Chapter 41: 41 You, scheming!

Fang Zhiran took the desk as Lu Zhu , and smashed it.

Careless.

To this day, everyone has a different definition of a snack.

His snacks are cereal, Lu Zhu's snacks are ...... need to be mosaicked cereal.

As for Lu Zhu's cousin, he wants to eat real snacks now.

Fang Zhiran stretched out a finger and closed the box, blocking the golden light in front of him.

Creak, the box opens again by itself.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

"It has a paper clasp." Ji Xingchuan hands on.

"There's a compartment underneath, it has to be covered first." Fang Zhiran said, "No, no, no, you haven't found the place."

Fang Zhiran cranked up, "Leave it alone, Winter Boss, watch me violently suppress, you filth, quickly suffer death."

"Does ...... my hand count?" Ji Xingchuan said slyly.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Fang Zhiran let go, allowing Ji Xingchuan to take his hand out of his hand that he hadn't had time to retreat.

He closed the box with a sigh of relief, picked up his cell phone, and messaged Lu Zhu.

[F]: Give me an address, and I'll give you back this box of mosaics.

[ Lu Zhu ]: damn, why! Angry.jpg, do you want to go online and see what they're worth!

[ Lu Zhu ]: This is Seaview Valley!

Is that right?

Fang Zhiran opens a second-hand sales site and is stunned by the zeroes at the end of the price.

How much is 10,000?

With the filter of price, the shank figure is suddenly noble.

He swept Ji Xingchuan's eyes at the bar in his hand, this movement, this posture, this expression, simply the more you look at it, the sweeter it gets.

Wait a minute.

"Why do you have one in your hand when my case is closed?" He asked.

"Haha." Ji Xingchuan said, "It's pretty well made, I just took it out to look at it."

[ Lu Zhu ]: This is an out-of-print valley, it won't come out later.

[F]: The book is so hot? And the neighborhood.

[ Lu Zhu ]: Are you feeling rustic?

[ Lu Zhu ]: Generally everyone is cursing the dirt in the open while peeking behind their backs.

[ Lu Zhu ]: The author doesn't mind you being poor, and you don't mind the author being dirt.

[F]: Since it's an out-of-print valley, I'll laugh at it. (*^▽^*)

Fang Zhiran picked off Ji Xingchuan's hand "ten thousand dollars" and put it in his pocket.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

"Poor Ji Xingchuan," spoke the voice from the door, "alone in an empty office, we have come at this moment to give him a little night snack, and later he will surely ......"

The door was pushed open.

"This is the office." Fang Zhiran said, "Aizou please go to the stage."

"Fang Zhiran, what a sweet mouth." Gan Wanhe was dressed in a pretty outfit that had just finished shopping, "I just finished watching a movie with your Sister Chu and passed by downstairs to deliver some late night snacks to my fellow disciples."

Gan Wanhe: "Huh?"

"Wow, so you're not alone? There is also a sweet-talking cute little brother accompanied, the two sit quite close ah, Fang Zhiran is not also touched the hand of the senior brother? Office is a good place ah ......"

A line of pop-ups floated past Gan Wanhe's mind.

"Excuse me." Gan Wanhe smiles kindly.

Fang Zhiran moved a little to the side uncomfortably, his ears a little red.

Ji Xingchuan's eyes moved away from his senior brother and his ears turned a little red.

Gan Wanhe: "?"

What the hell? Heartbeat really didn't turn on the sound.

Gan Wanhe put down the chicken fillet and walked out of the office suspiciously.

Try another guy?

Qin Fan had just finished a simulation experiment and was coming out in a daze, wanting to go to the end of the corridor to get some fresh air, and just as he went out the door, he bumped into Guo Men's Gan Wanhe.

He'd tried to lay low and circle around, but he didn't realize Gan Wanhe was glaring directly in his direction, death stare.

Qin Fan tilts her head, "?"

Qin Fan was puzzled for a moment, his eyes grew firm, "Are you calling me stupid?!"

Gan Wanhe showed a look of disbelief.

