Chapter 33: 33 Bedtime calls

"My house is sitting ......" Ji Xingchuan froze, "Never mind, when are you free? I'll drive you there directly."

"Want to have a second meeting?" Fang Zhiran gets excited, "There's a shoot this weekend, Comic-Con next week, and then I'm free."

"Okay, I'll call you then." Ji Xingchuan said.

"Ahhhhhhh." Fang Zhiran covered his face and started screaming, "My little Snowflakes are melting."

The door was pushed open again, Pan Xu stood shakily in the doorway.

"Elder brother, where do you buy the tools you mentioned?" Fang Zhiran pushed up his glasses.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

You're switching between these two faces pretty smoothly.

Pan Xu stumbled into the office, stumbled into three chairs, and fell asleep.

"Write not ...... out." Pan Xu talks in his sleep.

"Is the third year of graduate school hard?" Fang Zhiran asked.

The next second, Jiang Feng, a second-year student, drifted in, put together two chairs, felt that it was not enough, looked around, took away the chair at Pan Xu's feet, put together a crib, and fell asleep.

"Waiting for me ...... to be so late." Jiang Feng talking in his sleep, "Everyday ...... midnight more."

"Is the second year of graduate school exhausting?" Fang Zhiran asked.

Fang Zhiran, a graduate student: "I don't want to grow up."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

"Ahhhhhhhh I'm so sleepy, is there still a nap spot?" Chu Xi, a second-year student, gently pushes open the door.

"No more." Fang Zhiran said, "Sister Chu, do you want to buy a seat for tomorrow, I can do it for you for only three lollipops."

Chu Xi: "......"

Ji Xingchuan, feeling a bit embarrassed, raised his hand and hammered his senior brother on the head.

"What?" Fang Zhiran asked, "Are you my traveling companion?"

"Then line one up for me tomorrow." Chu Xi yawns and walks away, "I'm going back to the dorm to sleep."

Group chat [逢考必郭] (27)

[ Pan Xu ]: I had a good nap, who smoked my third chair?

[ Jiang Feng ]: I don't know.

[F]: (*^▽^*)

[Jiang Feng]: [Transfer $1 to F]

[F]: ok

[F]:I don't know. Bunny would rather die than submit.jpg

[ Pan Xu ]: @ Jiang Feng, duel.

*

Fang Zhiran borrowed the desk for a nap and went to the lab to help out a bit more, watching the sun sink all the way to the west outside the window.

It's time to get off work.

Fang Zhiran looked around for a while, but Mr. Winter had no intention of leaving.

He made five public revolutions with his winter teacher as the center of the circle.

Ji Xingchuan, who was staring at the value of the instrument, suddenly felt that someone was staring at him.

"Ran, what's wrong?" He asked.

"Would you like some water?" Fang Zhiran asked, "You haven't had water in two hours."

Ji Xingchuan : "Good ......"

"Are you in the dormitory at night?" Fang Zhiran asked, "I wanted to give you the little gift I prepared for the meet and greet."

"I won't be back in the dorm until about eleven." Ji Xingchuan said, "I'll get it myself?"

"Then you are really the first in the circle to go up to a fan's house to get a gift." Fang Zhiran said.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

He couldn't free his hands at the moment, or he'd want to spin the progress bar like a gold band and hit someone twice more.

"Then you'll send it to my dormitory?" Ji Xingchuan suggested, "There's a spare key to my dorm in the office drawer."

"Okay, Ji Xingchuan." Fang Zhiran said loudly.

Fang Zhiran hummed his way through the corridors and back to Guo Men's office.

Not only did he find Mr. Winter's spare key in the drawer, but he also found his two winter teacher pieces.

Fang Zhiran made his way downstairs, passing the school's delivery station, to borrow a cart.

In the courier station, two couriers are chatting.

"Last time I got a delivery, it was only a block away and I delivered it on my bike, hahaha for nothing." Courier One said.

"What do you call this?" Courier number two said, "Real life, last time I was here, someone paid for it and delivered it themselves hahahahaha, dudes just have less to do."

Fang Zhiran : "Hahahahahahaha."

Fang Zhiran: "?"

My Lin Qin Gold Label Vocal Group, is it a winter package delivery?

"Something wrong, handsome?" The courier asked.

"I'd like to borrow a cart." Fang Zhiran said, "Load some goods."

"No problem." The courier guided him to the edge of the station, "Pick a favorite."

Courier: "Recommend this one, this trolley is borrowing well today."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

He picked out one close by that suited his eyes and hauled it back to the dorm.

Well, it's time to get a whole lot of gifts for the winter teachers.

*

Ji Xingchuan stayed in the lab until ten-thirty and finished staring at the experiment.

