Chapter 62: 62 Repatriation

An airplane has just landed at A City International Airport.

Lao Guo pushes his small boarding box off the plane, surrounded by the familiar sounds of the countryside.

He took a deep breath of the fresh air of his home town and cried out in his mind-

Big A, I'm back!

Meanwhile, outside the Physics Championship Qualifier, teams from major universities are preparing to board their buses and leave.

"I'm exhausted." Pan Xu said, "This trip back, I'm going to rest for two days."

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Are you tired?

I see you've got it all together, that little brother-sister thing last night, and you snuck in 500 more words, and it's all about a date at an amusement park.

He hasn't been to an amusement park with his boyfriend yet.

How can you, a fellow human being, progress faster than the main character! Fang Zhiran pointed out.

"Pan Xu, when you go back, print out your first draft and hand it over, I'll take a look at it." Ji Xingchuan said.

Pan Xu grimaced, "My first draft, it's gross."

"Hand it over, send it to the office." Ji Xingchuan said, "If you're not ashamed, what am I afraid of."

"Okay." Pan Xu said weakly.

Why did it feel as if senior brother was being stricter with him lately.

And his little brother, whom he had been trying to get close to since a long time ago, looked at him as if he had "deserved it" written in his eyes.

"Be confident." Ji Xingchuan said coldly, "I see that you still have room to dig in that energy."

Pan Xu: "????"

The buses are coming in, the college teams are leaving one by one, and the U of B buses are coming in, doors open, waiting for the students to get on the buses.

"What's wrong, Fu?" Fu Yuzhuo's classmate behind him asked.

Fu Yuzhuo, whose left foot had just stepped onto the car, froze and turned around, rushing out of the car.

Not far away, the U of A's car hasn't arrived yet, and a couple of the U of A's have been stopped again by a reporter and are conducting an interview-

"Congratulations, guys, on winning the qualifier." The reporter said, "How would you like to get some rest together after this trip back?"

"Whatever." Fang Zhiran said, "As long as it's not 'together' it's a break."

Reporter: "?"

"We noticed that five students in our team came from under Mr. Guo Lin." The reporter said, "Does Dr. Brother have anything to say to the teacher?"

"Mr. Guo Lin is out of the country for this academic year because he is involved in an important research project." Ji Xingchuan orthochromatically said, "But please don't worry, as a doctoral senior, I will take good care of my junior siblings, take good care of the division, and keep an eye on the major projects and topics, and we Guo Men will definitely get better and better."

Gan Wanhe stood sheepishly off-camera, and Fang Zhiran and Ji Xingchuan were the only ones left in the frame of the interview.

"I would like to ask Fang Zhiran, a few days ago, a lot of negative remarks about you appeared on the internet." The reporter turned the microphone to Fang Zhiran again, "May I ask what you have to say to everyone?"

"Yes." Fang Zhiran said, "I'm hoping that the handheld 'Step into a Thousand Loads' will strengthen Lin Qin this season."

Reporter: "......"

"It's their fault my win rate is so low." Fang Zhiran said, "Please, don't waste Mr. Winter's dub."

The corner of the reporter's mouth twitched, and he raised his hand to signal the camera to wrap up.

Fang Zhiran was trying to talk to his boyfriend when a branch poked him.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

He looks back and Fu Yuzhuo is standing behind him.

"This time it was an accident." Fu Yuzhuo said, "I won't lose to you next time."

"Then the next accident will happen again." Fang Zhiran said.

"Fang Zhiran." Fu Yuzhuo poked him again, "Come here for a moment."

"What?" Fang Zhiran asked, "A fight?"

Gan Wanhe laughed softly.

Fu Yuzhuo: "......"

"It's not ......" he scratched his head and blushed a little, "It's just, there's something I want to tell you."

"The car from University A is here." Ji Xingchuan suddenly reminded, "Get ready to get on the bus."

"What are you going to say?" Fang Zhiran prodded.

"Just, to discuss a question with you." Fu Yuzhuo said.

"Ask your teacher." Fang Zhiran subconsciously grabbed on to Ji Xingchuan's sleeve and stood a little closer to the man, "It's not like I'm a standardized answer torn out of the back of a book."

"Gone." He waved his hand, "Underdog."

He was led by Ji Xingchuan and boarded the U of A bus.

Gan Wanhe patted his exploding head and shook his head at Fu Yuzhuo.

"Tsk." She said, "Late."

Fu Yuzhuo stood perplexed and watched the bus of the University of A go away.

