Chapter 32: 32 Found, comfort zone!

[Joker]: Mr. Xing Chuan, now I understand why you called me by my circle name in the third dimension.

[Joker]: Turns out you don't mean to get it really wrong oops.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]:I ......

[Joker]: I forgive Ji Xingchuan.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: I didn't mean it.

[Joker]: In a sea of people, the probability that two secondary bigots can appear in the same division is lower than the probability of Ji Xingchuan wrestling on a flat surface.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: You really forgive?

[Joker]: Uh-huh! Mr. Winter, the secondary world is a big, warm family. Let's get along like family.

[Joker]: Little Snowflakes will protect your voice. (*^▽^*)

Fang Zhiran has flared up again.

"You two, why do you keep your heads down." To the side, Gan Wanhe's voice rang out, "Is the cell phone that much fun?"

"Can a cell phone not be fun?" Fang Zhiran said.

Gan Wanhe: "......"

Can't argue with that.

"Eat something." Gan Wanhe urges, "Pan Xu is almost done with the whole plate."

Pan Xu put back the plate in his hand.

"Senior." Pan Xu stood up enthusiastically, "Fresh fish, have some?"

Pan Xu took a new bowl, caught a piece of fish with the official chopsticks, and handed it to Ji Xingchuan.

"Slow." Fang Zhiran raised his hand, robbing the bowl.

He held the small bowl and summoned up the scientific spirit of experimentation to scrutinize it.

"There's chili, it's not good." He turned to Ji Xingchuan and said, "I'll eat it for you."

Pan Xu continued his efforts to please Ji Xingchuan, who was paying the bill today, "Brother, this fried lotus root is good, I'll give you some."

"Slow." Fang Zhiran again hijacked the small bowl and scrutinized it.

"Dr. Fang." Pan Xu says, "Do you want me to give you a silver needle, how hard it is to see with your eyes."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"Fang Zhiran, I haven't eaten anything." Ji Xingchuan lowered his voice to a whisper, "I'm starving, my vocal cords are gone."

Imperial Doctor Fang felt justified as he backed away, but still stared.

Well, the winter teacher won't drink any ice water, but seems to eat a little bit of spicy food.

"Is spicy good?" He asked.

"Spicy don't know." Ji Xingchuan says, "But you're staring so closely, it's like I'm chewing wax."

Fang Zhiran: "..."

Well, well, well.

"After dinner, do you want to go out and have some fun?" Jiang Feng asked, "Usually everyone is bored at school."

"You guys go." Pan Xu said, "I can't finish writing."

"Haven't you finished your little paper yet?" Gan Wanhe was stunned, "Then let's go play."

"I'm not going either." Fang Zhiran said, "I want to go back to study."

Learn about Lin Qin's latest practices.

"Ah, is Senior Brother Ji going? I don't think you're going." Gan Wanhe asked, "Then I'll count the number of people we go to the ktv."

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Ktv ah.

"Ten in total." Gan Wanhe finished counting, "So ......"

"You counted wrong." Fang Zhiran said, "Twelve!"

Ji Xingchuan: "?"

"It's a good way to take the edge off after a meal." Fang Zhiran whispers, "Good for your voice."

"I'm not much of a singer." Ji Xingchuan said.

Fang Zhiran: "No, you will."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

The meal ended with Pan Xu waving a tearful goodbye to the group, and the rest of the group continued on to the second half of the night, led by Gan Wanhe, into a ktv near the school.

Fang Zhiran had just entered the ktv when a message from his roommate arrived.

[He Xuyang]: What time do you get back?

[Clown]: I don't know, I've been out singing with my brothers and sisters.

[ He Xuyang ]: Huh, I remember you never liked going to ktv, you said last time that you hardly had any favorite songs.

[Joker]: But now there are favorite singers.

[ He Xuyang ]: ?

Fang Zhiran does not like to come to the ktv, because he can only sing some anime ops and eds, plus a few ancient styles, and often sing the lively box to the cold.

