Chapter 35: 35 Look at the tail

"You know this!" Fang Zhiran was shocked.

In all his time listening to winter radio, he'd never heard anything like it.

OMG, squat to the novelty.

"I've learned a little bit before." Ji Xingchuan said, "but ...... never used it."

Yu Jin can teach a little bit of everything.

Fang Zhiran raised his hand and banged it on the desk, "Ji Xingchuan, very good."

Desk (90% new): ?

Fang Zhiran was dumbfounded, "Can I do the same?"

"Yes." Ji Xingchuan asked, "Do you want to try?"

Fang Zhiran jumps in, "I'd like one of those, lolita."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

At the beginning of the winter class, Fang Zhiran waited for the teaching.

He didn't wait for Ji Xingchuan's voice, but for a cool finger, lightly touching the knot of his throat.

"Here." Ji Xingchuan said, "Lift up a little."

Fang Zhiran looks up at the sky and tries to vocalize, "Gah gah gah, it's still the Snowflakes sound."

"Not the head!" Ji Xingchuan says, "What about the detail to the throat? Lift it, and raise your pitch."

A point at the nape of his neck was pressed gently by a finger, and Fang Zhiran blinked and stretched his neck, "Gah gah gah."

"Not the neck!" Ji Xingchuan raised his hand and banged it on the desk.

Table (80% new): ?

"Mr. Winter, I can't seem to find my vocal cords." Fang Zhiran choked and started coughing hard.

"Forget it." Ji Xingchuan poured him a glass of water, "It's still the same thing, there are specialties, don't mess around with yourself."

"Okay." Fang Zhiran opened his mouth and poured himself a glass of water.

Seeing the lost look on the boy's face, Ji Xingchuan thought for a moment and said, "My friend seems to be able to do pseudo loli sounds, so I'll let him play with you next time."

"Yes." Fang Zhiran said, "This skill is strong, why don't you show it off before?"

Ji Xingchuan looked at him without moving.

"Use it less." Ji Xingchuan said, "Talking like that all the time is not good for your voice."

Snapping, Fang Zhiran covered his mouth, "Skills pressed back into the bottom of the box, no showing off."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

The cuffs of the boys smelled fresh and nice with a light scent of soap.

Fang Zhiran's cell phone screen lit up again.

[ Zhou Yuan ]: Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't look for you again.

[Zhou Yuan]: (in addition to group work)

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"Pretty good." He said, "Thanks to Mr. Winter for flying me a peach."

He found a shelf to put his book bag on, pulled on his lab coat, and stormed out the door, "Off to work."

In the office, Ji Xingchuan was the only one left.

He slowly raised his hand and touched his lips, the tip of his nose still seeming to pick up the clean scent of the boy's body.

Two of the peach blossoms have been knocked away, so can you give some ground to plant the remaining one?

He packed up the books on his desk, put on his lab coat, and planned to go to the lab as well. Before leaving, Ji Xingchuan looked around.

Well, when Lao Guo gets back, this office might be due for a renovation.

*

Afternoon, lab entrance.

Qin Fan is talking to fellow disciple Huang.

Brother Huang: "It's okay, if you fail you can come back again, who's experiments aren't tens or hundreds of times to get the result."

Qin Fan has been encouraged.

The next moment, the door to the lab was pushed open, and Pan Xu and Fang Zhiran walked out, shoulder to shoulder.

"Senior Pan." Fang Zhiran said, "That experiment I did this afternoon only worked once."

"Our Fang Zhiran is really something." Pan Xu tsked.

Lab door, Mr. Wong: "Hey, Qin Fan, what's wrong with you?"

Fang Zhiran opens his locker and retrieves his cell phone, several messages from mcn on the screen.

[mcnclearlightculture- Li Li]: Snowflakes, remember to come to the company tonight. The cosplay for the novel promotion cooperation is ready, let's come to the company to try the makeup? Prepare for this weekend's shooting.

[ Snowflakes ]: 111

[ Snowflakes ]: It's about 19:00.

Ji Xingchuan seems to be busy and not in his office. He finishes changing into his lab coat and heads out of his office, passing by Qian Men's door and seeing another prohibited sign on the door.

Ban ...... Fang Zhiran?

"It's so troublesome to prohibit this and that." Fang Zhiran said, "If you don't find a box and put yourself in it, you'll be absolutely safe in the future."

Qian Men: "......"

He flung his book bag over his shoulder, took the elevator downstairs, stopped a cab in front of the school, and headed in the direction of the mcn agency.

*

The collaborative novel is the recent infinite horror-themed bestseller The End of Time, and Fang Zhiran is going to play the role of the boss of the fourteenth copy of the novel.

Novel fire for a while, a variety of homoerotic drawings flying all over the sky, for the "fourteen" image has a variety of interpretations, each person has a different interpretation of the heart.

Fang Zhiran took a break from experimenting, chewed through the original book, and collected all the homoerotic drawings with more than 100 likes on the whole Internet, and probably found the common ground in the netizens' understanding of the character.

Phantom's naïve appearance, versus his cruel behavior towards the player, is what readers agree on about the character.

He summarized the elements of "devil wings", "love tail" and "purple hair and red pupils", drew a rather scribbled drawing, and gave it to the company's design teacher, and finally finished the costume production before the shooting day. I finally finished the costume production before the shooting day.

The work was also a multi-party collaboration, with the shoot set in the studio of Harimitsu Culture.