He took off his lab coat and gloves, got his cell phone from his locker, and started back.

Just then, Yu Jin made a video call.

"My son is so handsome." Yu Jin said, "His clothes are getting better and better lately."

"It used to be fine." Ji Xingchuan said.

Yu Jin : "The skin is getting thicker too."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

"Why are you still on the road at this hour." Yu Jin asked, "The subject group is very busy, so do you want mom to help you put off all your recent part-time jobs?"

"No." Ji Xingchuan said, "I want to make a contribution to the company, Shogun Media can't do it without me."

Yu Jin: "?" Are your motives pure?

While talking, Ji Xingchuan had already walked down to the doctor's dormitory, and when he entered the elevator, the video signal was cut off for a while.

The elevator stopped, the signal was restored, and Yu Jin's voice came back, "You live alone, make sure you keep your room neat and tidy, and don't make it look like a dog kennel."

Ji Xingchuan: "Okay."

"Don't you take my words for granted." Yu Jin said.

"I don't have one." Ji Xingchuan said, "Well, then you spot-check it, I was just about to open the door."

He tuned the video feed to be transmitted by his phone's rear camera, "It's not like you don't know me ......"

Ji Xingchuan pushed open the door.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

Ji Xingchuan covered the camera.

"My God, the dog house." Yu Jin panicked, "Ji Xingchuan, I don't have your ......"

Before Yu Jin could finish speaking, Ji Xingchuan cut off the call, successfully preserving the mother-son relationship.

On the table in the dormitory were three baskets of flowers, on the chairs were two piles of quicksilver mahjong, on the bed lay seven bears side by side, and on the floor were tall stacks of paper with boxes of his usual lozenges and packets of snacks hanging from the shelves.

On top of that, there was a big bag leaning against the door.

Ji Xingchuan took off the note that was pasted on the back of the door.

[Hello dear winter teacher. Gifts are important.]

[A small token of appreciation, all as a congratulatory gift for receiving you back to the court.]

[You picked out the flower basket yourself, I made the quicksand mahjong by appointment, and Bear copied it because he saw another fan buying it.]

[The paper is my handwritten letters, a dozen pounds of them, so if there is any diary mixed in between, please ignore it.]

[The fact that you eat the snacks and don't die afterward shows that I'm not a fake fan.]

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

What, you're going to take my life to verify your powdered book, right?

The post-it says pretty much everything.

Wait, what's in that big bag on the floor?

*

In the boys' dormitory, Fang Zhiran sits on a cart and lets He Xuyang push him around.

"Five trips." He Xuyang said, "Be conscious, it's my turn next."

Fang Zhiran couldn't get enough: "Okay."

It's really fun, and with the rich imagination of a dead nerd, that's a big mecha he's riding in.

"Is it my illusion?" He Xuyang said, "Why do I feel that the space on your side is much bigger all of a sudden?"

"It's not an illusion." Fang Zhiran said, "I bought some stuff earlier and gave it all away today."

Fang Zhiran : "Broke off and threw something away by the way."

For example, a couple of little skirts that were uncomfortable to wear after they were bought with average texture, garter socks that were hooked by the cos props, a couple of fake cos hairs that wouldn't go down well, broken cos props, and a neckpiece collar that was a bit of a sticking point.

There was also a textbook written by Old Money that was a little too basic for him, and he was going to put it in the used book recycling bin next to the garbage spot for students who needed it to pick it up.

But how strange, why didn't he have the memory of throwing things anymore?

Fang Zhiran think ah think, absent-mindedly, feet a trip, hands a loose, cart ride He Xuyang.

He Xuyang: "......"

The cell phone was ringing at that moment.

"It's just a fatal wound, I don't care." He Xuyang said, "You go pick up the phone."

Fang Zhiran went.

Caller's note: "Alert, alert, danger approaching.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Oh, Ji Xingchuan.

I made a note when we first met and turned around and changed it.

He picked up the phone, "Yes?"

Tell me what it is and I'll decide what to call you.

The words on the other side seemed to be spoken in his native voice, but unlike usual, they seemed to carry an element of finesse, and he couldn't help but lean closer to the earpiece to hear more.

"Little Snowflakes, did you throw the trash out of my dorm?" Ji Xingchuan asked.

Fang Zhiran froze, "Huh? Where are you?"

That's probably too much stuff that went down with it when it was unloaded.

The opposite party laughed softly.

"Serves you right." Ji Xingchuan said, "Good thing I'm used to it."

That's a really sugary laugh, I'd love to hear Mr. Winter laugh more!

"That's a pretty dress." His winter teacher said, "Not wearing it?"

