Chapter 48: 48 Why are you messing with him?

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The moment the winter snow falls: aaaaahhhh? Teacher, you're the one who took my picture with Snowflakes today, I'm crying my eyes out. I couldn't even get a ticket to your meeting.

@Want Lu Zhu Signature: ????? @WantWinterSignature

@WantWinterSignature: Holy shit, I'm from U. I would have gone to Comic-Con today if I had known. I saw the long line on the X station's live feed, and I was glad I didn't go out. Gosh I feel like these people are making a killing, waiting in line to see two people.

@TasteTheSnowflakes :? Did you stand in line today? You stood in front of me, and you helped me pick up a Snowflakes poster I accidentally dropped on the floor, I thought it was a cosplayer, tall and handsome.

@Winter's Snowing: I can't see your face with the mask and hat on, but I'll see whoever says Winter is ugly or has a good voice will be fat.

@EyesGood: That's high-fashion, who you're sticking it to. But @ClearLightCulture, I'm crying my eyes out, you guys can really put gold on your face, you guys really, after three years, you didn't give Snowflakes a logistical assistant, his popularity is not what it used to be as a small cosplayer ah, you guys are just playing the role of a share of the money, aren't you? Snowflakes' business assistant is useless.

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In the bathroom, Fang Zhiran gripped the hem of his pajamas and looked in the mirror, spraying some medicine on his waist and applying Band-Aids to a few obvious cuts.

His eyes rested on the bag of medication in his hand, staring at the familiar name of the store for half a second.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Winter Teacher bumped into that old secondary of Mr. Liu, I think.

I can't blame him, the middle child is a bit of a people-pleaser.

As he wiped his hair, he went back to his bedroom. In just a few moments, Ji Xingchuan had cleaned up his c-suit, smoothed his wig, put a hairnet on it, and put it back in the self-sealing bag.

"Off duty, logistics teacher." Fang Zhiran knocked on the door frame, "You leave it there, I'll do it myself."

"You go take a shower." He urged, "Look in that closet next to you and see if there's anything you like to wear later after the shower."

Ji Xingchuan pulled open the closet and stared at the cabinet full of comic books for two seconds, "Is that supposed to make me give myself a holy light?"

Fang Zhiran: "......"

It's been so long since I've been back, I forgot where I left my clothes.

He rummaged through a drawer for a set of pajamas and tossed them over to the man.

Ji Xingchuan hugged his clothes and headed for the bathroom.

Fang Zhiran busy most of the day, finally next to the bed, he comfortably lay down, opened the phone.

[ Su Jia ]: I take back what I said before about Mr. Winter being a one-sided acquaintance and not a deep friend. It was I, Sima Linghan, who was too narrow-minded.

[ Su Jia ]: This temperament, this dress, at first glance is a good man.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Three views follow the five senses?

Wait, how do you know my senior brother is good looking?

With a hint of skepticism, he opened Snowflakes' Twitter account, and the comments under the top blog had tripled.

What? Dad got flushed?

Fang Zhiran opened the comments section -

[Little Snowflakes, sneak up on me and tell me if Mr. Winter's face is handsome.]

[What kind of relationship do you two have, even if you hold hands in the live broadcast room, you still want to go to Comic-Con together?]

[This scene is so sweet, [image] speed painted one, not taking drafts].

What's the situation?

He clicked on Clear Light Culture's twitter account and there was nothing, mcn's last post was yesterday.

He clicked on Winter's tweet again.

Ah, Nine Figures, when was it taken.

His makeup is so pretty at this angle... what a photo of Snowflakes' life.

Looking at Ai Te in the winter, he could probably guess what was happening.

He also saw an acquaintance in the comments section--

@Voice Actor - Lu Zhu (Yu Zhuye): I thought we turned down new jobs in the winter, but it turns out we're working for Mr. Snowflakes.

@ClearLightCulture: Sorry @Small Snowflakes' winter, teacher, just now the duty account operation took matters into his own hands and gave a mistake, apologized to the teacher.

Winter in @Small Snowflakes: Our company @WillMoonMedia is treating our employees very well, and we have no plans to jump ship for the time being. If your company is short of employees, why don't you first think about how to improve the treatment of employees. After all, I am extremely sociopathic, and without logistics, I will be silent.

@ShogunmoonMedia: Oops, our bottom of the barrel Winter Sensei has been seen by everyone. That's just right, please pay more attention to winter teacher's meeting, by the way [winter teacher's work link].

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Why do you think you messed with him?

I wouldn't even dare mess with it.

However, Will Moon Media really does value their winter teachers.

The man's work in the last year has been as scarce as an oasis in the Sahara, but Will Moon Media's big number still killed Winter's tweets down at the first opportunity.

