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Fang Zhiran froze.

How come Lao Guo is in the new office?

"Lao Guo doesn't look like that in the picture at the door." Fang Zhiran was alert.

Lao Guo coughed twice, "Teachers also have the right to high p."

"What about the group meeting video?" Fang Zhiran asked.

"Opened a little filter." Lao Guo said with a wiggle.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Speaking of which, he's been at U of A for a semester, and Lao Guo finally has something in stock?

"Didn't you meet him during the retest?" Ji Xingchuan said, "Forgot?"

Fang Zhiran does not remember.

"The students are all better looking than each other, and after Fang Zhiran came, the average face value of our school has gone up even more." Lao Guo says, "Teachers are also making you look good."

Fang Zhiran: "..."

Some people recruit cats, some people recruit dogs, Lao Guo recruits secondaries.

He had wondered earlier, but now it seemed that the teacher's style of painting did tend to attract strange creatures.

Fang Zhiran opened the bookcase, rummaged for a disposable paper cup of unknown origin from the corner, threw in a liver tea bought by Pan Xu, and gave Lao Guo a cup of hot water.

"Mr. Guo, sit down." Fang Zhiran said warmly.

"Hey, thanks Fang Zhiran," Lao Guo said, "I haven't guided you much since you came to Guo Men."

Lao Guo: "How is Ji Xingchuan treating you? Is he guiding you well in your research?"

"Brother is quite good." Fang Zhiran said.

It's that not only did he mentor his research, but he mentored a little bit of everything else as well.

He and Ji Xingchuan's eyes met, and both of them flinched at the same time, drifting their gazes away.

Lao Guo suddenly tensed, "To be able to study under the same teacher is destiny, even though you two are just brothers, you have to get along well!"

"Ah! Who fixed my stove!" In the hallway, a growl from far away, Gan Wanhe pushed open the door.

Lao Guo, who was earnestly trying to mend the relationship between the masters, was startled: "Are you happy or unhappy?"

"Hey, Lao Guo!" Gan Wanhe swooped in, "Got your souvenirs?"

Lao Guo pointed to the bag on his desk, "I brought chocolates, one box for each person, let Fang Zhiran pick first, he is the youngest."

"Welcome back." Gan Wanhe says, "Wasn't it a year in that program of yours, why are you suddenly back?"

"When people are in A country and their names are in the hot seat, they come back to visit." Lao Guo said, "Teachers have always had a dream to be a well-known instructor, and now it seems to have been realized, that is, the place of fame seems to be not in the academic circle ah."

Lao Guo : "Endeavoring to be mediocre and nameless, relying on students to work hard on their own, I became a well-known instructor, the paper is not as good as the students received."

Gan Wanhe's eyelids fluttered several times.

The keyword "thesis" has been triggered.

"The one you've been planning to post lately, can you open it so I can read it?" Ji Xingchuan asked, "How far along is it?"

Fang Zhiran : "The one where I wrote the literature review? Then I also want to see the specific experiments, it's been more than two months, you should have written it, right?"

Lao Guo: "......"

*

U of A Master's and Doctoral Programs Forum - School of Physics Section

[Who understands? I've been in grad school for three years and I haven't met my mentor yet.]

1L (wild physics student): enrolled in a famous mentor who turned out to be very old and basically stopped coming to school. Three years of hard research without a mentor.

2L (Lab Dobie): It's cool to be free-range, do whatever you want.

3L (I'll fight you on physics): cool is cool, you're going to cry when the size paper goes unguided.

4L (Physics dogs don't even study): If your tutor goes abroad, you won't be able to see him either. If I remember correctly, Guo Men's mentor also disappeared for a long time.

5L (Lab Dobie): He's back oh.

6L (tomato): ?

7L (lifelike): ?

8L (Sheng Jiang): 7L, have time to brush the forum, no time to update is it.

9L (Sheng Jiang): Who's back?

Friday night, at a small restaurant near the school, Guo Men meet for dinner.

Lao Guo hasn't arrived yet, and everyone is burying their heads in their cell phones.

"This makeup trial photo, you're giving me such a lustful shot." Fang Zhiran whispered.

The white-haired hacker teenager is classically dressed in a loose white shirt with a loosely tied tie.

Yesterday, when Ji Xingchuan was taking his makeup photos, he had a sudden thought and reached out and tugged on his tie.

In the photo, he was forced to tilt his head and lean forward, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin between his open collar.

Nice as it was, he froze and didn't dare tweet it.

"Then don't post this one, boyfriend's private stash." Ji Xingchuan said, "Let's not preview the characters, and give your fans a surprise at the Comic Con tomorrow."

"It's okay." Fang Zhiran said.

"I have a job tomorrow, I have to go to the studio, I can't be your logistics." Ji Xingchuan said, "I'll have Shogun's people follow you."

"No need." Fang Zhiran said, "I can handle anything."

To his left, Pan Xu clutches a laptop and crackles on the keyboard.

"Wrote 2000." Pan Xu asked Jiang Feng, "Do you want to eat first?"

"Don't look." Jiang Feng holds his head.

"Why don't you watch it?" Fang Zhiran interjects, "Doesn't Overdrive on Demand smell good?"

"He would change the text before the final release!" Jiang Feng crumbles, "Now I have several versions of the text in my head!"

Fang Zhiran: "......"

The other wife in the division had it so much easier than this author's streak.

With no intention of disturbing Pan Xu's writing, he turned his head and, with nothing to do but float around, "Hey", talked to Ji Xingchuan in a low voice.

"Senior sister writes nonsense texts." He said, "How can a homoerotic text progress faster than the main one."