He always felt that Fang Zhiran's relationship with that senior brother of his seemed to be extraordinary, which made him feel a tinge of regret. But he couldn't tell what this regret was.

"Fu Yuzhuo, let's go!" The students of the University of B shouted.

"Coming." Fu Yuzhuo turned away.

In the car, Fang Zhiran wears headphones and sleeps through the night, while Ji Xingchuan, who has been forcibly assigned an earphone, is forced to listen to his own middle-aged dub.

[Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.]

Come with me!

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

Fang Zhiran's lullabies, oddly enough.

The car rocked a little, and the sleeping boy frowned softly and lolled back against the side of his shoulder.

I'm quite lucky, the voice of Su's CV is everywhere, Fang Zhiran how to look at me, Ji Xingchuan heart said.

He reached down and let the man rest on his shoulder, the boy's breathing gradually smoothing out into long stretches as the headphones slid down, the black cord wrapping around the side of his neck.

Ji Xingchuan gently removed the headphone cord.

Gan Wanhe in the front row looked back and let out a silent scream.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

He moved his finger, signaling the man to turn back.

Just before getting into the car, Fu Yuzhuo's formal demeanor flashed through his mind.

Luckily, his favorite person was now sleeping peacefully by his shoulder.

The audio in the headphones cuts to a new one, changed to Winter Laughter, and Ji Xingchuan hits pause in disgust.

How come you like my voice so much?

The cell phone screen lit up with a message from Yu Jin--

[Mom]: [Shogetsu Media's Legal Department: Prosecution Program Against mcn Clear Light Culture]

Ji Xingchuan clicked on the file.

[Recently, mcn clear light culture spread untrue statements about cosplayer Snowflakes on multiple platforms, we have retained the evidence and decided to sue].

[Mother]: The lawyer said the odds were good, and Mom helped her daughter-in-law out.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: penguin launching love.jpg

[Mom]: Great race, you and Fang Zhiran.

[Mom]: It's funny to read the comments of some idiots. Earlier they said that Fang Zhiran has no talent, but now they start saying that Fang Zhiran must be from a good family, and that they can't raise such a child without tens of millions of dollars, and that Fang Zhiran must have won at the starting line.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]:.

[Mom]: Fang Zhiran is now a contracted cosplayer for our company, and will Moon will guard him.

Ji Xingchuan thought about it, and handily picked up the video he had swiped earlier.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: This one, saying Fang Zhiran hit him, may need the company to come out and clarify it, just in case.

[Mom]: Don't worry about that, someone already stepped in to fix it during your game.

Ji Xingchuan: "?"

Who?

Yu Jin threw over two short videos, one from the c-city evening paper.

Ji Xingchuan has surprisingly seen this video content from the Evening Standard.

It was the scene he'd seen through the car window that evening a few months ago when he'd gone to pick up Ji Ze from Comic-Con.

The short white haired teenager was so sharp that he slammed the camera that was stealing pictures of people's skirts on the ground.

The glance from afar, now that he thought about it, seemed to be the beginning of his heartbeat.

"We don't believe that hot citizen Snowflakes teacher is a bully." That's what the comment section of the video says.

And another short video from a self-published media outlet in the U City.

[In the past two days, everyone seems to be looking at a certain Comic-Con where someone is having a group meeting, and also focusing on Fang Zhiran's classmates from the University of A.]

[So then, someone in U City said he was beaten by Fang Zhiran.]

[This has also led to a certain range of discussion, is our Hokage really a person who bullies his classmates behind his back?

[I received a netizen submission, @ Kang Jian Pharmacy Liu moncler, the content of the submission is a section of nearly ten years ago, the drugstore monitoring, the file is called ...... "King's road to godhood 1".]

[Let's ignore the naming ah, let's take a look at the video.]

Ji Xingchuan lowered his gaze, his mouth pursed down.

The picture quality of the video isn't great, and the lighting is a little dim, but just enough to get a good look at the old, simple buildings, and in front of the community pharmacy, a couple of junior high school kids are chasing a small, skinny teenager.

The teenager's shirt washes white as he rises up and gets pushed back down again and again until he's all bruised up.

"What are doing!" The still young Master Liu rushed out with a broom, one broom at a time, "Get lost, or I'll call your parents!"

At this point in time, the logic of Mr. Liu is clear and talk serious, as if it has not been eroded by the middle two diseases.

The short video features an interview with the community moncler outlet online -

"Damn it!" Master Liu said, "You were the one who first bullied our king, and then you were beaten by him, so don't try to slander our young king!"