When Fang Zhiran arrived at the company, he met his old friend Xiao Lin.

Xiao Lin, freshly dressed in his cosplay, in heavy gauntlets and with a huge helmet on his head covering his eyes, immediately grabbed his arm in a friendly greeting as soon as he heard his voice.

"Hey, little Snowflakes," Xiao Lin said.

"I'm your boss." The man in front of Xiao Lin said.

20 meters away from little Snowflakes: "?"

"I'm going to change." Fang Zhiran greeted his assistant.

It's quite a complicated dress, so I guess I'll have to wear it for a while.

He went into the locker room, put his cell phone on the locker, and lifted his hands to unbutton his trench coat.

The cell phone screen lit up and started receiving messages.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: In school?

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: soybean question mark.jpg

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Going to the cafeteria tonight? There's a new window open, selling banana pancakes.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: And voice chat?

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Where are the people?

Fang Zhiran kicked off his shoes.

[Ji Xingchuan]: [Voice]

[Ji Xingchuan]: [Initiate voice call]

[Voice call not answered.]

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: soybean question mark.jpg

Fang Zhiran ripped off his pants.

Most cosuits are the same, made to just look good and restored, and worn with more effort than one.

He slipped on his top in the mirror before wrapping small accessories around his belt, and in the mirror, the screen of his cell phone lit up again.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

What's this? It's blinking. It's a light for Mr. Snowflakes.

He turned to his cell phone just as a video alert popped up on the screen, and his fingertips accidentally touched it just in time to press answer.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Ji Xingchuan?

Holy shit, a video.

In the picture, the boys are wringing dazed expressions out of their clean-cut features.

Ji Xingchuan breathed a sigh of relief, "Not at school?"

Next: "What's that you're wearing?"

Fang Zhiran said to himself, "Not only am I dressed magically, I'm not wearing any pants at this point.

I don't think this cell phone lens can take this much light, can it?

On the screen, Ji Xingchuan squinted his eyes, as if remembering something.

"The End of Time? Fourteen?" Ji Xingchuan said in the middle of the day.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

"You know all this? You're diving pretty deep into this secondary water." He said.

This novel is still serialized.

"Because there's a collaboration for Will Moon." Ji Xingchuan said, "You guys are cos videos, we're dubs, and I took a role."

"Mine?" Fang Zhiran was full of anticipation.

"I can't handle yours." Ji Xingchuan tried to say Fourteen's lines, then said, "No, with my voice condition, I'm not quite able to squeeze out that little teenage voice, the one you're working with is Lu Zhu from Will Moon Media."

Ah, Lu Zhu, Fang Zhiran rings a bell, this is the same company as Ji Xingchuan.

Other than that sickly petite character, he really hadn't heard Ji Xingchuan do that kind of teenage voice.

He quickly pulled on his character's shorts and stood barefoot on a pile of fabric, hanging the winter teacher next to the mirror first.

"Just in time, I was worried about finding someone." He said, "If you've read the novel, you should be able to help me see that I'm not wearing this dress again, right?"

"OK." Ji Xingchuan said, "I'll give you a reference."

"Ah, the leg loops are fastened backwards." He kicked the fabric away from his feet and leaned over to remove the leg loops.

He had buckled it quite tightly to prevent it from falling off, and it had left a blush between his legs.

"This silver button should be facing forward, ah, it's one thing to look at the design and another to actually wear it." Fang Zhiran said, "Mr. Winter, are you listening?"

"In in in."

Fang Zhiran: "?"

"Took you long enough." He snapped the leg loops back into place and turned around, a black heart falling from the tip of his demon tail, "Would you look at this tail of mine, right in the center?"

Fang Zhiran: "Winter teacher? Ji Xingchuan?"

"A little to the right." Ji Xingchuan said, "Crooked."

"Crooked?" Fang Zhiran bowed his head and put his hands behind his back, and as he did so, his short black top, which was already short, was pulled up, revealing a section of his pale backside, "And now? Why do I feel it's still crooked."

He turned his head to look at the glasses, no, they were still crooked.

The designer had chosen a pliable material, and the tip of the tail had just been folded under him, and he reached back several times, folding it with difficulty.

"Ah ...... if only you were next to me and could help me with it." He continued to adjust in the mirror, "Seems about right? I'll check with the assistant later."

"Uh-huh." Ji Xingchuan said.

"Next is this waist chain." Fang Zhiran picked up a bunch of things from the accessory bag, "Look at the persona picture that the collaborators sent to Shogun, is this star on the left or the right?"

The author of this novel wrote the left side and the right side at the same time. When we were working on the design, Fang Zhiran told the designer that we had to finalize the design with the author.

"Right." Ji Xingchuan said.

"Okay." Fang Zhiran unfolded the waist chain, wrapped it around the side of his waist, and fastened it a little.

He seemed to have lost some weight lately, and there was some difference from when he was measured; the waist chain didn't fit perfectly, and hung down, making his narrow waist look even thinner.

"Trouble." Fang Zhiran began rummaging through a box of scissors, the black heart at the tip of his tail wobbling, "I'll have to knife off a section to restore the character."

"Knife." Ji Xingchuan said.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

"Winter teacher?" He asked.

"Speak." Ji Xingchuan said.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

What's wrong with this, wasn't it a one man one program last night that gave him a one on one radio broadcast, why are you suddenly not good with words at this moment?