Chapter 39: 39 I'll eat you up

This white-haired school uniformed man is a character from an anime called Sowa.

This is a good student by day and a little Taoist priest by night, who frequents the corners of the city and solves all kinds of urban weirdness.

Fang Zhiran is a mildly white-haired person who prefers all kinds of white-haired characters.

He puts his cell phone on the table, opens his closet, and starts digging.

"Well ...... found it." He said, "Bought it a while back, haven't had a chance to wear it yet."

Fang Zhiran: "Ouch me ......"

"What's wrong?" Ji Xingchuan's voice came from the cell phone.

"Hit in the head by a bow and arrow." Fang Zhiran holds his head in both hands.

"Is that a closet or an arsenal?" Ji Xingchuan asked.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"No way." He said, "Dormitory space is too small, you have to put on a protective cover, and pile it all up on the top shelf of the closet."

"You can pile a little on me." Ji Xingchuan says, "I'm kind of a walk-on, not a longtime resident, and there's plenty of room, right, my secondary ally?"

Fang Zhiran felt justified.

"I have a bigger full-length mirror here, and it's easier for Mr. Snowflakes to try on clothes." Ji Xingchuan says, "There is no harm in it."

[What are you still thinking about?

The other man spoke and changed his voice to a rather salesy one.

[Isn't it better to bother me than to bother your roommate?]

[Coming to disturb fellow travelers, the secondaries are all family.]

Fang Zhiran thinks it's especially true that his dormitory, indeed, can't really fit anymore.

"Then I'll move my stuff over a bit in the next couple days." He said, "Trouble winter old ...... township."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

Forget it, whatever. Just don't call me Deng.

The next day was Friday, in the afternoon, Fang Zhiran got off class, took advantage of his roommate's absence, packed a bag for his cosplay props, and ran to the nearby delivery station to borrow a cart.

Just downstairs, Su Jia sent him a message--

[ Su Jia ]: Why do you listen to Lu Zhu's radio dramas every day lately, have you climbed the wall?

[F]: I didn't ......

Lu Zhu is not a wall, it is a pit. In the past two days, he has been moving around and dumping some □□□ radio dramas on him, and then telling him that if he is a brother, he has to be a kryptonite in the pit.

[ Su Jia ]: It's also good to know that there are so many good voices out there, so you don't have to hang on to one tree.

[ Su Jia ]: Oh yeah, down to business.

[ Su Jia ]: There's a novel, called Total Sky, and recently I might have wanted to hire a cosplayer for publicity, before its author Wen Yao mentioned in the comment section that he wanted to hire you to cosplay a character from the text.

[F]: How far my fame has traveled.

[ Su Jia ]: Don't get cocky yet, but people's comment sections are starting to call you out today ah, saying you don't deserve the role.

[F]: I dispensed his father and taught him to be a son.

[ Su Jia ]: thumbs up.jpg

[F]: I gave it a no, don't like this kind of parody that still pulls stomping on the original novel.

Between messages, he had walked to the courier station.

"Hello, I've come to borrow the cart again." He said.

"Take it yourself Take it yourself." The courier warmly greeted, "Just in time, Mr. Qian of the Physics College just returned one, right Qian ......?"

Mr. Qian flashed to twenty meters away and dashed away.

Fang Zhiran used a cart as a scooter to carry his load of second-hand possessions to Ji Xingchuan's single-occupancy dormitory.

He took out his spare key and opened the door to the dormitory.

The dormitory (brand new) opened up to him.

Fang Zhiran shielded his eyes with his arm, ah, so shiny, this clean to blinding reflection.

He didn't even dare push the cart in, just parked it by the door and started unloading.

Fang Zhiran was scalded by the fervor of the second generation.

It was so much work for Mrs. Winter, how she even re-cleaned the room.

He unpacked his pile of swords and wands one by one and laid them out in the corner of the room, and next, a scythe.

He hummed a sweet little song from a radio play and lifted the scythe from the cart ......

"Need help?" The bathroom door was pushed open, and Ji Xingchuan, wearing a white T-shirt, came out while wiping his hair.

Droplets of water slid all the way down the knot of his throat, dampening the front of his blouse and vaguely revealing the outline of his chest and abdominal muscles.

Fang Zhiran lifted the sickle ...... and smashed his own feet.

"You're in the dorm!" He said.

"Discussing the team project for the International Physics Championships with Lao Guo, there's no need to stay in the office." Ji Xingchuan says, "You ......"

