Chapter 40: 40 Sleeping together

Your friend "Voice Actor Winter" is watching the video "Winter x Winter Snowflakes".

Fang Zhiran, who was feeling anxious: "? What are you looking at this for?"

"Happy." Ji Xingchuan said, "Look, this is a meeting of great significance between you and your secondary allies."

It makes sense, Fang Zhiran leaning over.

A short video recording, which has now gathered a screen full of pop-ups--

[Winter, Winter's Little Snowflakes, the ids of these two, I've long felt out of place.]

[Little Snowflakes, what does he look like in the winter, is he the big fat guy on the Internet?]

[And Snowflakes Jr. was a year-round winter radio personality who flew countless provocateurs for Mr. Winter on his own.]

[Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, last time little Snowflakes played pk, almost lost, Winter parachuted into the booth, ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga.]

[No, you don't understand, what would smell best would be if he were next to little Snowflakes at the moment, so green and cute today, he'd be able to enjoy it all night.]

"Brother Ji, you have a lot of messages." Fang Zhiran pointed to the Weibo news alerts that kept popping up on the interface, "Hurry up and take a look."

Ji clicked on the tweet.

@聆境文化：Hello, Mr. Winter, your talent, a drop in the ocean. You are invited to participate in the pure love radio drama "After running with the ball, the overlord kneels down and begs me to come home".

@withvoicemedia: In? Mr. White has a knack for chasing wives. I'll make you an offer if you make a sound. Private me to watch the original, full version of the huge flavor.

@BaylorGroup: skit dubbing, get it? Poke me for the original, "Master I'll Never Dare Again".

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

Indirectly, I empathize with Snowflakes' feeling of being bombarded by Lu Zhu.

"Old Ji, are you okay?" Fang Zhiran asked with concern, "Do you have a headache?"

"It's okay." Ji Xingchuan said, "Get used to it."

Fang Zhiran thought about it and used his cell phone to drag the interface of station x to the bottom, poking open the customer service of station x.

[ Winter's Little Snowflakes ]: Customer service.

[AI Customer Service 250]: Hello, 250 is at your service.

[Winter's Little Snowflakes]:Don't AI, get a humane one.

[Human Customer Service 6]: Something wrong?

[ Winter's Little Snowflakes ]: Please take down the video [ Winter x Winter's Little Snowflakes ]

[Human Customer Service 6]: Why? I haven't finished reading it yet!

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Are you overdoing it with this customer service persona?

[Winter's Little Snowflakes]: It's detrimental to our image as winter teachers.

[Winter's Little Snowflakes]: And, we've got nothing, we're purely secondary allies.

[Human Customer Service 6]: These days, you can get a cp with anyone who isn't from the same era or even the same worldview, let alone if he's still in your room. SquintyEyesSmile.jpg

Fang Zhiran: "????"

Ji Xingchuan pressed Fang Zhiran's hand that poked and prodded Jian wildly.

"It's okay." Ji Xingchuan said, "It's just a video, doesn't mean we really have anything."

Winter, change of voice!

Sales Vocals!

[Snowflakes-sensei looks so good today, people like you and they like me, that's why we're high on our cp.]

[Everyone likes funny people, you don't have a ghost in your heart, let them get high, it doesn't bother you].

[It's bad enough that customer service is still working overtime at this hour, so let her have some fun.]

"Hundreds of benefits and no harm." Ji Xingchuan said in his native voice, "Think about it, isn't the kiwi argument quite common in the secondary world?"

"Kiyo, I was narrow-minded." Fang Zhiran arch.

"Are you going to take off your makeup now?" Ji Xingchuan looked away for several moments.

The day throw man is high and immediately out of sight.

"Not yet." Fang Zhiran said bitterly, "Gotta take a few pictures and give the fans a brief lecture on makeup creation."

A lot of cosplayers are still waiting for his tutorial.

"Pretty good." Ji Xingchuan said, "I happen to have a camera."

"Just right." Fang Zhiran says, "Do you know how to take makeup pictures? First the whole face, then the eye makeup."

Fang Zhiran sits in his chair, tilts his head slightly, and waits for the camera's lens to close in on him.

Ji Xingchuan adjusted the focus and the boy's eyes appeared in the camera. Fang Zhiran's eyes were extremely clear, with none of the red blood lines that graduate students would leave behind if they stayed up all night writing their dissertations.

The moment the camera caught the boy's eyes blinked, and the look was like it had little hooks that scratched at the heart.

@ Winter's Little Snowflakes : [picture] x9, age and eye makeup, have taken details for your reference. (*^▽^*)

@ Snowflakes Crisp (Buy Valley Don't Forget on Friday): did Mr. Winter take this for you?

