Chapter 50: 50 Bunny Tail

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The professional cosplayer's got an occupational disease, fear of being told not to restore.

"I'll show you the whole body then." Fang Zhiran secured his cell phone in its holder, pushed back his chair, and took a few steps back, "Does Mr. Winter have any guidance?"

Cheongsam skirt is not long, can only cover to the side of the leg, half hidden, and then down, slightly transparent white stockings wrapped around the slender snow-white legs, the side of the leg is also tied with a white ribbon bow.

"This ribbon knot on the waist has been done wrong by several c-stores." Mr. Snowflakes lifted the edge of his cheongsam, "I've got it right, quick, snap 'rigor' on the public screen."

"And then ......" Snowflakes teacher turned, "look behind you."

The soft snow-white double ponytail hair was lightly flicked, and the character "Qin Ying" in the picture turned her gaze sideways, her fingertips lightly tapping the embroidered flowers on the hem of the cheongsam at the back.

"I got this one right." He said, "A lot of people come out of cos with the wrong clothes."

Pure white brocade traced with fine embroidery, the skirt covered the slight curve of the waist, hanging loosely behind the legs, swaying with his movements.

"And then, there's a little bunny tail here, which I think is pretty cute ...... " Snowflakes teacher opened his mouth again, suddenly remembering that this noisy penguin across the street seemed to have lost his voice for a long time.

"Are you even listening to me?" Fang Zhiran opened his mouth, his voice huffing.

"In screenshots." The other said.

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

The gushing cos introduction is over.

Fang Zhiran's gaze shifted away from the cell phone screen and tilted towards the curtains, his hands hanging at his side suddenly not knowing where to put them.

"Ah ......" he changed the subject, "I forgot to wear my tiara."

"On the right side of Qin Ying's head, there is a single silver hair ornament on her ponytailed white hair, which she pulls out and turns into a short dagger in her hand when she is in her fighting form.

He took the headpiece out of the box and adjusted it towards his head for the video camera.

"Are you really a character push?" He muttered, "Missing such an important detail."

The opposite side didn't say anything.

"Still taking screenshots?" He asked tentatively.

Ji Xingchuan: "Recording."

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

There was being pissed off.

"It's a testament to Snowflakes' work." The other guy said, "Don't be mad."

Fang Zhiran thought it might be cynicism, as he grew restless.

"That's about it." The boy lowered his eyes, making his tone sound a little impatient, "Satisfied huh, that's it then."

He raised his hand and was about to hang up the video call when the voice on the other side suddenly came out-

[Etc. below.]

How this guy even changed his radio-specific voice and put a slowdown debuff on him, causing him to not cut off the call in the first place.

Fang Zhiran looks up, "What for?"

"Snowflakes teacher." The other person said, "Where's your proxy questionnaire?"

Fang Zhiran: "? What's that?"

He searched and found a bunch of questions.

What single master wants to be called, how he wants to be treated, what activities he wants to schedule.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

It's good enough to show you a push, you really want to ooh and aah me in the official process.

"Filled it out for you." Snowflakes Teacher said mercilessly, "Call you a cabbage, treat you with indifference, have dinner with you, no more, eat something else in the future, and don't hit on me all the time."

This time, he poked the hang-up button before the other man could speak.

In Lao Guo's office in the College Building, Ji Xingchuan's fingertips were still stuck on the recently dimmed screen.

He'd always known his senior brother was good looking, but he'd rarely seen him in this kind of innocent and cute teenage role.

Because he Snowflakes Sensei seems to be a typical villain, favoring characters with a bit of madness or ruthlessness, like the previous Sweet Flower Marriage is rarely seen.

Boys have small bones and beautiful physique, so wearing that cheongsam doesn't feel out of place at all, instead it looks so good that you can't take your eyes off it.

In the image just now, the boy kept his head slightly lowered, didn't look at him squarely, and his ears were a little red while his gaze drifted about.

It's beautiful. The only downside is that it's not with him.

A message popped up on the cell phone screen-

[ Yu Jin ]: How suddenly she ordered a bouquet of flowers for her mother, who was flattered.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: A song in praise of a mother's love.

[ Yu Jin ]: Please don't be formal in your praise.