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"The color seems to suit you." Winter teacher said.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

You're good at that, aren't you? Why don't we get a better one next time?

"I have better looking ones." Fang Zhiran says, "I won't go back to get them, so why don't you go downstairs and help me take these to the garbage station and throw them away, just the dresses, and the book."

"Aren't there trash cans on every floor?" Mrs. Winter asked, "No need to make a special trip to the dumpster."

"We're in the boys' dormitory." Fang Zhiran took the phone and went to the balcony, "Of course now you kind of threw it, I don't mind."

Winter Teacher: "......"

"Little Snowflakes, you sent a hot potato along with your gift didn't you?" Winter Teacher asked.

Well, it's gone back to being a tactless honky tonk, Fang Zhiran thought.

"Never mind, I'll throw it for you." Winter's teacher said.

The phone didn't hang up and they both kept talking.

Fang Zhiran Feeling uplifted by the evening breeze and listening to the winter teachers.

"That handwritten letter of yours, why are there so many of them?" Mrs. Winter asked.

"It's okay, it's good to read." Fang Zhiran says, "It's basically 'ah' and 'wow' and 'love you'."

Fang Zhiran : "If you don't want to read it, I can howl you an audible letter when my roommate falls asleep."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

"Thank you for the gift."

Ji Xingchuan had already arrived downstairs, and he had turned his voice to the usual radio station soundtrack.

Outside in the open, the voice came through the earpiece, and Fang Zhiran's ears went numb.

Thanks to Mr. Winter for the meal.

"The quicksand mahjong is quite beautifully done, and you even made a special appointment for me." Ji Xingchuan said.

"I was going to meet and give it to you." Fang Zhiran said, "Now it's just for you on demand."

"The Muppet Bears are pretty too, and the flowers I unwrapped and put in a vase." He just talked without skipping a beat, like he was in the middle of a one-on-one audiobook radio session.

"Ah, I see you, I'll give you a wave." Fang Zhiran, lying on the balcony, says, "The trash spot is behind the master's dormitory building, near the faculty housing."

"Saw you, I know." The voice on the receiver said, "I've been at this school longer than you."

"It's just throwing out a piece of trash, it's no trouble." The gentle voice that belonged uniquely to winter came.

Fang Zhiran hangs out on the balcony and feels like he's nibbled his way into a feast of sound.

Would love to talk to Mrs. Winter on the phone every day.

He tried to clip the sound again, but it seemed too late.

Tender little Snowflakes, that's a bubble.

Downstairs, Ji Xingchuan spoke with a smile on his lips.

"Here it is." He cut back to his native voice, "I'll throw it."

It was close to 12 o'clock and there wasn't much around the recycling station, except for one figure panting and pushing a cart.

Qian Nanzheng removes the old TV from the cart, finds the right category and puts it next to the recycling bin.

He turned his head once.

"Hey? Ji." Mr. Qian raised his eyebrows and smiled.

For one thing, Ji Xingchuan is a good student, and teachers like good students, and for another, Guo Men really seem to be the only sane person in Ji Xingchuan.

"Good evening, Mr. Qian." Ji Xingchuan greeted politely, "It's late, are you still not sleeping?"

"I came to throw in a TV." Mr. Money gasped, "Just got a new big color TV."

"Congratulations." Ji Xingchuan said faintly.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, that fund project of your group, how is it progressing lately?" Mr. Qian inquired.

"It's in progress according to the process of the project proposal." Ji Xingchuan said, dripping with water.

"Hey, what did you come to throw?" Mr. Money wondered down.

Ji Xingchuan : "I'll throw ......"

Ji Xingchuan : "Throw ......"

Fang Zhiran on the mic: "......"

"I ...... will throw it later." Ji Xingchuan said, "Isn't Mr. Qian going back?"

This bag of skirts is weirdly embarrassing.

"Jab."

Ji Xingchuan: "?"

What's that sound? What's broken?

"Ohhh." Mr. Qian continued the topic from earlier, "I wish I had a student like you, it's so worry-free, and the grades are so good, I can wake up smiling even in my dreams."

"Don't dare." Ji Xingchuan Seeing people speak human words, "Teacher Qian is also very powerful, a while ago you published a new book, our division has all bought it to learn from it."

Mr. Qian was beaming with joy, "Hahaha don't dare."

"Sting."

Fang Zhiran broke the short sword of the prop across the large plastic bag and made a hole in the bag.

The weights placed at the bottom hit the ground first.

"Ouch, throw it away, it's all falling off." Mr. Qian's eyes moved over, "Yo, it's still a book."

○ By Qian Nanzheng

Mr. Money: "......"

Ji Xingchuan : "......"