However, he would like to hear Mr. Winter sing a few lines.

"Would you like a drink?" The waiter from the ktv came.

"We want juice." Gan Wanhe says, "Fang Zhiran, what about you and Master Ji?"

"Warm water." Fang Zhiran pushes open the drink list.

"Where are the snacks?" The waiter said, "Anything you need?"

Gan Wanhe asks Ji Xingchuan as usual: "Chips, Chicken Fillets, French Fries ......"

"Give him a handful of lozenges." Fang Zhiran said.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

"I'll order you an iced pear." Gan Wanhe said.

Gan Wanhe puts his bag on the couch and turns to greet the group by ordering a song.

"What's Fang Zhiran going to do?" Gan Wanhe asked, "A high-flying hot song, the kind that turns the house upside down?"

"OK." Fang Zhiran said.

Fang Zhiran : "Give me a Counting Ducks."

Gan Wanhe: "......"

There was a sudden, very soft laugh in his ear, and Fang Zhiran lifted his hand, rubbed his ear, and looked sideways at Mr. Winter.

The honky tonk sounds great too.

Fang Zhiran's face just burst into a mesmerizing smile.

"Brother Ji, I randomly ordered for you." Gan Wanhe poked and prodded at the song ordering screen, "You should know some of the classics."

Songs floated through the ktv for the next while.

Fang Zhiran finished his song and poked Mr. Winter with his elbow.

"A couple sentences?" He asked.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

Just finished counting the ducks and you're starting to herd them, aren't you.

The advantage of breaking the dimension wall is that Fang Zhiran is less filial to Ji Xingchuan and less cautious about Winter Teacher.

The bad thing is, the bad thing is that his head might have to hurt a lot.

Ji Xingchuan scanned the title of the song on the screen, the ending song of a certain popular drama, he had heard Yu Jin sing it a few times, so he could only say that it was not unfamiliar.

"Teacher, be confident." Fang Zhiran said.

"Because of my voice?" Ji Xingchuan asked.

"No." Fang Zhiran said, "It's a song I haven't heard before, and you have a lot of room to play."

Ji Xingchuan picked up the microphone and started writing a song.

Jiang Feng was holding a cup of plum sparkling water and was about to pour it into his mouth when he suddenly froze.

Gan Wanhe was chewing chips and froze.

"Nice, heavenly voice." Fang Zhiran applauds, "Good voice for the physics school."

Gan Wanhe: "......"

Ji Xingchuan slowly lowered the microphone.

The young master stared at him with a beauty filter in his left eye and a highlight filter in his right, and in the reflection of those eyes, Ji Xingchuan saw that he had stepped up to the podium of the singing world.

Ji Xingchuan quietly moved his finger to push the progress bar into his comfort zone.

"It's so good." Fang Zhiran nodded repeatedly.

Gan Wanhe: "?"

These academics have been locked up for a long time on weekdays, and when they come out, they can spread their joy, and it's nearing one o'clock when the last song is played in the box.

"It's time to go back." Ji Xingchuan said, "Get an early night and get into the lab at 2pm tomorrow."

Fang Zhiran: "Okay."

Group chat [逢考必郭] (27)

[ Lao Guo ]: [Photo], nice sunshine.

[Clown]: Teacher, we're in the middle of the night here.

[ Lao Guo ]: I saw Gan Wanhe's circle of friends, did the clown have fun today?

[ Lao Guo ] withdrew a message.

[Lao Guo]: Fang Zhiran, did you have a good time today?

[Joker]:(*^▽^*) So happy.

[Clown]: Off to bed. Good night, Mr. Kuo.

[ Jiang Feng ]: 0.0

[Clown]: Is Brother Feng still up?

[ Jiang Feng ]: Calling Brother Jiang.

[ Jiang Feng ]: I read a novel recently, and I'll wait for an update before I go to sleep.

[Joker]: Good night, Mr. Kang.

*

The voice of a winter teacher is a hypnotic electronic herbal remedy.