So Pan Xu, who was sitting in front of his computer, writing furiously, answered a phone call.

"Sister, what's the matter?" Pan Xu asks, "Borrowing three psych students right? Yes, yes, right away."

In the office, Fang Zhiran found an opaque bag and packed the grain tightly.

His best friend was still busy and he decided to wait for Ji Xingchuan to return with him.

"Ji, the chicken fillet is delicious." He complimented profusely.

"Later." Ji Xingchuan was working on the keyboard, "I can't spare my hands at the moment."

Fang Zhiran had a hand, and he stuck a piece of chicken fillet on a bamboo skewer and handed it to Ji Xingchuan's mouth, "Ah..."

Ji Xingchuan opens his mouth and takes the Snowflakes Chicken Fillet that Little Snowflakes feeds him.

"What are you working on?" Fang Zhiran curiously came over and saw his name on the computer screen, "The International ...... Physics Championship?"

"Uh-huh." Ji Xingchuan said, "Guo Men represented U of A in the competition last week after the school judged them."

"Qian Men shall not cry to death." Fang Zhiran raised his voice.

"Keep your voice down." Ji Xingchuan cried and laughed, "The Qian Men have hung you on the door."

Fang Zhiran : "...... talking like you weren't banned."

"This is a physics tournament for college students, master's degree students and above are not allowed to compete." Ji Xingchuan drew up the entry list, "So, I'm the team director, you, Sister Gan Wanhe, are the assistant director, Lao Guo is the mascot, and you're the captain."

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Fang Zhiran is pumping his fists.

Ji Xingchuan : "Ready to start accumulating knowledge?"

"Ready to start designing the uniforms!" Fang Zhiran rattled his chair with excitement, "Guo Men, go global."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

Fang Zhiran rocks his chair as Ji Xingchuan fills out the resumes of his team members.

Fang Zhiran, 21, born Jan. 10, has a bachelor's degree in materials science engineering and is transferring to U of A for a master's degree in physics.

Ji Xingchuan has filled in all the awards he received during his undergraduate studies, the papers he published, and the results of his six months in graduate school.

"You remember so well." Fang Zhiran said.

He searched for the long list he couldn't even remember.

"I've seen your resume before." Ji Xingchuan said, "I can't forget it."

Ji Xingchuan : "Haha."

"Awesome awesome." Fang Zhiran got tired of watching, "I'm going to the restroom."

He had just pushed the door open when Ji Xingchuan picked up his cell phone and dialed Jiang Feng's number.

"Hey, Brother Ji." Jiang Feng answered the phone, "I'm here."

"Send me a copy of your resume to my e-mail." Ji Xingchuan says, "From high school to graduate school, be detailed."

Jiang Feng: "Yes, sir."

Fang Zhiran kicked the office door open.

"There's something wrong with Qian Men." Fang Zhiran said, "That no-entry bar at their entrance adds Sister Gan Wanhe to the list."

"It's all right." Ji Xingchuan said, "Let the Qian Men fend for themselves."

Fang Zhiran: "?"

*

Fang Zhiran accompanied his senior brother to finish filling out the tournament registration information and returned to the dormitory with his Seaview Valley in his arms. After he had washed up and changed into his pajamas, he scanned his crib and revealed an expression of immense disgust.

It is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

He flattened himself out on the bed and messaged Ji Xingchuan.

[F]: Kiyo, I miss your bed.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Just the bed?

[F]: The bathroom is kind of wanting too.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: penguin jumping rope.jpg, my door is always open.

[F]: (*^▽^*)

[F]: I've been thinking a little bit lately about coming up with a main character for this fanfic, can you see if I'm a good fit? [Screenshot]

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: If it's not a trade show, if you like it, you can get out of it, it's supposed to be fun.

Welp, basher can be found.

Fang Zhiran just went to college, the dormitory are three-dimensional people, chatting about nothing more than playing games and chasing girls, boredom for a month, he began to post in school forums looking for secondary homeland, see the secondary avatar shouting off each other.

