Chapter 36: 36 Very fragrant

In the dormitory, Ji Xingchuan is sitting in front of his desk, on the tablet computer, the tip of the tail behind the boy is swaying, because of the movement of bending down, under the fringe of the edge of the black shorts, covering a section of white legs.

Like the book "Fourteen", she will use her sweet appearance to blend in with the players and take pleasure in the players' demise.

The characters in the book came to life immediately.

The next second--

"Why such a mess, broken company, too poor to afford cleaning." A cursing voice came from the screen, "Sooner or later, I'll beat you all up."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

It's the same character. Jokes in one sentence, a stick in the next.

"Big Scissors, you're the one." Fang Zhiran fished out the scissors from the depths of the drawer, compared the distance, and knifed off a section of the waist chain with precision, "Mr. Winter, now what?"

Fang Zhiran: "?"

What about people? Where's the showmanship again?

And a pseudo-sixth child?

"Snowflakes!" was Xiao Lin's loud voice from outside the locker room, "Little Phantom, where is everybody!"

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Fang Zhiran: "Coming."

He exits the video, pushes the door open, and walks out barefoot, shivering as soon as he steps onto the cold marble floor.

Ah, I'd like to drag the author of this novel out for a chat, why don't you write a pair of shoes for the characters.

"Quickly, quickly, quickly, first give a slipper." Fang Zhiran called his assistant, "The ground is cold."

"You're a real charm." Xiao Lin looked up and down, "No wonder the publicity side has decided on you, I'm still the company that submitted my resume, and without you, Clear Light Culture will close down sooner or later."

Xiao Lin's boss rushed up, gave him a kick, and hammered the logo of Harimitsu Culture on the wall with his fist in his hand.

The logo wobbled and skewed to one side.

"I'm not a chimera, I'm a boss," Fang Zhiran said, "And you've been killed and I'm still toying with the player."

Xiao Lin: "......"

You kid, you've tied it up, haven't you.

"Bosses are meant to be knocked out." Xiao Lin said slyly.

"That's hard to say, this author updates erratically and doesn't have a finished text." Fang Zhiran said, "In case of a break in updates, I'm the undead boss."

Fang Zhiran : "No offense to the author."

Fang Zhiran turned around, "Where are my slippers? If not, someone can take off their shoes and give them to me."

Broken mcn, so inefficient to do something.

Xiao Lin kicked his sneakers to him, and Fang Zhiran stared at them for a few seconds, then looked at Xiao Lin again and shook his head in disgust.

Today is a studio shoot, the temporary studio has been set up, Fang Zhiran put on the slippers sent by his assistant and went to Xiao Lin's side to take a walk.

Cool, the shed is awesome.

The boss "two" in the book is a butcher, full of armor, carrying a steel sword, can chase players all over the copy of the run.

Snowflakes borrowed the knife and slung it over his shoulder for a tourist photo.

[F]: [photo]

[F]: This knife is so beautifully done.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Beautiful.

[F]: This shed looks good too.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Sheds.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Broken?

He handed the knife back to Xiao Lin and turned to his studio.

He didn't have a knife, but he did have two sheds, a pure white scene with a fairy tale feel pulled together, and a bloody scene full of broken bones.

"I sent you the lines for fourteen." The assistant said, "I went back today to memorize them, and when it's time to shoot the video, the voice actor will lip-sync them."

"OK." Fang Zhiran said.

He took a paintbrush and, looking in the mirror, began tracing the lines on his character's face, from under his eyelids to the ends of his eyes, using bright red strokes to paint the ends of his eyes a little bit at a time.

Then there was the collarbone side and waist, which the designer gave a tattoo patch.

[F]: [Photo], applause for the socialites.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Applause.jpg

[Ji Xingchuan]: [Voice]

Fang Zhiran wears a headset and eats alone.

