Chapter 268 What a coincidence! I have a friend also named Ding Jiahe

The news caused an uproar in the meeting room.

Many people stood up from their seats and rushed to the podium, surrounding Ye Wenxi in layers.

Questions kept coming in: what exactly I would do, what qualifications I needed, and how much I would be paid.

Ye Wenxi answered each question one by one, her voice almost hoarse from talking.

While handing her water, Wang Mingyuan leaned close to her ear and whispered:

"How about...we find another time? The students are too enthusiastic; they won't leave anytime soon."

He was worried that Ye Wenxi was working too hard.

Ye Wenxi glanced at her watch; it was six o'clock, and the last bus was at seven-thirty.

"I can talk for another half hour, there's still time."

Wang Mingyuan wanted to offer to send her a car, but Ye Wenxi waved her hand and said, "It's alright, there are buses to get home, no need to trouble you."

The crowd gradually dispersed. A girl seized an opportunity, squeezed in from the side, and leaned close to Ye Wenxi, her voice very low:

"Teacher Ye... Teacher Ye."

Ye Wenxi turned his head.

The girl has shoulder-length hair, bright eyes, fair skin, and a small mole at the corner of her mouth.

"You don't need to call me teacher." Ye Wenxi smiled. "Once I enroll, we'll be classmates. Just call me by my name."

The girl nodded, pursed her lips, as if to encourage herself:

"Comrade Ye Wenxi, I... I would like to invite you to visit our dormitory."

"Um?"

"Actually, it's a few of us classmates who do fashion design in our spare time. We've got some results, and we'd like to show them to you." She was a little embarrassed, and her voice trailed off.

"Oh?" Ye Wenxi became interested.

As the girl spoke, she unbuttoned her coat, revealing a shirt underneath.

"Look, this one is one we made ourselves."

Ye Wenxi looked him up and down.

Overall, it looks like a regular shirt, but the waistline is tapered, making it fit the body better than usual.

The shoulder line has also been adjusted, with the seams slightly raised to make the shoulders look more shapely.

"Did you tighten your waist here?" Ye Wenxi pointed to her side.

"Yes!" The girl nodded vigorously, her eyes lighting up.

"And here too." Ye Wenxi pointed to the shoulder again. "The shoulder line has been moved forward a bit, making it look more three-dimensional."

"You noticed everything!" the girl exclaimed in a low voice, clearly surprised.

Ye Wenxi smiled and glanced at his watch again.

"You said you were going to the dorm to check, what are you going to check?"

The girl took a deep breath and spoke faster:

"We are roommates, and coincidentally, we all like designing clothes, so we got together. We usually design and make patterns in the dorm, and occasionally we make clothes for our classmates."

She paused, then lowered her voice:

"The school doesn't have any interest groups for this, nor do they provide any venues for us. So everything is piled up in my dorm room—samples, manuscripts, fabrics, it's all there."

She looked up at Ye Wenxi:

Would you like to go and take a look?

Ye Wenxi didn't answer immediately, and looked at her:

"So, you'd like to try out for the assistant position?"

"Mmm!" the girl nodded, her eyes sparkling.

"Even..." she pursed her lips, as if she had made a great decision, "I want to be like you, to be a designer, and to have my own clothing brand in the future."

Ye Wenxi's eyes lit up.

It's not easy to say something like that at your age; it shows ambition and courage.

She looked at the girl in front of her, her bright eyes brimming with barely concealed excitement.

At that moment, a thought did flash through my mind.

It lasted for about 0.001 seconds, something like "teaching the apprentice will starve the master," and then it was over in a flash.

But Ye Wenxi doesn't mind teaching others how to fish.

But for someone who traveled from the 21st century, what's in her mind is the biggest 'fishpond'.

This is her enduring source of confidence and the guarantee for her progress.

Beyond that, she hopes to do more for this era and for the women within it.

She is willing to use herself as a catalyst to inspire more outstanding talents who dare to think and act, and together build a galaxy of stars belonging to women in the new era.

Ye Wenxi followed the girl through the campus and arrived at an old dormitory building.

The room for eight people was small and cramped, with fabric piled in the corner, half-finished clothes stuffed under the bed, and design drafts pasted on the walls.

It seems someone tipped them off in advance.

As soon as they entered, the girls quickly stood up, hurriedly tidied up a space, brought water, and laid out their rarely seen snacks.

Ye Wenxi smiled and sat down, gesturing for everyone to sit as well.

"Come, let me see your manuscripts."

Several people quickly gathered around the long table that had been put together, talking all at once. Occasionally, someone would pull out a sample garment and hold it up to show it off.

More than half an hour passed, and Ye Wenxi glanced at his watch.

"Okay, let's talk in detail next time I come over. I have to catch the bus, or I'll be late."

She stood up, and several girls followed suit, their eyes filled with reluctance.

"Do you have paper and a pen?" Ye Wenxi asked, turning around.

"Yes! Yes!" A girl quickly flipped it over.

Ye Wenxi took it, quickly wrote two lines, and handed it back.

"Finish these two designs within a week and send them to me."

She turned her head and looked at the people surrounding her:

"You can all give it a try. We'll choose fairly, openly, and impartially."

The girls were stunned for a moment, then their eyes lit up.

"Okay!"

"Thank you, Professor Ye, for giving me this opportunity!"

"Thank you, Teacher Ye!"

The girl who brought Ye Wenxi there escorted her all the way to the door, her enthusiasm undiminished.

"Teacher Ye, let me see you out."

"good!"

After taking a few steps, Ye Wenxi suddenly remembered something and turned around:

"By the way, what's your name?"

The girl was stunned for a moment before realizing that after chatting for so long, she still hadn't introduced herself.

She smiled, her voice crisp and clear:

"My name is Ding Jiahe."

"Huh? What?" Ye Wenxi stopped in her tracks.

"Ding Jiahe! Ding from Jia, Yi, Bing, Ding; Jia from Jiazuo; He from Hemiao."

One second, two seconds.

Ye Wenxi seemed to be nailed to the spot.

"Teacher Ye?" Little Ding peeked over, looking puzzled.

Ye Wenxi forced a smile, but it looked a little stiff.

"What a coincidence, I have a friend whose name is also Ding Jiahe."

"Hahaha, what a coincidence!" Ye Wenxi

"What a coincidence... such an obscure name can be shared by someone else," Ye Wenxi repeated, a smile on her face, but her expression was one of utter astonishment.

"Alright, don't bother seeing me off, Xiao Ding. Go back now." She waved her hand, dismissing him.

Once the figure disappeared into the stairwell, Ye Wenxi's mind and mouth finally exploded simultaneously.

Heh? Are you kidding me?

Old Ding and Jiahe have just found someone, are they going to arrange a new one for me?

Interesting, really interesting, they even changed the plot like this?

"ah--!"

Lost in her own shock, she didn't notice her footing and missed a step.

The heel is crooked.

With a "crack," the soles and heels of the two shoes separated.