Chapter 29: 29 What sounds do you like?

Fang Zhiran opened the x-site, searched for ticket grabbing strategies, and after filtering, 10 popular solutions and 5 evil solutions popped up, organized them into a document, and packaged it to send it to Su Jia.

[F]: Come on, get that knowledge into your head.

[ Su Jia ]: Zi ...... brain capacity is full, rejected.

[F]: Expansion, come on.

[ Su Jia ]: <Before grabbing a ticket, bathe in incense and kowtow to your cell phone dad three times ......>, ah ah ah ah little Snowflakes , what's all this stuff, you even sent the metaphysics.

[ Su Jia ]: Is it possible that what we're missing is not the strategy, but the hardware?

[ Su Jia ]: I can't really do it, I helped my mom grab the toilet paper in the live room, I can't even compete with those old ladies. I'll go find you a manual substitute.

Fang Zhiran waited anxiously.

In the meantime, an additional message was posted on the account of General Moon Media.

The date of the @WillMoonMedia:@VoiceActors-Winter Meet & Greet is officially set for March next year, and ticket buyers need to bring their ID cards and pass the face validation to enter the event. We welcome those who really like Mr. Winter's voice! Rose.jpg

Fang Zhiran turned over his cell phone calendar; it was the end of November, and as soon as he got his tickets, there were still more than three months to go before he could visit his winter teacher at the site.

He's got a dozen pounds of assorted gifts, and a handwritten blessing as thick as a book that's sure to move Mrs. Winter to tears.

Su Jia pushed him a WeChat business card [with hands].

[ Su Jia ]: Snowflakes, add him, he's good.

Fang Zhiran clicked on [have hands on] WeChat business card, sent the add message, this person really fast hand speed, he just sent, the opposite side agreed.

[F]:March 21, Voice Actor Winter Meet & Greet Substitute, Offer.

[With hands]: Here comes another one.

[F]: How many have approached you so far?

[With hands]: 53 up.

[F]: What price did they offer?

[With a hand]: My friend, I told you all, at 20:00 tonight, I'll start a proxy slot, and I'll take the order of whoever gets it.

Fang Zhiran : "......?"

[ Su Jia ]: How about that, little Snowflakes, what did Mrs. Hands say?

[F]: I'll have to find a substitute to shoot the substitute link before I can go to the substitute winter teacher meetup.

[ Su Jia ]: Soybean Circle Eye.jpg

It's an industry in the end, it's not always just one person taking orders.

Fang Zhiran searched the x-station and found another proxy, and added the other party's WeChat.

[F]: Taking substitutions for the winter meetup?

[Hands Scrambling]: Take it, pay for it.

[F]: OK, Saturday afternoon 18:00, I sent you the link and the information of the documents, then my side of the one also grab together, as long as you grab, you have all the wages.

[Hands Scrambling]: Don't worry, I'm a professional.

After finding a good proxy, Fang Zhiran was reassured that good things come in small packages, and that there are setbacks to be avoided, and that it would be good to finally meet Mr. Winter and send his blessings to him.

Mr. Winter, tuck in your voice, this true fan is here.

*

On Friday nights, two people in Lao Guo's office gather around a computer to work on a PowerPoint presentation.

"I haven't started it yet." Fang Zhiran chomped on a lollipop, "Has Brother Pan done it yet?"

"Nah, I'm a little busy this week." Pan Xu, with his slightly shaggy messy hair, said, "Find a PowerPoint template, we're doing it now, this will be quick."

Fang Zhiran did not even want to spend the event of looking for a template, he asked Ji Xingchuan for a report ppt and changed the name of the person reporting from Ji Xingchuan to Fang Zhiran.

"Then I'll use this one too." Pan Xu said, "When the time comes, we'll know at a glance that we're from the same division, bravo Guo Men!"

Fang Zhiran deleted Ji Xingchuan's content line by line and replaced it with his own charts and diagrams, and in less than twenty minutes, he finished the report PowerPoint.

