After the classroom for the studio was approved, Jiang Silu was busy for three straight days.
On the first day, she cleaned the place with Song Miaomiao, Lu Yao, and Liu Shiting.
The empty classroom was covered in dust, and there were cobwebs in the corners.
The four of them grabbed rags, brooms, and mops, and worked all afternoon.
Lu Yao complained about being tired while wiping the windows, but her hands never stopped moving.
Song Miaomiao squatted on the floor, scraping stubborn stains from the corners until her hands turned red.
Liu Shiting quietly arranged the desks and chairs, neatly lining up a few old desks brought over from other classrooms.
"Silu, what are you going to name your studio?" Lu Yao hopped down from the window, flicking her rag.
Jiang Silu thought for a moment and replied, "I was thinking of just calling it 'Silu Design Studio.' Simple and easy to remember."
