qiyu saw the anxious look on Yan Yihan's face, and said in a low voice, "It's you yourself who is too stubborn, which industry doesn't play tricks and tricks, a successful designer, he not only needs talent that ordinary people don't have, but more importantly, she must know how to adapt to this society, if you can't even survive this little wind and waves, then I advise you to quit this business as soon as possible!"