"'He smiled with his eyes downcast, and when he opened them again, pale red lines like branches of flowers in full bloom spread from below his eyelids, all over his body'." Ms. Winter read the original description of XIV, her voice calm as the story unfolded.

And then--

Winter Teacher: "Do you paint all over?"

Fang Zhiran: "?"

What's the point of getting all dressed up like that if you're just cosplaying?

[F]: Two more on the side of the leg.

[F]: [Photo], isn't that posted a little crooked?

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: (*^▽^*)

Fang Zhiran: "?"

"Snowflakes teacher, get ready to shoot." The photographer was shouting, "Let's shoot this white shed first and add makeup afterward."

"Coming coming." Fang Zhiran put down his cell phone and slipped over.

The static shot was not difficult for him, figuring out the character's demeanor, and he waited for the camera to capture it.

The shutter is pressed, and the person in the photo is no longer related to the clean-cut boy before makeup, but has become a copy boss with a smile and a belly full of bad intentions.

"That's fine, next group." The photographer said.

Fang Zhiran stood up and went back to the mirror, the next step was to change the wound makeup.

This time it was an experiment, he rarely did this kind of role that required the use of plasma, and when he got it, he couldn't touch his cell phone, so he hurriedly looked at his cell phone while the plasma wasn't brought in to reply to messages in bulk.

["555" applies to add you as a friend.]

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Fang Zhiran has been verified.

[555]: [Voice]

What's that?

Fang Zhiran tapped on the voice.

"Sexy lotter, dealing cards online." A cute teenage voice played out of the phone, "Click below to watch the full video!"

Fang Zhiran: "......"

He deleted the person in shock at Xiao Lin's one-sentence stare.

Do web ads come out in audio versions these days?

He had just sent the man away when Ji Xingchuan's message popped up at the top of the screen.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: What's wrong, not funny? Why did you delete my cousin?

Fang Zhiran: "......"

You still have this painted cousin.

["555" applies to add you as a friend.]

[Remarks: Voice actor - Lu Zhu, working with you on the role "XIV"]

The corner of Fang Zhiran's mouth twitched, and he passed the friend verification, making a note of Lu Zhu.

[ Lu Zhu ]: Hello, Snowflakes, I'm the toy sent by Brother.

["Lu Zhu" withdrew a message.]

[ Lu Zhu ]: Hello, Snowflakes, I'm Winter's brother Spring.

Fang Zhiran; "......"

[ Lu Zhu ]: Mr. Snowflakes, let's talk about our understanding of character voices before we shoot.

[F]: Should I ask Mrs. Author? Respect to the author's wife.

[ Lu Zhu ]: Asked.

[F]: How so?

[ Lu Zhu ]: It's more abstract.

Lu Zhu copied and pasted a large paragraph.

[ Lu Zhu ]: Arrogant in its clarity, raspy in its naivety, innocent in its seduction, and cruel in its wantonness.

[F]: ......

It's just a matter of sometimes disrespecting the author's opinion.

[F]: I'll be shooting late today, let's discuss it tomorrow when we have time.

[555]: So hard oh, about what time ah?

[F]: One and a half, I think.

[555]: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I haven't been to the Ching Lantern Culture yet, can you come and locate it for me to visit first?

Fang Zhiran: "?"

What's so great about locating a tour?

Still, he jabbed one past Lu Zhu.

*

In the doctoral dormitory, Ji Xingchuan received a message from his cousin.

[ Lu Zhu ]: Brother Dong, I've gotten you the shooting address without a trace. [ Chatting Screenshot ]

[ Lu Zhu ]: You can rest assured that I'm reliable.

Ji Xingchuan clicked on a screenshot of the chat.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

You call this a clean cut? It's deeper than a weld. Is this thing really reliable?

He pulled open a drawer and carried out his car keys, squeezing out of his currently cramped quarters and heading downstairs.

The second studio shoot took Fang Zhiran quite a while, with plasma smeared on his neck, waist, and legs, and he was holding a prop heart, the corners of his mouth slightly open with traces of blood.