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

The comment section of the short video -

@Eyes are good: good, good middle-aged moncler outlet store and, those who say that little Snowflakes is from a good family and that getting into the A University and competing in the tournament is a breeze can shut up and give little Snowflakes a hug.

@RedHairSaiGao: although, although heartbroken hospital flowers, but moncler outlet store a little too funny. Some people are really shameless ah, what heat to rub, laugh to death when the first to provoke the fight lost, but also to blame others to bully their own?

@Bad Eyes: Okay, okay, let's pay more attention to Mr. Snowflakes' work! He's here to surf, so leave him a peaceful sea.

With the modern internet, it's easy to pay too much attention to a person when the heat is turned up, and when the heat goes back down, things go back to normal.

However, Ji Xingchuan still used his account to knock on moncler outlet store Liu.

Winter at @LittleSnowflakes: soy cute.jpg

Ten minutes have passed, and Mr. Liu is unresponsive.

Ji Xingchuan thought about it and switched language systems--

Winter in @LittleSnowflakes: moncler, it's been a long time. I'm the king's partner!

@Convalescent Pharmacy moncler lau jackets: tata open!

@Kang Jian Pharmacy moncler lau: [The King's Path to Godhood 2], I entrust this treasure to you.

Ji Xingchuan froze and clicked on the video.

Fang Zhiran, who has grown a little taller but is still skinny, is shown pinning down a boy who pushes him and smashing his school bag over his head.

Ignoring the other man's screams of pain, he turned and walked into the drugstore.

"Grandpa Liu." The boy said, "Refresh a healing kit."

The corners of Ji Xingchuan's mouth gently lifted down, having been adored by his middle-schooler boyfriend.

@Concord Pharmacy moncler outlet store Liu: As one of the King's companions, I once stood alone to face the great dark forces behind the lesser dark forces, and sadly failed.

@KangHealthPharmacy moncler lau: But I documented Wang's path to godhood.

Ji Xingchuan: "Uh-huh."

It's no use looking for the parents, they keep the surveillance on their behalf, right?

It also allowed him, the boyfriend, to see Fang Zhiran's youthful appearance.

@kangjian pharmacy moncler lau: Partner, Wang's encounter with you may be destiny.

Ji Xingchuan: "?"

@kangjian pharmacy moncler lau: Mr. Winter, he's been listening to your station for a long time. When he was in high school, he sat in my store and listened. Dad made the mistake, but it was him who took the blame. All of his peers around him don't play with him, so he just sits in front of my store and listens to your audio over and over again. It was you, wasn't it, the last time you came to my store. I knew it when you changed your voice line to talk to me.

@Kang Jian Pharmacy moncler outlet store Liu: Fang Zhiran hadn't met you at that time, but he thought of you as his only friend.

Ji Xingchuan squinted, his memory returning to a few years ago.

He had just started a radio station at the time and was broadcasting rambling stuff.

"Don't be afraid of the third dimension, the second dimension is your eternal home" is something that seems to have been said a lot in retrospect, with toes scratching the ground.

He thought that his listeners would just listen and forget, and he didn't care much about this "black history", but he didn't realize that the teenager spent a long time in front of the old drugstore, wearing headphones and relying on those words that he couldn't make sense of.

[Ji Xingchuan]: [Red Packet]

[ Lao Guo ]: red bean panic.jpg

[ Lao Guo ]: Rites before arms?

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: No, I'll thank your teacher, you're really good at taking students.

[ Lao Guo ]: ?

[ Lao Guo ]: Just a penny?

*

In the afternoon, a cab pulled up to the Physics School, and Lao Guo entered the building with his suitcase in tow.

After six months of absence, the college is brighter and the first floor is lush with Bunsen burners.

My office is definitely getting better, too, Lao Guo thought.

The elevator stopped, Lao Guo stepped out and saw Lao Qian from afar.

Lao Guo raises his hand in greeting, "Hi, Lao ......"

Old Money looked like he'd been pushed the rewind button and backtracked all the way back to the office.

Lao Guo: "?"

It's been half a year. Qian Nanzheng is so unpopular.

Forget it, no need to bother with Old Money, first go back to the office he's been daydreaming about and take a look.

He had tidied up his office before he left, with clear windows and plenty of space, and he had some potted plants.

Lao Guo pushed the box all the way to the door with his name on it, unscrewed the doorknob, and pushed the door in.

Squeak.