His eyes drifted over the chainsaw axe scythe in the corner and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"This scythe of mine, it's very handsome." Fang Zhiran closes the door behind him and splices several sections of the scythe's handle together, "Look."

With both hands on the hilt, he swung his scythe in a beautiful arc, "Little Snowflakes die of awesome."

"Living in the dormitory has wronged you." Ji Xingchuan swept his pillow with a hole in it, "Sit down for a while, I'll blow-dry my hair."

Fang Zhiran lined up his props one by one and put on a protective cover before going to move his clothes.

"That closet over there is empty, you can put whatever you want." Ji Xingchuan said.

"I won't be polite." Fang Zhiran said, leaning over and pressing open the buttons of his suitcase, several c-suits bursting out.

"Why do you still have a cheongsam?" Ji Xingchuan asked.

Fang Zhiran : "? You have good eyes."

"I have a friend who plays photography who wants to shoot it, so I'll cooperate with him." He wrapped the cheongsam sent by Su Jia in a dust bag and sent it to his winter closet.

"The one who photographed your flower wedding?" Ji Xingchuan's eyes flashed.

"Yeah." Fang Zhiran said, "He seduced me with an audio of Mr. Winter singing off-key."

Ji Xingchuan moved his finger to add someone to the assassination list.

"Tired tired." Fang Zhiran packed everything away, leaving only the school uniform and white wig to be used for the live broadcast outside, "Let me sit for a while."

The bed looked pretty clean, he didn't have the heart to sit on it, he just took up a stool.

"I'll do some laundry." Ji Xingchuan said, "Be right back."

The single dormitory is very comfortable, Fang Zhiran is lying on his desk, and the chat records of Ji Xingchuan and Lao Guo are still on his computer.

[ Lao Guo ]: My office seems to have given me a dream, saying it misses me.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: 12.9, nineteenth test results better.

[Lao Guo]: If I'm not busy at the end of the year, I'd like to take a trip back to see the office and my new student, Fang Zhiran.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Gan Wanhe and Fang Zhiran have each added a new sci article.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

How do these two do that, talking to themselves in a dialog box?

The cell phone vibrates, Fang Zhiran looks down and starts to frown, Huang Zhu, oh no Lu Zhu, why is he here again?

To keep his brain pure, he wouldn't click on anything he saw this time.

[ Lu Zhu ]: [How the puzzle of links should be solved ......]

[F]:?

Solve the problem? Here comes the good sense.

Fang Zhiran clicked in.

[How should this puzzle be solved, and how should he respond when his live-in roommate shows up in his room late at night with an *&# invitation?]

[For only $23.99, you're invited to listen to Living With Men].

Fang Zhiran: "......"

There's no defense against it.

"What's wrong?" The balcony door opened and Ji Xingchuan pushed his way in, the boy was sitting at his desk slightly red-faced and chagrined, "Talking to who?"

Fang Zhiran pointed to the cell phone screen and accused Lu Zhu.

"It does seem a bit excessive." Ji Xingchuan spread his hands, "Give me your cell phone and I'll come talk to him."

Ji Xingchuan pressed on the voice--

"What are you up to?" Ji Xingchuan asked, "This is outrageous, how can you ask little Snowflakes for money?"

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

[ Lu Zhu ]:QAQ

[ Lu Zhu ]: [Full Episode Living with a Male God] [Full Episode Male God's Love at First Sight] [Full Episode President and His Secretary] [Full Episode Husband I Don't Want]

[F]: rabbit swinging fist.jpg

[Lu Zhu]: [Extra Uniform Temptation] [Extra Mouth to Mouth] [Extra Devil and Pure Hearted Little Disciple]

[ Lu Zhu ]: falling to the ground with his mouth open and his soul flying out.jpg

"Here." Ji Xingchuan hands out his cell phone, "Take it and listen."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Ahhhhhhhh.

My cell phone is dirty.

"Like to listen to this kind lately?" Ji Xingchuan stood behind him, leaned over and tapped the keyboard twice, and sent a rose emoji back to Lao Guo.

"And no favorites." Fang Zhiran said.

It was Lu Zhu who pushed him into his mouth.

"It's normal to enjoy listening." Ji Xingchuan says, "There are a lot of good quality stories."

Fang Zhiran : "Oh ......"

Sacrificed.

Professionals really do see things differently.

He then watched as Ji Xingchuan reached out and clicked on the voice packet sent by Lu Zhu.

Lu Zhu's distinctive soft teenage voice came from the cell phone, "Brother, can I borrow the bathroom?"

