After being diagnosed with a terminal illness, the fake heiress binds herself to a rough-looking man

Chapter 307 Anniversary of the School

The temperature dropped in Beijing the next day.

The dry, cold wind brushed against her face. As soon as Jiang Yu came downstairs, Huo Li stuffed a long black down jacket into her hands.

"Put them on."

Jiang Yu glanced at it: "It's too swollen."

Huo Li said expressionlessly, "If you catch a cold, your swelling will get worse."

Jiang Yu: "..."

She obediently put it on, and Huo Li stuffed two hand warmers into her pocket.

Lin Xingran, who was waiting at the school gate, looked her up and down as soon as she saw her.

"You look like a little dumpling that your owner has wrapped up."

Jiang Yu pulled the scarf up a little: "Huo Li gave it to me."

Lin Xingran immediately clutched her chest.

"Fine, I'll shut up. I shouldn't have asked."

On the first day of the exhibition setup, Jiang Yu witnessed firsthand the huge gap between the paper plan and the actual site environment.

The lighting positions need to be adjusted, the height of the display stands needs to be changed, the size of the artist's work is inconsistent with the reported dimensions, and even the material of the wall stickers needs to be reconfirmed.

Jiang Yu walked back and forth in the exhibition hall with her tablet in hand, her throat almost dry from talking.

Li Qian came over carrying a stack of documents, her attitude much more subdued than yesterday.

"The artist's authorization letter has been signed."

Jiang Yu took it and flipped through it: "Hmm."

Li Qian handed over another form.

"The bill of materials is here too; I've reorganized it according to the format you mentioned yesterday."

Jiang Yu looked up at her.

Li Qian looked away uncomfortably.

"I looked at the light gauge you modified last night; it's quite detailed."

Jiang Yu nodded: "I'm afraid you'll leak."

Li Qian's lips twitched slightly, but she didn't refute it and turned to leave.

Lin Xingran leaned closer and whispered, "Did you beat her into submission?"

Jiang Yu handed the information to the classmate next to her who was in charge of registration.

"I don't know, just don't delay the progress."

At 5 p.m. sharp, Huo Li appeared downstairs at the art museum.

Jiang Yu opened the car door and sat down, leaning back in her seat.

Huo Li turned his head to look at her: "Hungry?"

Jiang Yu, with her eyes closed, said, "Hungry. Enough to eat a whole cow."

Huo Li: "We don't have beef, but we have chicken soup."

Jiang Yu opened her eyes: "Chicken soup again?"

Huo Li: "It's been changed to mushroom chicken."

Jiang Yu closed her eyes again: "Alright."

After finishing her meal, Jiang Yu collapsed on the sofa, unable to even hold her tablet steady.

Huo Li pulled her onto his lap and reached out to press her calves.

Jiang Yu jumped in surprise: "What are you doing?"

Huo Li looked up: "Leg massage."

Jiang Yu warned, "Just massage my legs, don't go higher."

Huo Li paused, then chuckled softly.

"No further today."

Jiang Yu was skeptical.

Huo Li's palm was very warm, and when he pressed it on the sore spot on his calf, the pressure was just right.

Jiang Yu squinted comfortably, her voice becoming lazy.

"Huo Li, if you're this virtuous every day, I'll get used to it."

Huo Li's hands didn't stop moving.

"It's about getting used to it."

The little light orb broadcasts in a low voice.

Lifespan increased by 1 days.

Jiang Yu sighed inwardly, "This is becoming more and more mundane."

The best way to live is through the everyday, a steady flow, and you'll live longer.

On the evening of the third day of setup, a problem arose.

The installation by the young artist in the center of the exhibition hall is called Gear Rose, which is the core work that combines metal structure with projection of intangible cultural heritage embroidery.

During the debugging process, the metal sheet suddenly emitted a piercing friction sound.

The artist Xiao Zhou's expression changed.

"Oh no, the bearing is misaligned."

Jiang Yu walked over.

"Was it damaged during transport?"

Xiao Zhou nodded.

"The manufacturer said the parts will take three days to arrive."

"The preview is on Friday, I can't wait."

Several students gathered around in the exhibition hall.

Someone whispered, "Should we remove it first?"

Jiang Yu shook her head.

"This is the main visual; if we remove it, the entire traffic flow will need to be changed."

Xiao Zhou paced back and forth anxiously.

"But now it's too noisy when it's running, and the shadows are messed up when the lights are on."

After staring at the base for a few seconds, Jiang Yu's mind raced through the structural diagram.

Before she could figure it out, a familiar voice came from behind her.

"Get down."

Jiang Yu turned around.

Huo Li stood at the entrance of the exhibition hall.

"How did you get in?"

Huo Li walked over, his gaze falling on the base of the device.

"I'll pick you up. While I'm at it, take a look at this."

Xiao Zhou recognized him and quickly stepped aside.

Huo Li squatted down and tapped the metal frame with his fingers.

"It's not a problem with the light; it's that the base is under uneven stress."

Xiao Zhou was stunned: "Base?"

Huo Li looked up: "Shims, torque wrench."

The worker looked troubled.

"Mr. Huo, we don't have a torque wrench."

Huo Li took out his phone and dialed Li Beichen's number.

"Bring up a toolbox."

Less than five minutes later, Li Beichen rushed into the art museum carrying his toolbox.

"Brother, you're here!"

Huo Li took off his coat and casually handed it to Jiang Yu.

He rolled up his shirt sleeves to his forearms, revealing his muscular physique.

Squatting in front of the base, he first removed the outer baffle to take a look. The position of the gasket was indeed off. After adjusting it, he tightened the screws again.

Jiang Yu stood beside him, holding his coat, watching his profile.

Huo Li tightened the last screw and stood up.

"Test the lights."

Xiao Zhou quickly went to turn on the light.

The lights came down.

The gears turned slowly, and the metal rose unfolded little by little.

The embroidery projection fell on the petals, the warm and cool light intertwined and overlapped, and the rubbing sound disappeared.

There was a two-second silence in the exhibition hall, and then Xiao Zhou burst into cheers.

"It's done!"

Lin Xingran clapped her hands from the side.

"Huo Li, what kind of god-like fiancé are you?!"

Li Beichen looked proud.