The photo shoot took quite a while, so long that Fang Zhiran felt quite hungry and took a big bite out of the tomato-flavored fake blood dazzle in his hand, it was hard to eat.

His prediction was fine, and by the time the shoot was over, it was past 1:30 pm.

Xiao Lin's team left a long time ago, leaving him, the photographer and his assistant in the company.

"I'm going to take off my makeup." Fang Zhiran yawned, "Li Li you go back."

It's not a very good shirt to take off, but you can't ask a girl to help.

"Okay, then I'll leave first, you can take a taxi yourself later." The assistant and photographer left first.

Playing cos is actually quite tiring, the pupils will be worn for a long time the eyes will be sore, the wig will be pressed on the head, even these clothes on the body, is not lightweight.

With no one in the company, Fang Zhiran laid down on the floor of the studio and posed for a while, which was a bit choking, so he fished out two prop bones from the floor and knocked them around.

People's tendency to be middle-aged can always be seen in their childhood, for example, when he was a child, he was quite fond of picking up a branch and flinging it as a sword, or draping a bedsheet and imagining that he was about to ascend to the throne.

In the dead of night, Fang Zhiran began to substitute for the copy boss.

In the dim light, he lay flat on his back and looked at the bloodstain between his five fingers, "Killed all of you all of you, hahaha."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

What to do? It seems awkward to go over and not go over.

But without interrupting, Fang Zhiran looks like he could go on all night.

He was about to make a sound when Fang Zhiran was hit in the head by the bone in his hand, and the boy let out a cry of anguish as he sat up from the floor.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Mom, yeah.

Half-heartedly, he said, "Sit."

Hey, it didn't matter, he had no clothes in the eyes of the winter teachers long ago.

No, wait.

"What brings you over?" He asked.

"The address of Clear Light Culture is quite remote, and it's not good to take a taxi too late." Ji Xingchuan said, "I sent you a message and you didn't reply, so I came over to look for you."

"Ah ......" Fang Zhiran stretched out his plasma-stained hand and shook it at Ji Xingchuan, "Winter teacher, didn't look at my cell phone at this moment."

He wiped his hands and poked the screen of his cell phone.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: I'd like to get another radio station on the air next week, so give me a reference for content first?

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Coming to one-on-one radio?

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: I'm coming.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

It's not even if the audience is looking for a radio station, but how come this radio station is walking upright?

It's really not a good cab ride, though, and Winter Sensei is really nice to his secondary allies!

"I'm here now, so do me a favor." He said, "I'm having a hard time getting out of this shirt, why don't you help me get out?"

It's all gender male anyway, conveniently enough.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Going so fast? Are you in a hurry?

The lights in the small locker room were on, and Fang Zhiran stood in front of the mirror, wrapping his hands behind his back and pointing to his tail behind him.

"There's a clip, look for it." He said, "I would have just yanked it, but it's easy to break."

The official shooting hasn't started yet, and the clothes and props have to be protected.

A hand rested on his waist, and there was a slight movement behind him, followed by the sound of a carabiner coming undone, and his waist was suddenly much lighter.

"Ah, great." Fang Zhiran said, "I'm exhausted."

Fang Zhiran: "Why don't you talk much today, Mr. Winter? Don't be introverted with me, we're family."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

"Is the belt chain going to help you?" Ji Xingchuan asked.

"To be to be." Fang Zhiran had been tossing and turning for half a day on that video chat, and he couldn't be happier to have some help now.

Slightly hot fingers pressed against his waist, tickling a little, and he tightened slightly at the waist, the waist chain having been removed.

People who understand the characters are good communicators. The small wings on the back, the accessories on the shoulders, Ji Xingchuan took them off for him one by one, and put them in a bag in order for the next time he wore them.

"Nice, Mr. Winter." Fang Zhiran said, "I've never seen such perfect cos logistics."