"It's good to have all the charts and graphs." Fang Zhiran said, "No one will even read the words you put in."

"Finish up and get out." Pan Xu lifted his book bag, "Are you leaving? I'll buy you a ride in the elevator."

"Enjoy yourself." Fang Zhiran refused, "I'm going to audition."

He'll have to see how long the debriefing takes, keeping it strictly under 10 minutes and never going over. When the time comes, as long as he can get off the stage early, he'll hopefully be in the running for a ticket.

"...... The above is my report on this study, thank you fellow teachers." Fang Zhiran finished his speech and scanned the timer, good, only 8 minutes.

Waiting for tomorrow, he could be even faster!

Group chat [逢考必郭] (27)

[F]: @ Lao Guo, when will the office door be repaired? I don't feel safe without a door.

[F]: Guo Men No way.

[ Lao Guo ]: We'll have to wait until next week. The college maintenance man is not here this week.

[Lao Guo]:@ Ji Xingchuan

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: I studied physics, not maintenance. There are specialties in the arts, and I don't specialize in that.

[ Lao Guo ]: Tomorrow the academic conference sponsored by this institution will be rushed by all of you! Although I am not here, my spirit is with you!

[ Gan Wanhe ]: Yawning.jpg

Fang Zhiran went back to his dormitory after the audition to prepare for the ticket.

He watched some tomatoes for a while, set his alarm, and closed his eyes early, having a nightmare.

He dreamed that he opened a ticket-grabbing app, poked his finger until it caught fire, and finally picked up a ticket that, when he fixed his eyes on it, said Voice Actor Cha Mu Meet and Greet.

Fang Zhiran sat up in shock, and the time on his cell phone screen was already 8:00 am.

"Fang Zhiran." his roommate was still in the dormitory, "Are you in a bad mood, I think I heard you cursing something in the middle of the night yesterday."

"No." Fang Zhiran says, "I'm good at cursing in my sleep."

He Xuyang: "......"

Fang Zhiran rubbed his neck, which was a little sore from the pillow, stretched, and began to think about what he would wear today.

There's no need to look good when you're showing your head to a bunch of nerds.

He opened his closet and plucked a simple sweatshirt and pulled it over himself.

"You Guo Men are so strong." He Xuyang said with his toothbrush in his mouth, "I've gotten four articles on this academic conference alone."

"It was pretty strong." Fang Zhiran said, "The rest didn't get on because they didn't vote, not because they didn't pass."

"It is rumored that your division is loosely disciplined, and that you live like it's New Year's Eve." He Xuyang said, "I told you that if you don't weather the storm, you won't have any great success."

The two walked and chatted their way to the Physics School building.

In the College Building, the Dean of the School of Physics is giving a tour of the College to outside students and faculty.

"This is our laboratory, and this year we spent a lot of money to buy in a lot of instruments to provide good experimental conditions for teachers and students." The dean said, "This is the data room, with complete information."

"University A is really rich and powerful." A teacher from a foreign school complimented.

Dean: "?"

Several people in the office looked up.

Fang Zhiran : "Hi teachers, 'no door' means no threshold, if you work hard, the door of physics will be open for you."

Dean: "......"

"I... Let's take another look at the college's multimedia classroom." The corners of the dean's mouth twitched as he led the outside students and faculty away.

"Actually, you can put that broken door on it." Fang Zhiran suggests, "At least it looks good."

"No." Ji Xingchuan disagreed, "It's easy to get into danger."

"Okay." Fang Zhiran said.

"Let's go to the conference room early." Pan Xu suggested, "Take the front row, I just saw that the student union has prepared quite an abundance of refreshments for the tea break, let's go to Storm Inhalation."

Fang Zhiran wasn't interested in the refreshments, but he wanted a good spot along the aisle to move around so he could run away at the end of the afternoon's debriefing.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Ji Xingchuan led Guo Men's huge group of a dozen or so people, occupying one or two rows on the side of the conference room.