Contestant #1 is a fat otaku who devotes himself to sending him all sorts of galgame □□□ HD pictures every day, which Fang Zhiran deleted angrily.

Contestant #2 is a two-pronged ape who devotes his days to eyeballing the earthlings at school and then telling him he's a dumbass, and before Fang Zhiran can delete it, the other guy sends him a "you're a dumbass" and then pulls the plug on him.

Since then, he's learned that even if they're all secondary fans, they can't just grab anyone and get together for some silly fun.

It's rare that little Snowflakes and winter talk so well together!

With that in mind, he clicked on the x-site.

[After the exquisite analysis of big data, the system has recommended the video "Winter x Winter's Little Snowflakes, Past Life and Present Life Big Clips" according to your preference.]

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

What? That fast? The story's all made up?

You haven't even shown your face in the winter and you're cutting a video? Driven by curiosity, he clicked in.

The video begins, a black-clothed teenager half-kneeling under the flower tree, the broken sword in his hand on the ground, the gusty wind rises, rolled the flower leaves.

A gentle, calm voice suddenly sounded around them.

What's wrong with you? Are you hurt?

The teenager wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and looked up gently.

[Don't be afraid, we'll meet again.]

The teenager collapsed under the flowering tree, a smile still on his lips.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Cow, you guys cow, his past work and the dub of Winter Sensei, this can be turned out to be a mashup, Snowflakes Jr. and his system Winter right?

The scene changes again as the boy, clad in a school uniform, rides through the city in the height of summer.

A fuzzy sound of electricity suddenly resounded around them, as if they were separated by a distant time and space.

The voice was like a whisper, and gradually became clearer in one's ears.

[Zip ...... Zip ...... Hello, remember?]

[We meet again.]

The boy leaned against the tree, tears glistening in the pupils of his open eyes.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Crap, there's abuse to be had.

I have to say that these guys who do the pulling are pulling ridiculously hard, but it's really something.

He shared it in passing with his squeaky clean best friend.

[F]: What a great cut.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: So sweet.

[F]: Brainstorming is so strong, bgm jams are so absolute.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: So sweet.

@WinterSnowflakes gives a one-button trifecta with the comment "great technique".

@Winter gives a one-click trifecta and leaves the message "sweet".

It's a pleasure to have a friend to talk to, and it wasn't long before Fang Zhiran fell asleep.

*

The next day was Monday, and Fang Zhiran had a full day of classes.

In the last class of the afternoon, he took his laptop to the classroom, found a corner and sat down, listening as he wrote his lab report.

He'd just knocked out a date when, at the bottom of his computer, Su Jia's pain-masked avatar lit up.

[ Su Jia ]: Do you know the cosplayer Jing Yu?

[F]: I don't know hey.

[ Su Jia ]: [link], the collaborative cosplayer that was eventually invited for the novel There's Always Sky, makeup photos have been taken, and people are clearly trying to take on There's Always Time.

[Su Jia]: [photograph], Jing Yu.

[ Su Jia ]: You've been scolded oh little Snowflakes, under Jing Yu's microblogging, eighty percent of which is officially guided.

[F]: Look.

He clicked on a link to a tweet from Su Jia--

[Jing Yu looks good, when is Jing Yu going to Comic-Con, you're much better looking than that little Snowflakes with the high P's.]

[Our Jing Yu is a university bully, he's very busy studying, how can he have time to participate in the Comic-Con, unlike that little Snowflakes, who has so many Comic-Con schedules, he shouldn't have studied for a few days.]

[Good luck with Total Divas!]

[Hahahaha Snowflakes, isn't that the one that does the cp marketing in the winter with the face stickers? These two, one high p and one too ugly to show their faces, are indeed a perfect match.]

[? Nuts, since when does the cos scene have to talk in terms of education?]

[Don't look at Snowflakes as a cute teenage girl on the internet, but maybe he's got a dark history of failing at life in his private life.]

[F]: They complimented me on my cuteness, heh heh.

[ Su Jia ]: ......