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"......" Ji Xingchuan held his cell phone away from him in disgust, "If I were a match director, I'd have my boss dock him."

"Can't this one work?" Fang Zhiran asked curiously.

"All technique, no emotion at all." Ji Xingchuan criticized it harshly, "It's easy to be emotionless when you listen to it."

He listened a few more times and commented, "The back side pulls up okay."

"Interesting." Fang Zhiran tapped the table, "The dubbing is so interesting."

"What does it take to make sense?" Fang Zhiran clamps down and plays, "Brother? Can I borrow the bathroom?"

Fang Zhiran changed his tone: "Brother, lend me the bathroom, will this be senseless?"

"Pop," a hand covered his mouth.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

What? It's hard to hear, isn't it?

But it was kinda fun.

Ji Xingchuan withdrew a hand and stared at his palm for half a second, the tips of his ears warming slightly.

The voice is sweet and the mouth is soft.

"Do you know this kind?" Fang Zhiran thought about the words of the radio play's comment section, "The kind they say, attacking the voice?"

"Will." Ji Xingchuan pressed play and listened for a few more seconds, waiting for a line, which he repeated in his own style for a change.

[Yes, can I borrow the towel too?]

A mesmerizing smile appeared on Fang Zhiran's face.

"Xiao Dong." Fang Zhiran patted Ji Xingchuan's shoulder furiously, "It's a loss to the radio drama world if you don't go with radio dramas."

Winter (hp-5):"......"

"There is no ...... suitable co-star." Ji Xingchuan said.

"Too bad." Fang Zhiran tsked and shook his head.

"Don't talk about me." Ji Xingchuan changed the subject, "I saved you a ton of money, how are you going to thank me?"

Fang Zhiran: "?"

No, it's not free?

Then you don't call it helping, you call it grabbing it and selling it at a high price, mainlining a no-brainer.

"And borrowed your house." Ji Xingchuan reminded.

With reason, Fang Zhiran cocked his head and thought, "Do you have a favorite character? I can put out a cos commission for you."

Snowflakes-sensei hasn't had a cosplay commission yet.

You're rewarded.

A series of "read and save" photos flashed from Ji Xingchuan's eyes.

Ji Xingchuan: "There are some."

Fang Zhiran: "?"

"Then take your time to think." Fang Zhiran says, "I'm going to return the cart, I'll bother you tomorrow night."

Looking around the room, which at the moment was full of middle-class flavor, Fang Zhiran stomped downstairs with his cart in satisfaction.

He put on a pair of headphones for himself, with none other than Lu Zhu's selection of "Living with a Male God" playing in his ears.

Mr. Winter is right, again, it's all about the voice actors cooking up a good meal, so what's there to be embarrassed about.

[Your clothes, why are they in my closet?]

Can't find it? Want to wear mine?

Crap, here we go again. That déjà vu feeling.

Fang Zhiran burrowed forward, dragging the cart behind him, and heard his steps grow heavy, as if he were carrying something heavy.

It took him twenty minutes to walk the short five hundred meters.

"Whew...... exhausted me." Fang Zhiran finally reached the courier point, "Give it back."

"Hitchhiking, cool." Roommate He Xuyang jumps off the cart.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Fang Zhiran: "I Sharked You!"

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Coming out of cos is not an easy task, the clothes have to be restored, the character expressions have to fit, and the makeup and hair have to pay attention to restoring the details.

So the next afternoon, Fang Zhiran helped Pan Xu, who was very anxious, find some literature, write a rough literature review and send it to him, then dragged his suitcase to Ji Xingchuan's dormitory.

The secondary homies really know their stuff, and Ji Xingchuan even put up a makeshift live background for him.

Snowflakes Sensei opened his suitcase and took out the makeup box, "Winter, let's show you what real cos makeup making is all about."

"Okay, Snow." Ji Xingchuan replied grimly.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Shut up, one word name calling can really make a person's head spin in embarrassment.

He occupied Ji Xingchuan's desk and lined up a pile of cosmetics.

Ji Xingchuan moved a chair and watched the boys process themselves from the side.

In order to be photogenic and fit the character better, cosplay makeup is usually more exaggerated, Ji Xingchuan had no feelings about cosplay before, but now he thinks he used to be quite pretentious.

He had previously felt that most of the makeup he had seen was too heavy, dirty and unattractive on camera. But that didn't seem to be the case when it came to Fang Zhiran's face.