Mr. Qian, who was sitting on the edge of the first row, inexplicably felt a chill on his back.

"Ji Xingchuan, should your divisions sit separately?" Teacher Qian asked.

"Teacher." Ji Xingchuan said, "We're graduate students, not high school students anymore, we don't do that seat switching thing."

After some thought, Ji Xingchuan patted Fang Zhiran: "Give me that doughnut on your bag and your keychain."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Fang Zhiran: "Hold it gently."

"You guys sit down." Ji Xingchuan said, "I'm going to check in the hazardous materials."

Fang Zhiran watched his brother go, and opened the link to grab a ticket.

There are just over four hours until the meet and greet opens.

He knocked down his proxy shot.

[F]: Ready?

[Hands scurrying]: Don't worry boss, it's in the pipeline.

[F]: How do you prepare? Three kowtows to the cell phone dad?

[Hands busy]: I wrote this strategy, heh heh.

[F]: I'm on to you.

A tug on the sleeve of his sweatshirt, Fang Zhiran doesn't move.

After a moment, his sleeve was pulled again.

Fang Zhiran turned his head impatiently, "What for!"

Fu Yuzhuo stood next to him in the aisle, carrying a printed copy of his thesis: "Hi."

"Fuck off." Fang Zhiran said, "Nobody wants to say hello to you."

"I didn't come to say hello to you." Fu Yuzhuo said, "Father has come to defeat you."

"By you?" Fang Zhiran tilted his head, "Daddy's gonna make you crawl back to the U of B."

"Don't talk big yet, we'll see later." Fu Yuzhuo said.

Gan Wanhe didn't look up for a moment, feeling like there were two more elementary school students buzzing and arguing in his ear.

"It's good to be young." Pan Xu tsked, "Overwhelming."

"That's good." Jiang Feng said, "Wait until Fang Zhiran is transcendent."

"Excuse me." A voice came to mind.

Ji Xingchuan's cold gaze brushed past Fu Yuzhuo, "The meeting is about to begin, please take your seat."

Fu Yuzhuo froze, looked at Fang Zhiran again, and turned back to his seat.

Ji Xingchuan's remaining light once again glanced at Fu Yuzhuo's back.

"All settle down and prepare for the hearing." Ji Xingchuan said.

*

U of A Master's and Doctoral Programs - School of Physics

[Being out of town, I couldn't make it to the scene, so who can describe to me the spectacle of today's academic conference?

1L (well-known mentor): I sent it.

2L (Drilling hard): [photo] x12, Mr. Guo, I'm from the student union, and today's attendees are all high-quality papers, and there are a lot of strong subject groups here.

3L (Thesis Hard Innovation): It was such an easy day at student council. I was doing timekeeping, and I was wondering how I was going to remind these teachers and students if they went over time. But there was a little handsome guy next to me in the first row who glared at anyone who went over time, cold and handsome.

4L (not wanting to have a group meeting): Isn't that Fang Zhiran hahaha, I thought he was working for the student union.

5L (well-known mentor): ......

"Next, we welcome fellow student Fu Yuzhuo from the School of Physics at University B." The conference host said.

Fu Yuzhuo proudly stepped onto the stage, swept a glance in Fang Zhiran's direction, and turned on his battle form.

Fang Zhiran should have prepared a lot of questions for him, but he's not afraid, he's guaranteed to answer them.

Fu Yuzhuo calmly pulled out his PowerPoint and began to introduce his thesis, his voice was smooth and clear, and he finished his thesis presentation on the edge of ten minutes.

"Not bad for a U of B student, that's some good research."

"Yeah, it's a quality paper."

"Let's move on to the Q&A session, fifteen minutes in total." The moderator said.

Someone in the front row started to raise his hand, and Fang Zhiran looked up at the clock and swept his hand over to Mr. Qian, who had just raised his hand.