[ Su Jia ]: cover your face and cry.jpg, there's no one in the world who can break your defense at all, right?

[F]: Class dismissed, Szemaja bye-bye.

[ Su Jia ]: Ah ah ah ah.

A co-branded drink was released today, and when I passed by the Education Mart, Fang Zhiran went in to look for it.

And there it was, four different drinks on the shelf.

Buy it, must buy it, the anime I'm watching is so good that I have to support it.

Fang Zhiran emptied the shelves of a dozen bottles.

"Dude, is this drink good?" Someone next to him asked him.

Fang Zhiran : "Delicious."

"Then share two bottles with me." The guy says, "I've been chasing my girlfriend lately, and I want to bring her something good to eat every day."

Fang Zhiran carried a bottle out of the basket and handed it to the other man, he carried the drink to the counter to pay for it, his mind still on what the other man had just said.

Bringing good food so you can chase people?

Then you all have quite a problem chasing people.

He swept up a shared bike and rode it to the college building, passing by Qian Men's door, he looked at the door out of habit, only to find that the prohibited sign on the door had disappeared.

"Tsk, tsk." Pan Xu shakes his head, "Torn apart by your Gan Wanhe Sister."

Pan Xu: "Serves you right, always bullying us Fang Zhiran and Xiaoxing, this time you've got an iron plate."

It's dinnertime, and Fang Zhiran unwraps a loaf of bread, sits at his desk, and listens to a radio drama on his headphones.

Lu Zhu sent him a big abusive drama, the kind where the attacker abuses the victim in the early stage and the attacker chases the victim in the later stage, abusing him to the point that his heart is twitching.

A hand reached out and waved it in front of his eyes, ah, it was his secondary ally coming.

"What are you listening to that you're so focused on?" Ji Xingchuan asked.

"You want to listen?" Fang Zhiran took off one of the wired earphones and handed it to Ji Xingchuan, "Pin it."

Over the headphones, the man shouted tearfully, chasing him to the beach, "Find, if I don't find the lady tonight, I'll make you all die with her!"

"So sadistic, so good." Fang Zhiran pounds the table, "More."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

"And the previous part, I like it too." Fang Zhiran cranked up the playback progress and pulled it forward a bit.

"Hmph, you're just a stand-in." The man in the headset said indifferently.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

The boy was close to him, still not moving around very honestly, and the hair sticking up from his head occasionally brushed his cheek, softly, leaving a slight hot tickle.

"One for Mr. Winter, too!" Fang Zhiran said, "I'll let you guys bury this one."

Ji Xingchuan: "No."

Danger radar went off in my head.

The door was gently pushed open by Jiang Feng.

"Elder Brother Ji, my stove blew up a bit!" Jiang Feng says, "Can you come and help me see what's going on?"

"Uh-huh." Ji Xingchuan stood up.

Good, very good.

Brain version update, loaded with pre-judgment now.

Fang Zhiran pulls the progress bar back up and continues to listen to the earth play.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on a corner of the desk.

Ah, lots of food.

For a while now, Ji Xingchuan seems to like bringing snacks into the office.

His eyelids fluttered lightly.

The episode of the radio play gradually draws to a close, with ed's song cutting in gently.

Further back, no updates yet.

He took off his headphones and rubbed his ears.

I want to discuss radio dramas with Winter Sensei so badly, and I'm so happy to play with Kiyo.

The cell phone screen showed an incoming call.

Caller: Mr. Guo

"Teacher." Fang Zhiran answered the phone nicely, "What's wrong?"

"Fang Zhiran, is your brother Ji there?" Lao Guo asked, "I'm looking for him, but I can't get through on the phone."

"He went into the lab." Fang Zhiran said, "Brother Jiang blew up the lab furnace and asked him to help watch the situation."

"Oh oh, good." Lao Guo dinged a few words, "This is really important to pay attention to, before you do the experiment, wipe the apparatus well, and pay attention to the surrounding area, don't pile up the materials, and remember to clean up the equipment after the experiment."

"Good, I remember everything." Fang Zhiran said.