[ Yu Jin ]: Work more and earn more gold coins for mom.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: You give me back my flowers.

*

In the dormitory, Fang Zhiran took some makeup photos of himself and posted a tweet.

Little Snowflakes in Winter: Trying out "Qin Ying's" make-up [photo] x4

@WinterCodFlower: So beautiful! Snowflakes teacher's eye makeup is so clean every time, it feels like a successful stroke.

@Winter's Little Snowflakes Replying to @Winter's Little Codflakes: you id, you're making me hungry.

@小雪糕：我去， Qin Ying 啊，看看旗袍看看腿，什么时候把正片抬上来看看。

@BigMouthValley: don't always shoot for eye makeup, shoot for leg makeup too. Drool.jpg

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Mr. Snowflakes only replies to those who praise his skills, not to colorful skins.

Big night, and he's buzzing again on his workhorse-

Group Chat [2.22s City Comic Con] (80)

[ Yu Zhuye ]: I've been doing a lot of sweet dramas, but recently I've been trying to challenge myself to a bloodshed drama, especially the kind where I break down and cry when I'm in the depths of my feelings, you know, it's just so cool to do it.

[ Yu Zhuye ]: That heart pumping feeling is the essence of an abusive drama ah.

[ Yu Zhuye ]: @Little Snowflakes' winter, you know?

[Little Snowflakes in Winter]: In a hurry, don't bother.

[ Yu Zhuye ]:@Author - Ji Yu, the author is busy, five days no more, the production team's donkey does not bring so rest.

[Author - Falling Too]: hahaha my friend doesn't watch the group, he doesn't even surf the internet much and says he's too busy trying to die in the third dimension.

[ Yu Zhuye ]:@Winter's Little Snowflakes, is today's dinner vegetarian, I'll add some meat to it?

[Winter's Little Snowflakes]: Busy, don't bother.

[ Yu Zhuye ]: tsk, couple model replies.

Fang Zhiran is really busy, he turned down several offers from mcn's and agents a few days ago, and instead submitted his cosplayer resume to Shogun Media.

Just now, Will Moon Media emailed him back, saying that the company's HR would be coming to add its WeChat soon.

Fang Zhiran waited for five minutes.

[WeChat Alert: "Poverty Scribble" applies to add you as a friend.]

Fang Zhiran: "?"

The id, why does it look a bit familiar.

Shouldn't be, he doesn't recognize this kind of id that looks to block money.

["Poor Scribbler" has become your friend.]

[F]: Hello Mr. HR. (*^▽^*)

[poverty-stricken]: penguin jumping and yelling.jpg

[F]: I'm cosplayer Snowflakes and I'm looking to change organizations recently, when can I schedule an interview?

[poverty-stricken]: No interview, just through the door.

[poverty-stricken] withdrew a message.

[Poor Scribbler]: Have you guys been busy lately, there's no rush, we can meet up when the big show is over.

[F]: Just in time, I'm wrapping up all the collaborations with Clear Light.

[Poverty-stricken]: "Qin Ying" is so cute in cosplay, and her white hair is so beautiful.

[F]: Thanks for the compliment.

This HR, and staring at him on Twitter.

But how did the other guy know he was busy lately.

No matter what, it's good that the other party has the intention to cooperate, when the big exhibition in S city is over, he will roll over and defect, and later on, he will be a colleague with Mr. Winter, and use Mr. Winter's voice as an employee benefit.

With his side hustle in place, he plucked a reference book from the shelf and read page after page into the night.

*

It's been quite cold in s-town this year, and before the snow melts, little Snowflakes have started to float in the sky again in the past two days.

Gan Wanhe puts an electric heater in his office, and during breaks, a group of people sit around the heater to keep warm.

"...... You rejected this one? I guess so, I saw it the other day and thought it wasn't very innovative ......" Fang Zhiran pushed open the office door, "What are you ...... doing around the campfire? "

Jiang Feng : "...... "Bonfire?

The laptop in his hand suddenly turned to stone.

Back to the Stone Age.

"It's too cold." Pan Xu, who is in a round ball, says, "The sky is very cold, and the inkstone is hard."

