Chapter 46: 46 Is it fun?

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@Voice Actor- Lu Zhu (Yu Zhuye): @Small Snowflakes of Winter, @Small Snowflakes of Winter, tsk, you two don't want to steal from my fans, I'll just make a generous donation.

@ Lu Zhu When will you try to attack the sound: the once missing person Mr. Winter has been so active lately that it scares me.

@Bad Eyes: @Small Snowflakes winter, ah ah ah ah Snowflakes teacher posting post, double stretched ecstasy, so like you and Lu Zhu cooperation "fourteen", compulsion to me.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

The cell phone perked up, and the Desire Phoenix Emperor arrived.

[ Lu Zhu ]: [ radio drama schoolboy chasing me ], take it, listen carefully, I'll test you next time we meet.

[F]: ......

[ Lu Zhu ]: I think this one is my pinnacle at the moment, the car part over and over again, the director didn't even bother to interrupt me.

[F]: ......

What a strange thing you're proud of!

There's no reason not to take a bite out of a freebie, Fang Zhiran scanned his roommate, who was watching a movie, and put on his headphones.

Lu Zhu As always, he plays consistently and his voice is sweet and soft, it's this drama ......

You call that relentless pursuit?

The attacker just puts an umbrella over the victim and cooks, and gives him a couple of books, and the two of them start ......?

Fang Zhiran: "......"

If it's called a hot pursuit, what's my side, a soul hunt?

Fang Zhiran did not expect the answer, Fang Zhiran fell asleep listening to the radio play.

*

The next day, the sky of S city was still snowing lightly, and the temperature was still very low. Fang Zhiran put on his thickest down jacket, holding an umbrella, and walked all the way to the college building.

There's a lot of snow piled up on the branches by the side of the road, and he looks at it a couple of times, can't help it, fishes a quicksand mahjong out of his pocket, shakes it, holds it up, and fishes out his cell phone again.

Ah, missing a hand.

Just as he was wrestling with whether or not to hold the umbrella in his mouth, a hand reached out and took hold of the handle for him.

"Shoot." A familiar voice rang out, "Here, take it."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

He shook the quicksand mahjong again, close to the snow and treetops, and took a short video of the quicksand falling.

"I can still give you a character jinx." Ji Xingchuan says, "Want one? You're going to get it later anyway, Cosmic Overlord Ran?"

Fang Zhiran's hand froze as he snapped the picture, "Don't predict the course of my behavior, the Overlords of the Universe will sanction you."

He grimaced as he put away the runny hemp and took the umbrella back from the other man.

"What would Fang Zhiran like to eat tonight?" Ji Xingchuan asks, "Chicken leg rice, cake, or more cereal?"

"Want to eat a couple of euros." Fang Zhiran said, "Ten consecutive out cards later."

Ji Xingchuan : "...... for a non-abstract."

The two entered the college building one after the other and went to the office.

The air conditioning in the office was on and the warm air was welcome.

"Did Qian Men take on a new project?" Pan Xu sits by the windowsill, yawning, "Just watched Qin Fan move buckets of magnesium powder."

"Right." Gan Wanhe said, "Seeing how proud Old Money looks lately, I guess he has a new job."

Gan Wanhe: "Fang Zhiran, what are you doing?"

"This door seems to be a little shaky ......" Fang Zhiran crouched down and held the door to check it out, "Huh, the hinges are a little loose."

Fang Zhiran: "Got a hammer? Forget it, no."

Ji Xingchuan, who was putting on his lab coat, watched as the boy stomped his foot on the hinge on the side of the door.

"Fixed." Fang Zhiran said.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

Ji Xingchuan coughed softly and took a sip from his glass of water to suppress his shock.

"It's still snowing outdoors today, and there's a lot of dampness." Ji Xingchuan said, "The next group's experiment is doing magnesium alloy, remember to put your umbrellas on the shelves outside when you go into the lab, remember to check for water stains on your clothes when you change your shoes, and pay attention to your own safety."

"I know." Gan Wanhe said, "Be careful."

"I'll have the lab instructor remind Qian Men later so they don't stack magnesium powder and aluminum powder in large quantities in the lab." He put on his gloves and waited at the door, "Come on Ran Ran, let's go to the lab."

"Go." Fang Zhiran, a meritorious member of Xiumen, followed.

The lab was crowded today and everyone was busy with the project at hand.

Fang Zhiran gave Ji Xingchuan a hand as usual.