@Winter's Little Snowflakes Replying to @Snowflakes Crisp: Yes! It was taken by my good friend Mr. Winter!

@ Snowflakes Crisp (Buy Valley Don't Forget on Friday): ahhhhh got back to me! Little Snowflakes is awesome.

Sure enough, Mr. Winter was right, being high on CP for a bit is just a little bit, it doesn't bother me at all.

It's getting late. Time to take off your makeup.

Fang Zhiran thought to himself and put his hand on the zipper of his school uniform, asking Ji Xingchuan as he took it off, "Xing Chuan, can I borrow the bathroom?"

Fang Zhiran hands over mouth: "......"

So weird.

Brother Xing Chuan looked bashful, "Go ahead, feel free to use it."

Fang Zhiran rubbed his head to make sure he didn't have a ghost in his heart and pushed the door into the bathroom, which soon had the sound of clattering water coming from it.

The smile at the corner of Ji Xingchuan's mouth had just risen when he caught a glimpse of a cell phone with its screen lit up.

Caller: Yu Jin

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

There was a sense of foreboding.

"Baby boy." Yu Jin's loud voice came from the phone, "So you like dirt, come and earn gold coins for mommy, mommy here has a After Escaping Marriage Cold Knight President Crying and Begging Me to Come Home ......"

"Refusal, reading the blog is very busy." Ji Xingchuan said.

"Your little fan, weirdly cute." Yu Jin's voice took on a more serious tone, "Cosplayer Snowflakes, 21 years old, started his masterpiece three years ago, and with just over 400,000 fans, he's practically taken over the official teenage roles of all the major handhelds, and of course it's now over a million."

"Are you checking accounts?" Ji Xingchuan asked.

"Shogetsu Media had him contacted, but at the time, his contract with the current mcn had not expired and he was unable to make a decision for the time being." Yu Jin said, "I understand that another secondary culture company, is also contacting him."

"Ji Xingchuan." Yu Jin cut an adulterer's voice, "If you're not going to make gold coins for mommy, dig up someone who can."

"I don't care." Ji Xingchuan said, "He has to make his own decisions, and I haven't even settled my own affairs yet."

"I told you that you and Yu Zhuye were up to something lately." Yu Jin snorted lightly.

Hearing Lu Zhu's name, Ji Xingchuan's eyelids lightly jumped, "You don't mind?"

"Mommy only cares about gold coins." Yu Jin said, "But if you don't earn gold coins for mommy again, I'm going to break up with you ......"

Ji Xingchuan hangs up the phone, preserving yet another mother-son relationship.

"Ally." The bathroom door gently pulled open a small crack and Fang Zhiran's head peeked out, "I dropped my clothes on the floor and got wet, can you get me a hair dryer?"

"How long will that blow?" Ji Xingchuan said, "Wait a minute, I'll find you something you can wear."

He opened the Snowflakes closet to see if there were any suitable clothes.

The eyes moved on their own, stopping at the cheongsam.

The left and right hands took off the flagstaff.

The left and right feet stood in place and did not move.

Before his arms and legs hit the floor, Ji Xingchuan took a deep breath, awakening the doctoral student's iron will, and opened his closet, grabbed a clean set of clothes and pants, knocked on the bathroom door, and handed them in.

"Wear mine." He said.

"Kiyo, it's a good thing neither of us has a ghost in our hearts." Fang Zhiran snickered, "Otherwise it would be a radio drama in reality."

Ji Xingchuan : "Haha."

There was no more water in the bathroom, Fang Zhiran was probably getting dressed, and Ji Xingchuan stopped on the balcony to look up at the stars.

"Has winter passed?" A voice came from the next balcony.

"Ji Xingchuan: "?"

"It's over in November." Another said, "It's almost the winter solstice."

"No progress at all." The first one said, "Spinning in place, literally not knowing what to do."

"Cold, cold heart."

Ji Xingchuan: "?"

Next door dormitory.

Qin Fan: "?"

Qin Fan's doctoral brother: "?"

Qin Fan : "Are you glaring at me when I say I'm not making any progress at all on my dissertation, why do I feel the death stare?"

"I'm not." Qin Fan's Ph.D. mentor said, "I'm not making progress either, no need to be fifty paces ahead."

"Forget it." Qin Fan said, "I'm going back, it's almost 11:00, so I'll leave Elder Brother alone."

*

"It's almost eleven o'clock, so let's leave your roommate alone."

In the dormitory, Ji Xingchuan said to Fang Zhiran, who had just finished taking a shower.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

He Xuyang has been so busy lately that he shouldn't be asleep at this hour.