Boys with very fair skin and good skin texture, the primer only needs a thin layer, makeup can be clear.

It didn't take Fang Zhiran long to complete this step, the next focus was on the eye makeup.

"I bought these contacts, and they're huge, huge, huge, huge, huge, huge, huge, huge, huge, huge, huge, huge." Fang Zhiran brags, "It's especially colorful."

"Do you want me to put them on for you?" Ji Xingchuan vaguely remembers that Gan Wanhe poked at his pupils in the office before he went out to play the last time, poking them until they burst into tears and punched his desk.

Teacher Snowflakes opens her eyes in the mirror, raises her hand, pokes, and turns her head again, her light purple eyes blinking in Ji Xingchuan's direction, "What did you say?"

Ji Xingchuan : "...... is fine."

"Teacher Snowflakes' eye makeup is worth at least five hundred dollars." Fang Zhiran's hands were applying makeup, but his mouth didn't stop, "The last time I did makeup for Mr. Pan, he should have given me five hundred dollars."

The photo of Pan Xu taken at the defense is still on the college's website, and everyone who saw it said it was quite handsome.

Fang Zhiran pulled up a high resolution image of the character and toned down the eyeshadow color to a very light shade.

"The voice actor, look at his eyes." Fang Zhiran says, "Quite gentle drooping eyes, different eyes are drawn differently."

Voice Actor: "......"

Fang Zhiran finishes the eyeliner with an extremely steady right hand, the line is sharp and clean, and the transition of the eyeshadow is beautiful.

Ji Xingchuan sort of got it, it wasn't that he didn't like cosplay either, it was that he hadn't met a cosplayer he was attracted to earlier.

After a few strokes of the brush, the shape of the eyes is no longer the almond eyes of Fang Zhiran, the eyes become slightly longer, more cool and gentle temperament.

The boy's expression, too, grew in tune with the character, and when he looked over with his eyes raised, his long eyelashes hid the mole of tears at the end of his eyes, and he still had the uninitiated look of a student.

Ji Xingchuan's gaze paused at the tear mole, "When did you start playing?"

"Well ......" Fang Zhiran paused, a little uncomfortable at the stare.

He's a little Snowflakes, not a little snowcake, why is this guy looking at him like he's looking at a tasty snack.

He recalled, "Sophomore year, I think, and before that it was all cranial play."

The corner of Ji Xingchuan's mouth twitched.

"Because the cost is not low." Fang Zhiran says, "When you don't have money, you pick up a branch, imagine it's a big sword, and yell something, didn't you do that when you were a kid?"

Ji Xingchuan : "I didn't do it when I was a kid, but I see you're not so young now, and you've also shaken the office broom bald."

Fang Zhiran: "Er ......"

He slipped a hairnet over his head, smoothed the fake white fur, and snapped it over his head.

"It's got to be properly smoothed and then the head adjusted." He said, "Otherwise it'll show up as a big head, and when it's properly groomed, it'll actually be very reductive to the character."

Fang Zhiran: "Look!"

A teenager with short silver-white hair, dressed in a black school uniform, stood upright, a shoulder bag slung over his left shoulder.

He looked around, like the teenager in the anime who had stepped into the real world.

"What about it?" Fang Zhiran says, "Does it have the youthfulness of male heights?"

"Shibuya." The other said.

"Every cosplayer is a polygonal warrior, and I used to make my own props." Fang Zhiran began to debug the live broadcasting equipment, "Senior Winter, can you help me pass the props later? The charm over there, and that oversized scythe."

"No problem." Ji Xingchuan, who goes by many names, said.

"Ah, forgot my mouse." Fang Zhiran said.

"Use mine." Ji Xingchuan said generously, "The left button is a bit insensitive, use a little force when you tap."

18:30 in the evening.

(lv109 big nobles) Secondary face area anchor "Winter's Snowflakes" with a luxury super car to start broadcasting!

Fang Zhiran turned on the live feed, and pop-ups from fans flooded the room -

[ah ah ah ah it's age and, eating so well this week?]

[Looking good, I'm taking screenshots like crazy.]

[Saw your cosplay of the little chimera "XIV", it fits perfectly with the hypothesis I had when I read the novel, you're really good at seducing people.]

"? I'm good at sharking people too." Fang Zhiran said.

"Sharkman" is a prohibited word for anchors, deducting one point from your reputation.]

Fang Zhiran: "......"

[That's a nice looking character today, did you pick it out yourself?]