Fang Zhiran was given too much Chinese medicine during the day, and at 2:00 a.m., just after arriving at the dormitory, he turned on the one-click sleep mode.

In the morning, he woke up with a row of messages on his cell phone screen.

[Ji Xingchuan]: [a voice]

[Ji Xingchuan]: [another voice]

Fang Zhiran instantly sobered up, sat up from his bed and put on his headphones.

What kind of morning greeting is this?

"We have a grant project in our group that we need to catch up on, so come over and help out at 2:00 p.m."

"Search the available literature for the keywords I sent."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Fang Zhiran took off his headphones and threw his cell phone on the bed, letting Ji Xingchuan take his time.

"Ji Xingchuan is a real terror." He Xuyang lamented, "Sending a voice early in the morning to set up so many tasks."

He Xuyang: "You're going to die of exhaustion, aren't you?"

Fang Zhiran is responding to a message--

[Mei]: (*^▽^*) I'll be right there.

He climbed to his feet and leapt in the direction of the college building, rushing all the way up the stairs and crashing through the office door.

"Morning." He said, "Am I the only one here?"

"...... There's another one behind the door." Ji Xingchuan said.

Flat Jiang Feng floats down to the ground.

"Fang Zhiran, open the door more gently next time." Ji Xingchuan gives advice.

Fang Zhiran exited the office, stroked the doorknob, and gently pushed the door open.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

"The yogurt and cake on the table are for you." Ji Xingchuan turned to put on his lab coat, "Come find me in the lab when you're done eating."

Fang Zhiran nodded.

Mr. Winter, you know he didn't have breakfast.

He spent the morning in the lab, helping Ji Xingchuan and tinkering with his own experiments.

Just after mid-afternoon, he came back from the cafeteria and approached Ji Xingchuan with the organized literature.

"Season, this experimental procedure didn't look very good." He said.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

How clever.

In just one day, he found common ground between "Winter" and "Ji Xingchuan" and started to use it officially.

"Give it to me." Ji Xingchuan took the manuscript, "I'll read it."

Fang Zhiran moved a chair next to the table and watched as Ji Xingchuan drew a schematic on a piece of paper and explained the experiment to him.

"I don't blame you for not understanding, the steps of the experiment he put in aren't considered complete, you see, this place, we have to ......" Ji Xingchuan's voice stopped.

Fang Zhiran's eyes were half closed, his head gradually sinking.

[We had to conduct several experiments to arrive at the results.]

Fang Zhiran's eyes snapped open.

Who? Noro's voice?

The corners of Ji Xingchuan's mouth lifted slightly.

[There's a book devoted to this line of thought, I'll bring it to you later.]

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"Not sleepy?" Ji Xingchuan cut back to the present tone.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

I was a little sleepy, but now sleep is gone.

Mr. Winter, what are you doing with your vocal cords?

There's a difference between listening through headphones and a real person live, not to mention the fact that it's a real person still right in his ear.

Ji Xingchuan finished scaring people, and when he looked over again, the Zzzz in Little Master's eyes had turned into QvQ.

"Awesome." Fang Zhiran clenches his fist, "Woo......"

"Huh? That's considered awesome?" Ji Xingchuan asked, "It's just very basic."

"The basic ones are already cool!" Fang Zhiran rubbed his ears.

Getting a little bit of that against your face can really go to your ears.

Ji Xingchuan : "This place is too simple, next time you can go to my house ......"

The door to the office was gently pushed open and Gan Wanhe, clad in white coveralls, entered, dashingly removing his gloves and flashing a bit of a smile in both their directions.

After a faint "hey", Gan Wanhe leaves the office with his feet up.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

Fang Zhiran: "?"

"If you want to listen to it, you can go to my house next time." Ji Xingchuan continued what he hadn't finished, "Or come with me to the studio, the sound will be much better."

Fang Zhiran: "That's not good."

"As a fan, how can I disturb Mr. Winter." Fang Zhiran opened the map on his cell phone, "Ji Xingchuan, how many lines can your house take to get there?"