But Ji Xingchuan had turned up the air conditioning in the house so warm that Fang Zhiran didn't want to push the door to meet the bitter winter winds outside.

He and Winter Sensei, now secondary allies, plus a normal mentor-brother relationship.

Staying overnight should be fine.

And Ji Xingchuan's bed is big and new. Wait, it doesn't look so new now.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

"I'm sorry to bother you then, Dr. Student." Fang Zhiran said.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

Fang Zhiran plugged in the hair dryer and blew on his hair.

Su Jia, his little friend, has probably done his internet shopping and come back for him-

[ Su Jia ]: Snowflakes, you're living with Mr. Winter?

[F]:?

Has it gotten this far?

[ Su Jia ]: you line ah you, I said my three melons and two dates recently how to make you can not move, you in the whole orchard lying eat it?

[F]: (*^▽^*)

[ Su Jia ]: Kind of curious, what does a winter teacher look like?

[F]: It's quite familiar.

[ Su Jia ]: ? Oh, popular face.

[ Su Jia ]: It's fun to get high on cp, but Snowflakes bro, I have to warn you. Although you've liked his voice for quite some time, you two are strangers in reality, having only met once.

[ Su Jia ]: Before knowing each other's character, keep a certain distance and pay attention to safety.

[F]: Well, thank you, Sima.

[Su Jia]:.

Fang Zhiran and Su Jia met at Comic-Con, where Su Jia took some beautiful pictures of him as a photographer, and after working together a few times, they became familiar with each other.

Su Jia is pretty good, and the winter teacher is pretty good.

Fang Zhiran put the hair dryer away and folded his prop scythe into sections and leaned it against the corner.

"There should be another one out at Comic-Con these days." He muttered to himself.

"Comic conventions aren't as warm as dormitories, and in the middle of winter, you'll be cold in a school uniform." Ji Xingchuan said, "Old clothes, they're thick and warm."

"It makes sense." Fang Zhiran said.

He passed by the mirror and froze for a moment, Ji Xingchuan The shirt, it was quite big on him.

"Come and sleep." Ji Xingchuan made the bed.

"Coming." Fang Zhiran said, "I'll sleep outside, I don't seem to sleep very well."

Sleeping with secondary homies is a super joy.

I can talk about all the things that I usually can't find anyone to talk about, the games that not many people can understand, and then I can talk about them all.

"...... Ah you've seen this one too." Fang Zhiran curled up in a quilt of agitated conversation, "The first two were masterpieces, the last one was eastward."

"Right." Ji Xingchuan said, "It feels like the author played a pretty big game, and in the end, he couldn't play and held the board over my head."

"You know me!" Fang Zhiran lifted his foot and banged it on the bed.

Bed: "......"

"There's another one in the same genre, have you seen it?" Fang Zhiran asked, "I also came out with a cosplay of the main character."

Ji Xingchuan reported an anime name.

"Right right, this one is much better looking, that mech is handsome." Fang Zhiran slammed his fist on the bed, "When I was out of cos, I even made the mech, it's so cool, I'll get you the picture."

He fished his cell phone out from under his pillow.

"Ah, winter, you're leaking cotton on this pillow." Fang Zhiran said.

In the night, the boy pressed the bright screen of his cell phone, rolled over, and came close.

"Here you go, one of my highlights." He found the picture, "Nineteen years old delicious Snowflakes."

The boy in the picture was carrying a lightsaber, the white uniform from the anime trimming his waist, a pair of black boots with silver chains under his feet, and a silver mech behind him.

"Awesome little Snowflakes," Fang Zhiran said excitedly.

The brightness button of his cell phone was accidentally toggled, and the screen light was slightly brighter for a frame, so he suddenly realized that he had been resting on Ji Xingchuan's pillow since I don't know when.

The two people were very close, and the airflow from Ji Xingchuan's breathing was gentle, brushing past the edge of his neck with some warm tickling.

He was stunned and moved, back to his pillow.

"Handsome as hell, huh?" He asked the other man.

"I've never seen such a handsome one." Ji Xingchuan said.

Little Snowflakes, not to be complimented, immediately drifted off and offered up a treasure trove to find out more about their inventory.

"Look at this, the game character." Fang Zhiran found a video, "I was working on it for days, it's a perfect recreation of the sword dance from the game."

Brush and pull, a slight movement.

Ji Xingchuan pillowed onto his pillow.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

What? Dude, are you nearsighted?

The strange feeling only flashed for a moment, and he continued to pull out his family's wealth to show Ji Xingchuan.

"And this one!" Fang Zhiran says, "Little Snowflakes' first cosplay at Comic-Con, and he gets yelled at for stamp collecting, and he doesn't even know what stamp collecting is yet!"