Mr. Qian winced.

Fu Yuzhuo has also seen a lot of scenes, facing the teachers and students' questions without any stage fright, but the answers are not enough to enjoy.

He's got this battle form on full blast, how come his nemesis isn't firing on all cylinders.

There are five minutes left in the Q&A period.

"Are there any other teachers and students who have questions they would like to discuss with our Fu Yuzhuo students?" The moderator asked.

Fu Yuzhuo himself raised a hand.

Moderator: "?"

What? You have to ask yourself that.

Fu Yuzhuo took the microphone: "Fang Zhiran from the School of Physics at the University of A, do you have a question for me?"

Fang Zhiran: "......"

I'm going to ask you if you're a dumb ass.

"No problem." Fang Zhiran sat upright and pushed down his glasses, "Student Fu's paper is excellent, so I won't pick the bones in this egg."

Fu Yuzhuo: "......"

You who?

What about Fang Zhiran, the one who wanted to be my father just now, you come back!

The clock is ticking and the time to grab a ticket is approaching.

Fang Zhiran nervously rubbed his hands together and walked onto the stage, carrying his paper.

"Here, Professor Aiken, this way." The Dean of the School of Physics guided a foreign professor in, "This is the last paper from our academic conference today, awarded first prize for outstanding research by the conference team."

Dean: "Shall I translate for you?"

"No need." Prof. Aiken said with a straight face, "My Chinese hearing is very good, and he's saying ...... saying ...... right now"

Dean: "......"

What's going on? Why is this report at two times the speed?

Fang Zhiran : "*&%$*......&bla bla bla ......"

Audience on stage: "@. @"

Prof. Aiken: "I don't seem to understand Chinese again."

Dean: "......"

"Is it just me?" Offstage, Gan Wanhe asks, "Isn't Fang Zhiran speaking a bit fast?"

"Not a bit fast." Pan Xu said, "I was afraid he'd bite his tongue."

Jiang Feng has started to shake his head to the rap-like rhythm.

"Is he in a hurry later?" Pan Xu asked.

Ji Xingchuan sidled his head in thought, and Ji Xingchuan froze.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

Fang Zhiran had just finished his report when the cell phone in his pocket began to vibrate.

This was his first ticket-grabbing alarm, indicating that at this point there were 20 minutes before the meet-and-greet opened.

Ah, he spoke in five minutes ah, awesome, so efficient.

Well, let's get it over with, he wants to be personally involved in the process.

"Thank you to our fellow student Fang Zhiran from the School of Physics at our university for the ...... report." The moderator says, "Teachers and students, do you have any questions that you would like to discuss with our fellow student Fang Zhiran?"

"Can't see me can't see me." Fang Zhiran murmured in his mind, "It's almost six o'clock, you're hungry, you want to get out."

The next second, the stage shook and raised countless hands like rain.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"I really liked your paper, can you expand on where your research is going next?"

"What an interesting study, I wonder what made you want to do this?"

"There's some overlap with our group's research, any interest in learning more about our group's research?"

The cell phone sets off a second alarm, and Fang Zhiran is surrounded.

Even Fu Yuzhuo, his nemesis, came to join in the fun, catching the data between the lines and asking him about the research process.

The third alarm goes off, and it's five minutes before the tickets for the Winter Teacher's Meeting open.

Forget it, Fang Zhiran thought calmly, I have a proxy, I don't have to put too much pressure on myself.

"Wo like the study of mud." The old foreign professor said, "Can you tell me more about it?"

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Fang Zhiran pushed down his glasses, cut the language system into English, and gave another elaboration of the core of his research.

Prof. Aiken listened to both eyes, praised the new generation of the University of A will have a promising future, and chased the person to discuss a few more issues, and also invited him to visit overseas.

At 18:02, Fang Zhiran exited the conference room like a gray dog.