Lao Guo is also very concerned about him, and he often cares about him as a student on the phone, even though he is so far away.

"Your senior brother is not here, you help me." Lao Guo says, "His computer is on his desk, right?"

Fang Zhiran: "Yes."

"I have a recent academic achievement that I asked him to help me archive, you should be able to find it if you look on his computer desktop." Mr. Guo reported the name of the paper.

"Can you be specific about the folders?" Fang Zhiran looked around, "He doesn't have a single document on his desktop, it's full of folders, with 'crap', 'trouble', 'not very important' and 'very important'. "and 'very important'."

Lao Guo: "?"

Lao Guo: "Pick that 'very important'."

"Good." Fang Zhiran clicked on the folder, "Teacher, your academics, they should be complicated."

"It's okay." Lao Guo smiled, "You're only in your first year of study, so you shouldn't be able to read it, but when you get to the doctoral level, you'll be able to understand it."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

What's this?

Why does the stuff in this very important folder look so familiar?

"Ancient Costume", "Female Costume", "Beast Costume", "Haphazard Costume Crash".

This category, isn't it a big collection of his cos?

"Fang Zhiran." Lao Guo asked, "Stunned by the results of your teacher's thesis?"

Fang Zhiran clicked on the folder "Shit" and found Lao Guo's paper as expected, and sent it to Lao Guo by WeChat.

"Fang Zhiran, look in the drawer again." Lao Guo says, "What's in there, you scan it for me."

Fang Zhiran opened a drawer and found patent books, and a notebook.

This notebook, too? Fang Zhiran flipped through it--

[Loves pure radio dramas, doesn't resist pure love, and especially enjoys sadistic earthy dramas].

[As an example: might also enjoy earthy fiction].

[Prefers queen-size bed]

[Cite one, like big room, big bathroom.]

[Don't like wearing women's clothes? Doesn't seem like it lately.]

[Persimmons can be very distasteful when you get tired of them, and persimmon trees sit in a row.]

Fang Zhiran: "......"

What's this?

Fang Zhiran 习性分析?

"Sweep it up." Fang Zhiran started grinding his teeth, "Mr. Guo, is there anything else you want?"

Mr. Guo: "......"

"No more no more." Teacher Guo hurriedly said, "You play by yourself, teacher won't bother you."

With a snap, Lao Guo hangs up the phone.

The phone hangs up, but Fang Zhiran's brain is still going--

The famous detective, Zhiran, is on the line.

At first it was the sudden appearance of yummy snacks on his desk that made him want to come around the college building twice a day after class.

Next, there's the winter radio station that suddenly lights up one day, then the one-on-one winter radio station, and then the thing he wished for and wanted to eat while chatting about it shows up on his desk.

Then again, Winter Sensei lifted his vest and became his senior, becoming a second best friend who had nothing to say.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Combining the 50 pure love manga he'd recently read, the 21 pure love radio dramas he'd listened to, and the few mosaic beauties generously gifted to him by Yellow Bamboo, there was only one truth.

I don't have a ghost in my heart. What about you?

The office door was gently pushed open and Ji Xingchuan removed his plastic gloves, threw them into the trash can, turned and closed the door, and with skillful movements sat down next to him.

Ji Xingchuan helped himself to one headset and put another on him.

"Which one do you want to listen to below?" Ji Xingchuan asked.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Ji Xingchuan's eyes stopped on the computer desktop.

On the lower temporary work bar, the folder "Very Important" was still open, and Ji Xingchuan's hand paused as he was picking out a radio drama.

"Ah, sorry for touching your computer." Fang Zhiran said, "Lao Guo was in a bit of a hurry and asked me to find something for him."

Ji Xingchuan's eyes rested on the notebook on the table again.

Fang Zhiran: "Excuse me, Lao Guo is looking for ......."

That's not true. I'm explaining shit. I'm embarrassed about something.

Isn't it you who should be explaining more?

He took a deep breath.

"Old winter thief." He shot up, "What are you trying to do to your secondary allies?"