Then it was time to remove the makeup, first he had to wipe these bloodstains off his body, he wet a makeup remover pad and wiped away the tattoos on his face and the red marks at the corners of his mouth before going to his neck and neckline.

The photographer probably thought the effect wasn't enough, so he had two more swipes on the back of his thighs and a tattoo sticker, and Fang Zhiran sat on the floor with his fake hair and devil horns on top of his head, rubbing his legs vigorously in front of the mirror.

"Will you be nice to yourself?" A hand gently pressed down on his wrist as Ji Xingchuan dabbed some alcohol on a makeup remover cotton pad and pressed it against the side of his leg for a moment, gently wiping away the fake blood and tattoo stickers left behind.

"There." Ji Xingchuan threw away the alcohol pads in his hand, the knot in his throat rolling gently, his knuckles gripping slightly, "You do the rest."

Then again winter is going to be renamed winter.

The rest was easy, as the skilled Fang Zhiran quickly cleaned himself up, changed into his own clothes and went downstairs with Ji Xingchuan.

A familiar car is parked downstairs, so familiar that Fang Zhiran wants to drop some gear.

He got into the passenger seat and buckled himself in.

"Driving at night, do you want to turn on the radio to refresh yourself?" He asked.

"Welcome to Winter's Late Night Radio?" Ji Xingchuan suddenly shifted his voice, "Thanks to 'Little Snowflakes' for coming on the radio."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

I forgot that you are now a mobile radio station.

Want to listen, but have to take into account the safety of the radio station first.

"Let me put you on Snowflakes." He said, "You focus on it."

Ji Xingchuan pulled out of the parking area, no pedestrians on the road late at night, only the occasional car speeding by.

Snowflakes Radio slept through the car and broadcast a whole bunch of sleep talk.

When Fang Zhiran arrived at the dormitory at nearly 2:30, He Xuyang was not there, probably sleeping in the lab.

He leapt onto the bed, put on his headphones, and poked at the fresh voice Ji Xingchuan had just sent him.

[Good night, don't look at your cell phone, go to bed early and help me with the vacuum pump in the morning.]

[Little Snowflakes, early to bed.]

Ah, this vocal line, I haven't heard much of it. It's good!

Fang Zhiran rolled the quilt into a ball.

Good, early bedtime, and he'll be asleep in a minute after he patrols his Internet territory.

[F]: (*^▽^*)

[ Su Jia ]:(*^▽^*)

There's a hidden joy called being up most of the night and realizing your friends are equally up.

[F]: Sima Linghan, what's going on?

[ Su Jia ]: read a nice smelling manga, and is now rolling all over the bed trying to kowtow to the author.

[F]: What rice? I'll have a bite.

[ Su Jia ]: omg, you're not good at this again, but it's really cute ah ah ah ah.

[ Su Jia ]: [share link manga Phantom Boy seduces humans in the dead of night]

[F]:?

[ Su Jia ]: ah ah ah ah look at page 16 and letting people touch his tail.

[F]:?

He clicked on the manga, eek, delayed, a genre he didn't read much.

He'd like to see where the manga smelled good.

Page 16, ah, the red-pupiled demonic teenager sat in front of the mirror and passed his tail into the human man's hand.

[F]:[share comic page-16], that smells good?

[F]: I'll look again.

In the doctoral dormitory, Ji Xingchuan feels more and more energized after sending a voice to someone.

He turned on station X, intending to patrol the station and hang some decorations into the booth, since he'd decided to come back on the air once in a while, he'd have to organize it.

He had just gotten online when he noticed [Winter's Little Snowflakes]'s avatar was lit up.

Friends on site x are able to see each other's current updates.

Still awake?

Ji Xingchuan followed Fang Zhiran's avatar and clicked on it.

[System alert: Your friend "Winter Snowflakes" is watching the manga "Forbidden Desire: How a Demon Teenager Seduces Humans"]

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