The boy in the photo is still just a cosplayer, not a commercial cosplayer, and he's topped off with a head of pink hair and an open smile for the camera.

Ji Xingchuan flipped it.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Ugly for you?

Ji Xingchuan flipped out the remote control and turned off the hot air conditioner.

"Ah, it's after one o'clock, I talk so much." Fang Zhiran says, "Go to sleep, I have to go shoot a character video tomorrow afternoon."

Having said that, you really will not be able to sleep when you meet up with your secondary allies.

After a few moments, Fang Zhiran: "Old winter friend, are you asleep?"

Old Friend: "Nope."

"Come on." Fang Zhiran whacks the bed, "Let's talk about fifty cents again."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

*

Ji Xingchuan's bed is not generally good for sleeping, Fang Zhiran directly lie until noon.

Ji Xingchuan was away and left him a snack of yogurt by his bed for breakfast.

08:09:00

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: I'm going to a meeting. Snacks for you.

11:11:30

[F]: (*^▽^*)

Fang Zhiran quickly washed up, swallowed some brunch, and went to the balcony to see if his clothes, which had gotten wet yesterday, had dried.

It didn't dry and it froze.

[F]: Clothes renewed for one day.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]:Granted. Penguin jumping rope.jpg

It was getting late, so Fang Zhiran put his own down coat over the clothes Ji Xingchuan had given him and pushed the door downstairs.

Below the doctor's dormitory, a new store selling chicken fillets has recently opened, and Gan Wanhe is standing in line, waiting for her plum flour-flavored chicken fillet, shivering in the sluggish winter wind.

It was noon, and people were coming in and out of the downstairs of the boys' dormitory.

Gan Wanhe then saw a panicked figure leaping out of the dormitory building.

Fang Zhiran rushed out of the door in a hurry, wearing a down coat and pushing a small suitcase.

"Ah, Sister Gan Wanhe." Fang Zhiran brakes in greeting, "Good afternoon."

Sister Gan Wanhe handed out the chicken fillet she had just gotten, "Here you go."

Gan Wanhe pushed down his non-existent glasses as a row of subtitles crossed his mind, "This shirt, it's slightly too big, and these pants are slightly too long, and you're out at this hour, looking flustered, tsk tsk tsk, sneaky, and disheveled, heh."

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

He froze in place, suddenly remembering something as a row of radio dramas whizzed past his ears.

"Let's go, bye bye Sister." Fang Zhiran carried the chicken fillet and suitcase and rushed towards the side door of the school.

Gan Wanhe stood still, looking confused.

Blushing? She shouldn't be, her heartbeat was on mute the whole time.

Gan Wanhe shakes his head and walks away.

*

Fang Zhiran took a taxi at the school gate and went all the way to the Hariman Culture.

These days, cos videos, more and more in the direction of short drama rolled, he arrived at the company today, the gang even invited the players of the group of actors.

"So many people?" Fang Zhiran squeezed in and found a foothold.

The shooting script said to restore a boss "fourteen" teasing players, the process of abusing players, I did not expect this "players" came quite a lot.

"You go get changed." Next to him, a boy his age said, "I want to see Little Phantom."

"Who are you?" Fang Zhiran opened his mouth.

"I'm Yu Zhuye," the other said.

The name sounds familiar, Fang Zhiran seems to have met somewhere, but I just can't remember.

The other party spoke in his ear, "Little Snowflakes, eat water don't forget to dig well people, I am the male lead of so many radio dramas in your cell phone ah."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

It's you, Yellow Bamboo.

Harder fists.

The photographer was adjusting the equipment and he talked to Lu Zhu.

"What brings you here?" He asked.

Lu Zhu: "I'm here ......"

Thirty seconds later, Lu Zhu made up an excuse: "I'm here to keep an eye on your shooting so that I can adapt my lines."

Uh-huh? There's more to this?

Fang Zhiran looked around and couldn't find Mr. Winter.

"My brother doesn't have to." Lu Zhu says, "He never shows his face, he divides his voiceover and his life."

Lu Zhu : "To be precise, before agreeing to that meetup."

Fang Zhiran froze.

Yeah oh, it seems like quite a while ago, he heard it on the winter teacher radio.

Winter's teacher said that the character just has to sound good, without focusing too much on the man himself.

If it hadn't been for that meet and greet, if he hadn't grabbed a ticket that day and started Zilch wailing, maybe he never would have known what a winter teacher looked like?

How is it that Winter Sensei, who has always kept his dubbing and life separate, is willing to have a meet and greet?