The phone came up with a screen full of messages-

[ Su Jia ]: ah ah ah ah I didn't grab it, your winter teacher was so hot I didn't even see the payment page.

[ Su Jia ]: I hope your proxy is good.

Substitute, substitute you talk, substitute.

Fang Zhiran knocked on the behalf of the auction WeChat.

[F]: Do you see the payment screen?

[Hands busy]: Saw it and paid for it.

[F]: Family, I'm going to transfer the money to you!

[Hands scurrying]: Bad news, panicked and picked as my mom's ID.

[F]: ......

[Hands and feet]: friend, no need to pay me, I'm sorry QAQ

[F]: ......

Fang Zhiran staggered to the end of the corridor, holding onto the wall.

"The sorrow that pressed on the heart of the teenager finally exploded, the weight of the last straw could not be borne." Pan Xu said, "He raised his hand and gently wiped away the ...... momye at the end of his eyes, and he smiled."

Fang Zhiran holding the wall, Jie Jie strange smile.

Good, pretty good, it's a good thing.

There are so many people who love winter teachers.

Fang Zhiran : "Hahahahaha."

Pretty good.

Fang Zhiran sat on his butt and didn't want to live again.

"Fang Zhiran!" Fu Yuzhuo chased him out, "The papers turned out, the Great War three ......"

Fang Zhiran rolled the paper into a tube, jumped up and gave Fu Yuzhuo a few cracks and pops, k.o.

Pan Xu in a super whisper, "The enemy begs for a fight and gets one, the teenager deals a set of physical damage, sheathes his sword, and his eyes grow hollow and lose their sparkle ......"

Fang Zhiran turned around.

Pan Xu: "......"

Gan Wanhe: "......"

[ Su Jia ]: Look away.

[ Su Jia ]: It's so hot, even if you're not delayed by an academic conference, you won't be able to grab it.

[F]:? You're so comforting.

Forget it, Fang Zhiran is fine again.

The powder is the voice, not the person, what's so rare about a district meet and greet.

Even though you guys have the tickets, I have the Winter Teacher's Intercourse.

"Fang Zhiran," Ji Xingchuan was calling him from the other end of the corridor, "come here."

Fang Zhiran: "What for?"

Show some respect to the contestants who won first prize for their papers.

"Come with me to the resource center and pick up a few books." Ji Xingchuan said.

Fang Zhiran shaped soul floated out from Pan Xu and Gan Wanhe's eyes.

"Several books all together." Fang Zhiran spoke weakly, "Are you a little too weak today, Senior Brother?"

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

"Little Snowflakes, keep up." Ji Xingchuan said.

Fang Zhiran returned a bit, "Hey, chirp."

The resource library wasn't that big, it was kind of a small library within the physics faculty, and not many people came in during the week.

"Elder brother, which books do you want, you say the name and I'll find them." Fang Zhiran waltzed in and turned his head to see that his senior brother had locked a door.

What? Close the door and beat the dog?

Tired of standing, Fang Zhiran held up his paper, dragged a chair and sat down, looked up at the round bulb and kind of wanted to let out a wolf howl.

No, it was still angry, and he was losing his ability to maintain the facade of rationality.

He had to get on a thread to talk to Mr. Winter and express his grief.

He turned, about to leave, when a chair creaked behind him.

Ji Xingchuan dragged a chair and sat down across from him.

"Aren't we going to the meet?" His senior said, "See you."

Fang Zhiran: "????"

Fang Zhiran turns around, "How do you know ......"

[Sitting back.]

He was fixed in place, just eyeballing the person across from him with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his senior brother seemed to have switched his temperament a bit in that moment.

The lazy tones he was usually used to hearing suddenly changed to a cold voice he was familiar with.

Fang Zhiran : "......?"

The paper in his hand snapped to the floor.

[What sound do you like?

[Point it out.]

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Fang Zhiran: "!"

Fang Zhiran : "??"