It's a good company.

Ah, I'd love to be a coworker with Mr. Winter.

Wait a minute.

He and I are already colleagues in the same division.

Can't get enough of being in the same office? Huh?

A few minutes later, the account "Winter's Snowflakes" posted a tweet - "I'm not sure what I'm talking about.

@Winter's Little Snowflakes : clown.jpg, @ClearLightCulture, you're this.

Comments section -

@WinterSnowFall: hahahahaha little Snowflakes I love you for pulling out all the emotional value of today's signing.

@coronationcoronation get out of the vegetable world: ?????? Hahahahahahaha.

@CeleryGetOutOfVegetables: little Snowflakes is almost done with the agency, isn't it, @ClearLightCulture, hurry up and let go, don't be disgusting.

@Fry the chicken until golden brown and crispy: @WillMoonMedia, @HoosierCivic, got an email, trying to drop off a resume for my baby.

Fang Zhiran put down his cell phone and suffered a sudden attack of hunger.

It's a big night and I'm hungry from watching Netflix id.

Yeah, it's almost 10:00 p.m., and neither he nor Ji Xingchuan have had dinner yet.

It coincided with Ji Xingchuan coming out of the bathroom, "Ranran, should we get something to eat?"

Fang Zhiran went to the kitchen and rummaged through the cupboards and found a box of instant noodles in the corner of the cupboard.

"This brand is pretty tasty." He lifted two packets from it, "Zero bad reviews for deliciousness."

"It's been two years since it expired." Ji Xingchuan pointed to the production date and showed him, "Wait and eat your death, there really are no bad reviews."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

*

Nearly 22:00 pm, the drugstore moncler outlet store is closed, the door of the two figures walked past one after another.

"Junior." Liu called out to Fang Zhiran, "Starting another mission?"

"I'm going to save the world." Fang Zhiran said whatever he could.

"That's great." Liu wiped a non-existent tear from his eye, "This time, you finally have a partner to go forward with!"

Fang Zhiran was stunned and didn't answer.

"Don't worry, Grandpa." Ji Xingchuan's timbre sounded a bit lazy in the evening breeze, "Will conquer the universe with him."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

You're really just, like, talking to people, talking to ghosts, picking up on everything.

There was still some light on the ramp, and a nearby rice noodle store was still open.

"Boss, two orders of rice noodles." Fang Zhiran said at the boss.

"Hey, coming right up." The owner went to the back kitchen to get busy.

The tables and chairs of the small store are worn out, and look like they have some traces of age. Ji Xingchuan rubbed them for half a day and found that it did not help, so he gave up.

"Winter teacher, you don't want to live in a comfortable single dormitory and come to my place to eat roadside stalls." Fang Zhiran said, "Do you regret it?"

"What's so comfortable about being 'single'?" Ji Xingchuan said.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"Did you buy a ticket?" Fang Zhiran changed the subject, "For the return trip."

"Not yet." Ji Xingchuan said.

"Then I'll come with you." Fang Zhiran returned the plane ticket the organizers had bought for him, "You buy it."

Brothers from the same school, still sleeping in the same room tonight, there is no reason not to return together tomorrow.

Otherwise it's not very respectful of your senior brother, and that's not right.

I'm very much a graduate student who knows how to be polite.

"Okay." The corner of Ji Xingchuan's mouth lifted lightly.

*

The house in the city of U is not large, and after careful consideration, Fang Zhiran left his bedroom to Ji Xingchuan, and went to the next bedroom to make up for the night.

The next morning, he carried some fruit and took a taxi to his sister-in-law's house. The winter sun was just right, and his sister-in-law was pushing his mom, sunbathing in the garden on the first floor.

"Mom." Fang Zhiran called, leaning against the door and setting the fruit basket on the floor.

"Fang Zhiran," the woman in the chair recognized him, "How have you been?"

"Good." Figuring that the other party could not remember anything in that state of mind, Fang Zhiran skillfully blabbered, "First in every door, perfect scores in every paper, and honoring the family."

Sister-in-law:"......"

"Ranran, graduate school?" His mom asked.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"I forgot to tell you." My sister-in-law said, "Your mom has been improving lately, and she remembers things pretty well most of the time."

"How clear?" Fang Zhiran was ecstatic, "Can you remember when I burned my bedsheets by draping them over my bed to ascend to the throne, smashed a frying pan by frying an egg, sent a vase flying by practicing swordplay with a broomstick, and collapsed an overhead light by practicing diving on a table?"

"I don't have a son like you." His mom said.

Fang Zhiran: "Look, there's still a cure, it's not working."

Fang Yawen whooshed to her feet, copied a drying rack, and chased after her son to beat him up.