He had been so happy all this time that he seemed to have forgotten to think about it from the beginning.

The subtle possibility flickered from his mind, he didn't catch it and was interrupted.

"Snowflakes, shoot." The photographer began to call.

"Come on." Fang Zhiran said.

The script is very simple, restoring a description of the boss in the work, a group of naive players enter the copy, mistakenly believe that "fourteen" is a friendly boss, and ultimately abused by the boss "fourteen".

The shoot begins with Fang Zhiran sitting on an open book of fairy tales, his tail hanging lightly behind him.

A group of tired players were thrown into the copy.

"Greetings travelers from afar." Fang Zhiran jumps down from the fairy tale book the prop master has built, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

The players looked at each other when he was an important NPC for the copy.

He tries to enunciate as clearly as he can without giving the dubbing job a hard time.

Not far away, Lu Zhu raised his hand and gave him an ok sign high up in the air.

The scene changes to a garden covered with roses.

The little chimera was lying on a floor full of roses, with well-fed players sitting around him. A few of the players looked at each other and had a bad thought about the boy in front of them who was so clean-cut he looked like a fairy tale elf.

Further on, the world of the table suddenly switches, and the roses in the little chimera's hands turn into daggers and nail through the player's throat.

"Time's up, you missed your chance to kill me."

The wind swirled the rose petals on the plain, and the little chimera's side face was cold as she wiped away the undried blood that stained the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

"OK, pass." The photographer said, "Rest first."

Fang Zhiran walks over to his humanoid self-propelled resource pool.

"I've recorded a little bit, do you mind?" Lu Zhu asked.

Fang Zhiran shook his head, this kind of cos passage, is not involved in confidentiality, several people on the scene are recording for fun.

"That's good, hehehe." Lu Zhu said, "Your voice is quite good, just less interpretation compared to me, wait, I'll restore the character with you."

He demonstrated a line from earlier.

[You missed your chance to kill me, hahahaha.]

The voice is so innocent and cruel that it sends shivers down your spine, and Fang Zhiran's head goes straight for the jugular with this laugh.

"You did your homework in great detail, thanks to the advice you gave me the other day." Lu Zhu said, "The voice came through."

"As a thank you, this is for you." Lu Zhu took out a snack box from behind him and threw it into Fang Zhiran's arms, "It's delicious, especially flavorful, go home and eat it slowly, don't share it with others, it's enough."

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Snacks, huh?

"I'm leaving, bye." Lu Zhu waved his hand and left Harimitsu Culture.

Fang Zhiran carries his bag and goes to change his clothes and take off his makeup.

The tail wasn't very good today without Mr. Winter's help, he had to do it himself for a while and kind of missed Mr. Winter who helped him with the tail.

He went downstairs to get a cab and had just closed the door when the division group chatted.

Group chat [逢考必郭] (27)

[ Gan Wanhe ]: The new store downstairs from the Dr. The chicken fillet is delicious.

[ Lao Guo ]: I want to eat it too. Tears.jpg

[ Pan Xu ]: Sister didn't go to the lab today?

[ Gan Wanhe ]: I didn't go hey, I'm too lazy to go today, Sunday.

[ Pan Xu ]: I'm envious, I've been writing all day today.

[ Gan Wanhe ]: I think only Ji Xingchuan went to the lab today, right? I think he's still here?

Fang Zhiran opened the circle of friends.

19:00:00

@ Jiang Feng : chase a novel, every day more 2000, today the author is crazy, burst more 2 w, I am cool dead.

@ Ji Xingchuan : [photo], another shot of the stars outside the lab.

@ Gan Wanhe : [movie ticket stub], bad movie, don't watch it unless there's a lot of money.

12:30:30

@ Gan Wanhe: Hey.

Fang Zhiran thought for a moment and sent a message to his secondary ally.

[F]: Have you eaten?

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Not yet, I'm a little busy today, working on my own paper.

[F]: I'll be at the school in a minute, I've got a snack here, a couple bites for you.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: (*^▽^*)

The cab pulls up in front of the school, Fang Zhiran pays the fare and gets out holding the box of snacks.

He made his way to the School of Physics building, rushed up, and slammed open the door to Lao Guo's lab.

"Payback." Fang Zhiran said, "Are you hungry, and my snacks are for you!"

"Such a big box?" Ji Xingchuan opened the box with relief, "Cookies? Wafer cookies?"

The golden holy light illuminated the entire office.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

Fang Zhiran: "......"

This barf, this color paper, this laser ticket, ahhhhhhh this is that 18+ homo vale of "Days and Nights Entwined with a Senior Brother".

"Your snacks ......" Ji Xingchuan said, "The handle chart is pretty clear."