The man is quite serious when he is serious, distinguishing between business and personal matters, and explaining to him while operating, without bringing their little personal matters to the lab.

He followed along, getting on with it himself if he knew what he was doing, and asking questions if he didn't.

"Wait for me here." Ji Xingchuan said, "I'll get the samples."

He stopped in front of the sample cabinet and opened the door.

Mr. Chen's student is standing near the sample cabinet and is switching to an empty gas cylinder.

The cylinder was not stabilized, and it swayed and tilted in the direction of Ji Xingchuan.

Fang Zhiran, who was following Ji Xingchuan, reacted quickly by reaching out and helping to push back the heavy gas cylinder, which made a muffled sound.

"You be careful." He said.

The normally well-behaved looking boy looked coldly askance.

"Sorry sorry sorry." The other party quickly apologized, "It's a bit heavy, I didn't hold it, thank you."

Ji Xingchuan closed the sample cabinet, pushed the boy's shoulder, and led the man out of the lab.

"Look at the arm." In the office, Ji Xingchuan said.

"Huh? I'm fine." Fang Zhiran said.

The other man ignored him, and the cuffs of his lab coat were rolled up, along with his sweater.

On the boy's small, snow-white arm, there was a greenish-red bruise.

"Pan Xu." Ji Xingchuan raised his voice, "Help me carry the medicine chest."

Pan Xu, who was crackling on his keyboard, flipped off the windowsill and leapt down, "Here it comes! Ouch, what the hell."

"Be careful." Pan Xu rambles, "I accidentally lifted a chunk out of my nail last time and it hurt so bad I didn't write my paper for two weeks, heh."

"Does that make you happy?" Fang Zhiran asked.

Pan Xu : "That's not true."

"You laugh like you want to do it again." Fang Zhiran said.

Here he is fighting with Senior Pan Ji Xingchuan unwrapped a bottle of potion and poured some onto a cotton pad.

Wrists were pressed by the other party, a slight coolness on the arm, the pain soothing at the same time, the injured side of the medicinal cotton rubbed slightly itchy, Fang Zhiran a little uncomfortable struggling down.

"Don't move." The wrist was squeezed tighter.

"You can go slower, it'll heal in a minute." Fang Zhiran said.

"Then you return to blood to see the strength." Ji Xingchuan rubbed the medicine on him nonchalantly, "The morning's experiments are almost ready to be wrapped up, so you can go back and rest in the afternoon."

"Then you go and get busy, I can apply the medicine myself." Fang Zhiran said.

"I know you can." His Master said, "But I want a chance."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Pan Xu went out to pour a glass of water and came back halfway through pushing the office door open just in time to see his youngest brother jump up and smash his laptop on his senior's head.

Pan Xu: "?"

Ji Xingchuan (hp-1): "."

*

At noon, Fang Zhiran went back to the dormitory with a load of cake and fruit for free.

On the way, the Comic-Con work group was chatting quite a bit.

[cosplayer Su Yue]:There's a small show in U City this weekend, just me and Snowflakes as guest cosplayers, anyone coming?

[ Yu Zhuye ]:@Winter's Little Snowflakes, what are you out this week?

[coser Su Yue]: He's coming out with me in a series that's all advertiser-specific.

[coser Su Yue]: It's that post-apocalyptic themed shooter that's been so hot lately. [image]

[ Yu Zhuye ]: ah ah ah ah it's that white-haired Commander Junior in the promo video, that waist that leg tsk tsk.

[Little Snowflakes of Winter]: I like it.

[ Winter's Little Snowflakes ]: ?

[coser Su Yue]: I'm out of the mercenary carrying the rocket launcher next to him.

[coser Xiao Lin]:@Winter's Little Snowflakes, come by for some return pictures.

[Winter's Little Snowflakes]: I guess the props will be heavy, so we'll see how it shoots when the time comes.

Fang Zhiran went back to the dormitory to eat lunch, opened the app, and booked a ticket to U City.

It just so happened that it had been so long since school started and he hadn't been home yet.

After this trip to U City as an official cosplayer, he was able to go home to see his mom.

He thought about opening WeChat and asked Ji Xingchuan for a vacation-

[F]: I'm going to u city this weekend.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Well, Ran Ran reported it to me.

[F]: penguin sitting and shivering.jpg

[F]: Ran is going to be a panda and you're going to catch other cows and horses to work for you.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: No one else.

[F]:.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Is cosplay fun?

[F]: Fun. You go play cos, don't think about playing cosplayer all the time.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Okay.