"Hey, Mom, don't bleed the brains out of the future Physics Match Champion." Fang Zhiran said, "I'm just happy."

"Ranran." Auntie pulled him aside, "These past few years, thanks to you, if you hadn't found a way to make money and hire a caretaker for your mom to hire a powerful doctor, I would have even thought that she would never get well again, and that her memory would be stuck on the day of your family's accident forever."

Auntie: "Even though Auntie doesn't understand that secondary stuff, Auntie knows that it's hard for you too."

"It's not hard." Fang Zhiran said, "Thanks to the good genes sent by my mom, on this look, I open the live broadcast of the daze, the Internet have to chase me to feed."

Sister-in-law:"......"

"Not a decent look." She laughed and scolded, slapping him on the head, "I can't really tell if you're trying to be brave or if you have a face like a city wall."

The corners of Fang Zhiran's mouth tugged proudly.

"But ah, our Ranran, is looking at 22 years old." Auntie said, "If you meet the right person, don't always go off on your own, our Ranran is so good, she deserves to be liked, got it?"

Ji Xingchuan's figure flashed through his mind.

Fang Zhiran froze, raised his hand and smashed his head, and didn't rush out.

Sister-in-law: "?"

Stressed out about grad school?

*

After leaving his sister-in-law's house, Fang Zhiran took a cab and gave the address of the neighborhood.

He left early in the morning, and there were only comic books in the bedroom, so I wondered if Mr. Winter would be bored.

Wait, there are comic books, why would I worry about him being bored!

Is it because it's all vegetarian?

The car was in front of the drugstore, and he clutched a special shortbread cookie from his sister-in-law as he headed in the direction of the neighborhood.

As he passed the drugstore, he pushed open the curtains in his customary attempt to say hello.

[Burning your power.]

[Come to your senses.]

A familiar voice reached his ears.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"Too, too strong." Master Liu patted Ji Xingchuan's shoulder, "Junior, Fang Zhiran's tomorrow is entrusted to you."

Fang Zhiran: "I won't allow it!"

He grabbed Ji Xingchuan's sleeve and dragged the man outside.

"Come back when you have time!" Mr. Liu was not reluctant to give up.

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It's not too far from the city of U to the city of S. During the hour-long flight, Fang Zhiran slept soundly with his eye mask fastened.

Ji Xingchuan stopped the business class meal delivery service so that people could sleep undisturbed.

The airplane's visor was left open, and a beam of sunlight shone in, reflecting on the boy's pale side, his slightly open mouth slightly red and soft-looking.

He used the Ji family's ancestral communication secret technique to get the complete Fang Zhiran as a teenager, piecing it together from the mouth of Liu.

That's the quiet teenager who would hide in the drugstore and read comic books, but he was also unbeatable when he was proud. Because he had no cards in his hand, he was able to be reckless and arrogant.

The plane lurched for a split second, and the boy crooked in his seat frowned softly.

The airplane soon blared a bumpy broadcast.

"It's okay." Ji Xingchuan lowered his voice, "Go to sleep."

The boy's breathing steadied again.

Ji Xingchuan is not much sleepy, he borrowed the business class flight wifi to open the WeChat circle of friends.

Academics have a fairly monotonous circle of friends who are either forwarding meetings or public articles.

@ Pan Xu ：[Photo], Inspiration is like a spark bursting out, burning my soul, today's essay word count skyrocketed by 300.

Comment by @ Gan Wanhe: I always feel like you're working on it every day, but the dissertation progress bar isn't moving.

Next entry.

@ Jiang Feng: I can't study anymore and want to drop out.

Brush further down--

@ Lao Guo: Honoring researchers.

@ Qian Nanzheng liked this.

Ji Xingchuan mistakenly touched Qian Nanzheng's id and realized that the other person's friend circle was a horizontal line.

That's careful, and he's blocked him.

If you swipe down further, it should be Fang Zhiran.

Fang Zhiran's circle of friends is often full of late-night updates that read "this research is great" or "this research is like my life, I'm busy but I don't know what I'm doing".

They are all related to scientific research, and the contents are similar, but Ji Xingchuan reads them all.

As usual, he scrolled down a little-

00:30:11

@F: Snowflakes, god of war and king of Comic-Con. [Scene photo]

@ Lu Zhu liked this.

00:35:00

@F: This is a great fake coat, good for styling and smooth on the head. [photo]

@ Lu Zhu liked this.

01:11:21

@F: Who voted you Snowflakes dads into the top 3? Soybean question mark.jpg, [link: x-site poll, best cos commissioned teacher of the year]

Ji Xingchuan: "????"

The sudden change in the style of the circle of friends dynamic, in addition to their mutual friend Lu Zhu, but no acquaintances liked.

Fang Zhiran, when did you change his friend grouping?