The old, worn voice came.

And then, click.

Lao Guo (hp-20) lapses into silence as he cradles the dislodged door panel in his hands, which he places silently against the wall.

With the full view of the office in front of him, Lao Guo turned around and exited the office, double-checking the name of his mentor hanging on the wall, and eventually walked back in with a shocked look on his face.

What's this? A slum?

No one in the office, folding bed and lazy sofa you do not let me and I do not let you crowded in the corner, next to the floor put the refrigerator and microwave oven, the window sill in a few pots, the green Luo disappeared, replaced by a few strong inserted into the soil of the plastic flowers.

Lao Guo (hp-40): "......"

Hurry up and sit down and press on.

With a creak, the chair with a missing leg tilted to the side, shaking the desk with it. On the desk was a hard copy of a paper, and Lao Guo stared to see that it was the first draft of Pan Xu's thesis.

Pan Xu doesn't hang out anymore? The first draft has been submitted.

Lao Guo (hp-60) turns over Pan Xu's paper with a pleased smile.

The smile disappeared from the corners of Lao Guo's mouth, and Lao Guo cracked.

This first draft ...... might as well not be done, Lao Guo did not even dare to look at it for fear that he would read it and it would be "gone".

Never mind, let's go to the lab, Lao Guo thought.

He changed into his lab coat and pushed his way into the academy lab.

The preliminaries had just ended, and Guo Men were not doing any experiments. Lao Guo circled around and checked the experiment log sheet, and Gan Wanhe's page was recently blank.

Lao Guo: "?"

He turns around and sees that the stove assigned to Gan Wanhe is labeled with a big "Hue" on it.

Lao Guo: "......"

Ahhhhhhhh.

Lao Guo looked around, contacted the manufacturer, and got to work on the furnace.

"The table needs to be repaired, and the chair needs to be replaced." In the corridor, Fang Zhiran walks and counts with Ji Xingchuan, "The door of the bookcase is loose, and this also needs to be repaired."

"Not bad." Ji Xingchuan made a note on his cell phone, "It's not much, but lately I've had to call someone to fix Gan Wanhe's furnace."

"This door ......" Ji Xingchuan looked up and down, "will also have to be sent for repair."

"No need for that, let's save Lao Guo some." Fang Zhiran says, "After I'm done being a guest at Comic-Con this week and meeting my rabid fans, I'll fix it myself next week."

Ji Xingchuan: "."

"Then next week, you come with me to my meet and greet." Ji Xingchuan said, "I'll give you family tickets."

There was no one in the office, and his hand fell to the ends of the boy's hair, stroking it twice.

"What's wrong?" Fang Zhiran looked up.

His boyfriend today, seems to enjoy rubbing his hair.

The other man's five fingers dived into his hair, the roots tingling slightly at the light tugging, and he tilted his head, squinting slightly.

A little happy.

"Touch it twice more." Fang Zhiran said.

The back of his neck was kneaded twice as well, and the other man's hand stopped at his cheek, his fingertips brushing past the tip of his ear.

A layer of heat rose in his cheeks at what was obviously an extremely simple touch.

Outside the office door, there's a harsh sound of brakes, oh no, braking feet, and Pan Xu rushes into the office.

Pan Xu: "?"

Pan Xu: "????"

"Ji Xingchuan!" Pan Xu said, "Don't pull Fang Zhiran's hair."

Ji Xingchuan: "."

Fang Zhiran: "..."

"I've come to change the paper." Pan Xu's face showed a look of death.

Ji Xingchuan's gaze swept past the electronic clock on the desktop, "My appointment was for four o'clock, and now it's five."

"The roadblock is a bit much." Pan Xu's face contorted, "Walked down the road fine and got called a eunuch six times."

By what right, his Doctoral Brother and Junior Brother were admired and envied everywhere he went.

When it came to him, it turned into a sore thumb.

"Let me tell you about the paper." Ji Xingchuan says, "Hurry up, later RanRan and I have to go out for dinner."

Ji Xingchuan sat steadily on the broken-legged chair and turned over Pan Xu's paper.

"You've added an innovation to Study Three." Ji Xingchuan said.

"Yes yes." Pan Xu nods proudly, "No one has ever created it like that."

"Very good." Ji Xingchuan said, "After adding this attribute, all aspects of the material's properties have deteriorated."

Ji Xingchuan: "You're killing the research."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Academic jerks with a reputation to live up to.

The cell phone screen lights up--

[x station system alert, the small short article you are concerned about is updated.]