[F]:?

*

A few days later, Fang Zhiran's plane took off from the city of S and landed in the city of U at ten o'clock in the morning.

People from the Comic-Con organizers were waiting for him at the airport, holding up a sign with Snowflakes painted on it, which was very eye-catching.

Fang Zhiran carried a big bag and said hello to someone.

"Is Mr. Snowflakes alone?" The organizer asks, "Without logistics?"

Fang Zhiran: "Just me."

Clear Light Culture doesn't give cosplayers logistics, and usually an assistant follows him around, which doesn't help much.

He's going to stop working together in the near future, his assistant's bonuses are gone, and he's in a hurry to train new people to go, much less follow him.

He skillfully completed his change and makeup in the dressing room provided by the exhibitor and sat down at the guest table in time for the book signing to begin.

Old friend Su Yue turned around to survey him, tutting as he did so, "Little Snowflakes, what a great face."

"Want it?" Fang Zhiran twirled the prop pistol in his hand, "Dad taught you how to cast off."

"It's beautiful for you." Su Yue raised her hand and pointed down, "You see that long line? They're all here to line you up, I'll see if you can still smile later."

Fang Zhiran was unimpressed: "Where's the long line? It's a short line."

As the words fall, Gluttony shines into reality.

Short queues eat short queues, short queues become long queues, in just ten seconds or so, a long queue that could not see the end of the line appeared in front of him.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"My little Snowflakes is really on fire." He said, "What about all the people who came to see me?"

"Your underwater filming and novel promotion video is really well shot." Su Yue said, "I read the microblogging, today a lot of people specially flew over from abroad to see you, you hurry to let the organizer now card queue line, or else wait just one by one interaction, can play you waste."

Su Yue raised his hand and called the organizer, "Your signed tickets are a bit oversold, aren't they? Hurry up and get him stuck in the queue line and refund the rest."

The people from the organizer apologized repeatedly, "I'm really sorry, there is a lack of experience on the channel side when opening the ticket, Snowflakes teacher, we will go to card the quota now."

"Wait." Fang Zhiran tapped the table, "No need for cards, this number of people can sign."

He hadn't missed the long lines at Comic-Con, where people came from all over for the love of it, and came together because they loved a person or a character.

The pain of being told temporarily that the line is full he knows best.

"Sign." Fang Zhiran slammed the table, "Sign the contract with little Snowflakes, human!"

Organizer: "......"

Su Yue: "......"

This thing is no wonder that the x station voted out the number one cosplayer business ability list, the enthusiasm of this middle-aged period has not receded at all ah.

For most of the afternoon, Fang Zhiran was busy, busy with group photos, busy writing to sign, busy accepting fan feeds, next to Su Yue lying down for several rounds, dozing off to ooc, he froze not idle at all.

"Snowflakes," the little girl standing in front of him was speaking rapidly as each person had only 30 seconds to interact, "Oooooooooh damn organizers oversold it, I'll always love you!"

"That's a pretty word." The little girl says, "Here, Snowflakes, take a picture! Lend me that gun of yours for a pose."

"That one is average." Fang Zhiran carried a prop sniper rifle from his feet, "Carry this, this is cool, it'll blow you away for a year."

The little girl held the group photo, covered her mouth and snickered, and walked away satisfied.

Mr. Snowflakes moved his sore wrist and welcomed his next fan.

Unlike other fans who rushed up and handed them around for autographs and then various confessions, this one was calm as a fake fan.

What? Introverted, huh?

I'll fix it.

"Anything you want me to sign?" Slightly long white broken hair covered his forehead, the boy's speech slowed down a bit, "Or how would you like to take a picture together? We're running out of time today, we only have 30 seconds to interact, you don't ......"

Fang Zhiran froze.

The person in front of him was tall, and the other was wearing a black trench coat with a plaid scarf tied around his neck, which blocked a small portion of his face.

But the superior eye shape and high nose were enough for Fang Zhiran to recognize him.

"What are you doing here, old thief?" He lowered his voice.

"I wanted to cosplay as an avid fan of Mr. Snowflakes," Ji Xingchuan said. Ji Xingchuan said, "Get a 'Winter Snowflakes' to sign, and then I'll let you take a picture with me and make a heart."

Ji Xingchuan: "Now I've changed my mind."

Ji Xingchuan : "I'm a fake fan with no desire right now, so just sit there."

"Take a 30-second break." He said, "Hardworking little Snowflakes teacher."