"What about the one you reviewed?" Fang Zhiran turned on the computer, "Let me see ...... Huh, the group chat is on, Lao Guo sent a message, don't you guys read it?"

"Lao Guo's messages usually have only one theme 'Thinking of your family every festive season'." Ji Xingchuan said, "So none of them love it."

"That's the theme." Fang Zhiran clicked on the group chat and scanned it, "But he said he wanted to come back and see us after the year."

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

An eerie silence fell over the office.

"Repair what needs to be repaired." Ji Xingchuan calmly accelerated his speech, "The pots of flowers on the windowsill that died, buy some more and plant them."

"I'll ask the agricultural students for some ready-made ones." Pan Xu said, "Easy."

Fang Zhiran put down his bag and went out with Ji Xingchuan.

"You guys still have flowers?" He asked, "What do you keep?"

"Lao Guo has two pots of forget-me-nots, and you, Gan Wanhe, have three pots of petunias, and I ......" Ji Xingchuan was silent, and added, "I'll try my best to raise some Snowflakes. Snowflakes."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

You're a big man.

You see a needle in a haystack, don't you.

His cheeks were slightly warm, and he lagged a step behind the other man, pressing the back of his cool hand against his own cheek.

"It was doing well, but Pan Xu likes to sit on the window sill." Ji Xingchuan said, "The flowers are bald."

"Then he really doesn't know how to love the office." Fang Zhiran denounced.

Outside the lab warehouse, Fang Zhiran pushes a cart to help his brother carry supplies.

The side was pretty empty at the moment, just the two of them, and the topic of conversation between the two of them gradually crept over the subway wall.

"How far along are you with Streetlight Culture?" Ji Xingchuan asked.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Fang Zhiran friendly reminder: "Clear Lights."

"......"

"By contract it's until January, but the collaboration they picked me up is lined up for February." Fang Zhiran says, "I'll be able to switch organizations after s-city Comic-Con."

"I put in my resume for you guys will month, I don't know if I want it or not." He said, "But I added HR first."

Ji Xingchuan: "Which HR?"

"The name is a bit obscure." Fang Zhiran said, "It's called 'Poverty Scribble'."

Ji Xingchuan: "?"

"If I can get in, I'll be your colleague." Fang Zhiran said, "That way we're not only fellow students, but also colleagues!"

"Anything." Ji Xingchuan said, "You can live together if you want."

"I don't want to!" Fang Zhiran said.

"Your qualifications, don't worry." Ji Xingchuan said, "Will Moon does have some influence in the field of secondary culture, but Will Moon's main field is in audiobooks and manga creation, cosplay is a field that Will Moon has not embarked on for a long time, and although it has signed a few cosplayers with a high amount of followers, its influence in general is average."

"Snowflakes teacher can join will be the moon, is my ...... is their honor, will be the moon resources can also give the little Snowflakes to provide the upward layer of steps, this is kind of mutual achievement." He said, "Of course, Snowflakes teacher is willing to share with me work things, is also my honor."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

You haven't given up yet have you.

But is it the physical gods that add to the mix?

Why did he somehow feel that Ji Xingchuan had a point?

"The experiment is expected to wrap up this week, you remember to clean the lab bench." Someone's voice approaches, it's Dr. Qian Men and Qin Fan.

Fang Zhiran and Ji Xingchuan's conversation immediately turned back to academia.

"Going to the test center this afternoon?" Fang Zhiran asked.

"It's time to go." Ji Xingchuan said, "I'll see you at 2:00 p.m. Bring the samples from previous times."

Qian Men's people have gone far away again.

"Snowflakes-sensei, when you said you'd accompany me to dinner, were you planning to do it at my house, or at a restaurant?" Ji Xingchuan cuts back to the second dimension.

Fang Zhiran : "Of course it's a restaurant!"

The Qian Men are back.

"The one that was just reviewed and approved for the faculty journal, the innovation is good and the conclusion is given clearly, you can read it." Ji Xingchuan cuts the third dimension.

Fang Zhiran : "Okay, watch it now!"

The Qian Men are gone again.

"Similar studies, I've compiled a dozen or so, I'll send you a WeChat later." Ji Xingchuan cut in again, "If you go to the restaurant, can you stop by for a date?"