Fang Zhiran looked at Pan Xu, and then looked at the short text, face confused.

Regularly updated?

He had just thought that when a line popped up in the comments section of the short article-

@SchoolTiredForA LittleMadness: it's so much fun to mingle, heh heh heh.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

By the desk, Ji Xingchuan is still outputting continuously to Pan Xu.

"Experimental protocols have to be plain, do you bring so many adjectives because you want the defense teacher to give you an A-list literary award?"

"Literature review just put only relevant studies from home and abroad, don't put one of the respondent's thesis alone, whose attention are you attracting?"

"The experimental data for studies one and two are fine, but this drawing of yours is really ugly, and it's easy to ugly up other people's eyes when you send it out for blind review."

Pan Xu : "Okay, okay."

"You don't give me 'yes'." Ji Xingchuan said, "I'm afraid Lao Guo will be mad at me if I send it to him later."

"Concentrate on one or two things." Ji Xingchuan said, "Don't make any more complications."

Pan Xu: "? I didn't, I didn't have any branches! These two branches are enough to keep me busy, Jiang Feng went to my dormitory at noon to rush me."

"You don't write your essays anywhere else?" Ji Xingchuan asked.

Pan Xu shook his head into a rattle.

"Wait a minute." Fang Zhiran said, "It doesn't seem to be him."

"Did you write this?" Fang Zhiran flashes his cell phone.

Pan Xu : "......?"

Pan Xu puzzles, Pan Xu reads, Pan Xu contemplates.

"Your Excellency misunderstood, my writing is not that good." Pan Xu said, "And I don't know how to write suspense, this senior brother is always staring at the younger one, is he trying to do away with him?"

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Dead straight.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

Good, very good, another person who writes short articles.

Guo Men, do not keep idle hands.

Fang Zhiran rummaged through his pockets and snapped his black-framed glasses onto his face, "This short article appeared a month ago, and the update time is randomized, indicating that this person was suddenly free more than a month ago, while his time is usually fragmented. The love of writing lab scenes indicates that this person has been in the lab quite a few times, and, the person's terminology habits, very much like 'hey'."

Ji Xingchuan wandered with his head bowed, "Senior Jiang's writing is gigantic, he can't write an update of five hundred, ruling out suspicion, Senior Sister Chu said yesterday that she doesn't have an account on x-site."

"There is only one truth." Fang Zhiran pushed up his glasses, "Close the door and release Pan Xu."

A furious Pan Xu takes out his cell phone and edits a mass text message to a large group of friends, including three psychology students, three medical students, and three law students: please keep an eye on your surroundings, and let us know if you find this person out and about quickly. [Photos]

The group stormed out the door in a rage.

Mrs. "Tired of Learning and Going Crazy", you're wanted by Guo Men.

At eighteen o'clock in the evening, Lao Guo left the lab sweating profusely.

In just a few hours, Lao Guo, a good mentor at U of A, repaired the furnace for Gan Wanhe, talked to the manufacturer about the problem, helped Ji Xingchuan with some experiments, and cleaned the lab.

"Who's that?" In the lab, students from other divisions muttered, "So industrious."

"You just got here, you haven't seen it." The other guy says, "That's Lao Guo, Mr. Guo Lin, that odd nest of tutors."

"Too diligent." Students lamented, "This lab is much more than he came to be."

Lao Guo took off his lab coat and gloves, washed his hands, and when he went back to his office, it was still empty.

Probably too tired from the game, his students are resting.

Then I'll see his good student tomorrow.

Lao Guo carried the broken chair and ran downstairs, humming and puffing, to find a repairman.

*

As night falls, Gan Wanhe is sitting at a table in the school's cafe, typing on his cell phone, with a cup of coffee and a plate of small snacks on the table.

With a straw in her mouth and a light smile at the corners, she clicked into the "Winter x Snowflakes" section of the x station.

Well, it's nice that the favorites are the grain.

"Tired of learning and mad for a while" teachers are coming into the new district.

Gan Wanhe: "Hee hee."

She stared at her cell phone screen, reached her hand to the cookie in front of her, and got a cloud of ...... air?

I haven't eaten a single one! How come the plates are gone.

Gan Wanhe looked around, well didn't need to look, three people suddenly appeared in front of him.

Two in pairs, one alone.

Ji Xingchuan still has the cookie tray in his hand.

"Hi, Sister." Fang Zhiran dangles a cookie and smiles peevishly, "Where's the food production?"