"It's ......" Fang Zhiran glanced at Ji Xingchuan next to him, "A friend suggested it, and it's what I like."

[Eyes so pretty, colored like stars.]

"Good looks can't be helped." Fang Zhiran said.

[Someone drug him dumb so he won't talk.]

Fang Zhiran spread his hands helplessly, emulating the look of age and cloudiness, and serving as a pose for everyone in the broadcast room.

[Yes, that's it, don't talk, the family smashes your presents.]

[Wow, just got here, great food, watched Phantom the other day, and Male High today.]

[playing pk?]

"No pk today haha." Fang Zhiran says, "Leave some room for others."

He turned to Ji Xingchuan and asked, "Hand me my oversized scythe and I'll give them some work they can't see outside.

"Wait a minute." Ji Xingchuan said.

[Someone on the side?]

[Assistant? Good voice.]

Fang Zhiran gripped his scythe, "Recreate a scene from the anime for you, and spin a scythe for all of you."

Fang Zhiran danced his scythe into the wind.

"The venue is a bit small." Fang Zhiran said, "If we were at Comic-Con, we could make motion videos for you."

Ji Xingchuan (hp-5) turns his head to look at the quilt (torn version) and the pillow (holey version).

"The scythe is not made by myself." Fang Zhiran said, "I used to make them myself, but now I'm busier in third dimension and I don't have time to make props."

The white-haired teenager in his black school uniform looked exceptionally good just sitting there.

The live feeds were swiped with gifts.

[(lv100 Grand Noble) Radio Anchor-Winter has entered your broadcasting room in a supercar.]

Winter sent 100 flowers to Winter's Snowflakes.

The 100 bouquets of flowers have a nice special effect score.

"Don't send it." Fang Zhiran poked Ji Xingchuan next to him in a low voice, "Station x is especially good at making the difference."

[Station X system alerts. Anchor says prohibited words, 5 points deducted.]

Fang Zhiran: "......"

He didn't have to play PK today, he broadcasted for a short time, only chatting with his fans, occasionally mimicking his character's demeanor and skills, and was ready to go offline.

"I'm down oh." Fang Zhiran says, "A video of Little Phantom XIV should be coming out soon, so kneel in anticipation."

He tapped the computer, easy to broadcast, over.

He brought his cell phone and was speechless for a short while. Lu Zhu came again.

[ Lu Zhu ]: You said the word tiger and wolf last time, and I don't think that counts for much.

[ Lu Zhu ]: Look at this play, the lines in the script are what's really called the words of the tiger and the wolf, and it's very earthy.

[F]: Let's see.

Fang Zhiran opens the file and gets hit with some storms.

The screen full of uh-ohs and uh-uhs was interspersed with a few sentences that he had to crack up just looking at them.

[ Lu Zhu ]: voice actors are professional, you give it to my cousin and he can read it to you without changing his face.

Really?

Fang Zhiran pokes the winter teacher playing with his cell phone next to him.

"Mrs. Winter, read it." Fang Zhiran said.

Ji Xingchuan: "?"

Ji Xingchuan received the manuscript and was silent for a moment.

[Run, hahaha, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, I'll get you back.]

[You'll be good enough to be eaten by me today.]

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

Well, good dirt.

"Amazing." Fang Zhiran was in awe, "Voice actors can really read anything."

[x station system prompt: detected words of tiger and wolf, deducting 0.01 points from the anchor's reputation score. blush.jpg]

[Yeah, yeah.]

[And earthy and sugary.]

[Theater is quite wide, light a cigarette.jpg]

[Eat eat eat! Call.jpg]

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Ji Xingchuan : "......?"

Fang Zhiran stood up and furiously pressed the left mouse button, and after pressing it 20 times and turning the mouse into a rat cake, he finally clicked on it and exited the live stream.

My food, who asked you to steal it!

Ji Xingchuan, the professional voice actor who Lu Zhu said did not change his color, was holding the document and his face was ashen.

Fang Zhiran angrily exits the live system, then prepares to exit the homepage.

Passing by the interlocking friends, I habitually scanned the new features - the

[Let's see what your friends are up to, shall we?]

Your friend coser Xiao Lin is watching the video [Little Snowflakes forgets to turn off the live stream, forcing winter to say the words of tigers and wolves]]

Your friends Su Jia, cosplayer Su Yue, voice actor Lu Zhu and 123 others are watching the video [Voice actor Winter x Winter's Snowflakes, fresh and good recording, the latest on the net].

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Unbridled, what are you doing!