Fang Zhiran : "Good ...... bad."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Qin Fan realized for the third time that he had forgotten something and turned back the way he had come when he saw Fang Zhiran slap Ji Xingchuan on the back of his hand.

Qin Fan: "?" Did you read it wrong?

*

The third cafeteria was serving banana pancakes today, and Fang Zhiran waited at the window for more than ten minutes during lunchtime to get his favorite pancake.

With his plate in hand, he found a relatively secluded corner and turned on the x-station again, ready to gripe a video for his dinner.

[The short story section is now online, so go try it out.]

[Trial Use]

You have selected "Direct Use" and the module has been added to the homepage for you.

What rogue feature?

Fang Zhiran was about to exit when the title of a novel caught his eye--

"Elder brother always asks elder brother to go out alone lately" ......

Sibling literature?

See?

[I suspect that in my division, there is a darkening in progress.]

[It started when my senior brother, who is a high-strung bking who always looks at people with his chin, started one day, always staring at my beautiful and cute junior brother.]

[Hey, hey, one day I realized that the little master was also ......]

Kind of interesting, Fang Zhiran. Poke the interface.

Nothing? Just the copy?

There's also an author's name, "Learning to be Tired and Crazy."

Fang Zhiran, who was kicked by the copywriter, was slightly speechless, so he clicked Favorite first.

There's news coming--

[ Su Jia ]: My poor little Snowflakes, I've come to keep you warm.

[F]: A suite in s-town?

[ Su Jia ]: It's not that warm.

[ Su Jia ]: Come on, talk to me, I'll be your trash can.

[F]: Sima trash cans, fun.

[ Su Jia ]: ? Why do you feel like you're in a good mood?

[ Su Jia ]: aren't you under a lot of pressure little Snowflakes?There's a complete falling out with the original company, there's so much on your hands, and while you're being squeezed every day by your horrible senior brother, you have to find a new mcn, it's so hard to think about it.

[F]: (*^▽^*)

Fang Zhiran really didn't find it difficult, he was a bit torn, but after he casually chatted with Ji Xingchuan in the morning, all those hesitations and uncertainties had vanished.

He, Mr. Winter, lived up to his reputation as a late-night radio anchor, number one in troubleshooting, and had a gentle voice when he spoke properly, as if there was nothing that couldn't be understood with Mr. Winter.

Wait for the next time, he ...... stops!

No can do.

Fang Zhiran buried his head in his arms.

What was I thinking? No way.

Fang Zhiran can't be in a relationship with a boy, judging by that picture of hzhu, it would be horrible, and Fang Zhiran doesn't want to be this and that.

He shook his head, formatting his brain.

At the table behind him, apparently seated undergraduates from the School of Physics, a few students chatted about college gossip.

"Ji Xingchuan is really hard to chase." A girl said, "My Sister Tan recently tried to ask him out for Christmas and was politely declined."

"Not surprising, he helped Director Guo substitute for our class, never left his contact information, carried himself quite well." Another person said.

The girl who spoke first: "He's one of those guys, who looks detached and cold, but is actually very polite at heart, but if you say he's very polite I guess, he doesn't have any leeway at all when it comes to rejecting people."

"It's this kind of if-it-wasn't-all feeling that's wanted." Another person said, "Senior Sister Tan hasn't given up yet, saying that she recently wanted to send some information to chase again."

Sparse cold and iffy ......?

Fang Zhiran looks down, the banana pancakes on his plate are separating from the wall.

*

In the office, Ji Xingchuan was just lying on the edge of his desk, trying to take a nap, when he was awakened by the vibration of his cell phone.

[Video request from "F."]

Ji Xingchuan: "?"

How is ...... a video today?

He tapped to connect.

"What is it, Fang Zhiran?" he asked.

The boy on the screen was cold, his gaze drifted to the side, lifting his hand to ruffle his slightly disheveled forehead hair, "Didn't you ask me to bring food, it's in the cafeteria now, just these, pick one and eat it at your leisure."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

"Fang Zhiran, you give the camera to the food." His voice was laced with laughter, "To yourself, is that the only way to pick you?"