Ji Xingchuan pondered for two seconds and said, "Generally speaking, homoeroticism will just progress faster than the main character."

Well, that makes sense. Fang Zhiran can't argue with that.

"But, Cosmic Overlord Ran." Ji Xingchuan lowered his voice to an extremely low level, "Would you like to reflect on that as well?"

"Don't." Fang Zhiran said dryly.

During this time, however, it seemed as if they were both busy, spending almost every day in academic circles.

How about ...... waiting for the end of the Comic Con tomorrow and having a date with Ji Xingchuan? I've been in the academic world for a long time, but I've come back to nature. Let's make them both happy!

Seems feasible!

"Do you want to go out on a date?" Fang Zhiran asked.

"Where to?" Ji Xingchuan said, "As long as it's not Comic-Con."

Dating turns into group meetings and a winter teacher's pain in the ass for life.

"I want to go to the 'Step into a Thousand Years' ONLY show." Fang Zhiran said, "I don't come out of cos, we just wander purely."

By the way, ask the game officials why they haven't beefed up Lin Qin yet.

"I've kept everyone waiting!" Lao Guo, who had hurried in, pushed the door in, "Went to Qian Nanzheng to collect some money, took a while."

Lao Guo took out two red envelopes from his pocket and gave one to Ji Xingchuan and Fang Zhiran.

"Take it." Lao Guo said, "He was more or less responsible for that lab explosion, and it's impossible to get rid of my students for a hundred dollars."

Lao Qian was besieged by Lao Guo for a day or two, and he had to dig up a few hundred dollars in red packets.

"I'd rather my students do nothing." Lao Guo said, "and I don't want them to get hurt in the process of doing research."

The academic asshole jerked his head up, "Really? Really?"

"You except it." Lao Guo punched a patch, "Hurry up and write that text of yours, the vice principal is reading it and has asked me about it, it's not good to put off the work."

Pan Xu: "......"

"Let's clink glasses." Lao Guo said, "May we be able to gather here, and may our U of A team continue to cheer in the Worlds later on."

Fang Zhiran held his glass of wine, and with his fingers hanging under the table, he rubbed the back of Ji Xingchuan's hand.

It had been scratched there by a shard of glass from a beaker blowing up, and there was still a white mark there.

"I wish Guo Men the best." He said.

Thanks to Guo Men, he was able to meet him in his headphones and find the man who has accompanied him in his dreams countless times.

There was a Comic-Con the next day, and it was inconvenient to stay at the school, so after dinner, Fang Zhiran, who was slightly drunk, was driven away by Ji Xingchuan.

Downstairs in the restaurant, Lao Guo is in tears.

"Great." Lao Guo said, "He didn't take my words for granted, he was very good to Little Master."

Gan Wanhe: "Tsk."

"Sister." Pan Xu poked Gan Wanhe, "Can I ask for some advice?"

Gan Wanhe was enthusiastic: "Yes, is it your paper?"

"I'll teach me that kind of stuff without asking you guys." Pan Xu spoke loudly.

"Can you tell me how you wrote that suspense?" Pan Xu says, "I went and paid a visit, and there's a real darkness between Elder Brother and Elder Brother."

Gan Wanhe: "????"

When Lao Guo turned around again, Gan Wanhe had already disappeared.

Pan Xu sits on the ground, his eyes frozen.

"Xiao Pan." Lao Guo asked with concern, "Why is there a bag on your head?"

*

The chauffeur parked the car and Ji Xingchuan led Fang Zhiran back to his home.

A little alcohol is not enough to get drunk, but it puts Fang Zhiran in a good mood.

After taking a shower, he followed Ji Xingchuan into the study and watched him fiddle with the family's dubbing equipment.

"What for?" He asked.

He loved to smile a bit more than usual, the corners of his mouth curving as he gazed at people, his clean eyebrows more than a bit seductive and lustful.

"Try out for the role." Ji Xingchuan flipped out the script, "That way when we go into the dubbing studio tomorrow, it'll go through faster."

"Oh!" Fang Zhiran said.

He peeled himself away from his desk to observe the winter teacher at work.

Ji Xingchuan equipment tuned half, afterglow glimpsed his little boyfriend, Fang Zhiran hands propped up his chin, looking at his eyes bright.

"Is this enough to record?" Career Fan Fang Zhiran asked.

"Yes." Ji Xingchuan adjusted the position of the mike, "Say something."

"Say what?" Fang Zhiran leapt to his feet, "I like Ji Xingchuan?"

Ji Xingchuan froze, suddenly not really wanting to do all this work and wanting to do something else.

He opened a program on his computer and processed the dry sound briefly, "Listen."

I like Ji Xingchuan.

The post-processing made the boys' already crisp and clean sound even better.

"Awesome." Fang Zhiran said heartily.

"One day when we're both free, we can record a clip for you to play." Ji Xingchuan said.

"You get to work and leave me alone." Fang Zhiran said, "I want to watch you cook."

Ji Xingchuan: "."

Ji Xingchuan held the script and tried to read a few lines, saving them for comparison.

"Is the character bking?" Fang Zhiran asks.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

It doesn't look like the match is quite right.

Being stared at by his little boyfriend, he really couldn't resist the desire to show off his skills.

He retried a few more times, gradually finding his sense of character.

"Ooooh." Fang Zhiran got it, "Revenge plot, this one is hate dripping from a calm tone, Winter Teacher Sego."

Ji Xingchuan was flattered to no end.

"Go." He said, "Go rest."

"I'll pack my gear for tomorrow." Fang Zhiran opened his suitcase.

The boyfriend's home and dormitory were quite nice to live in, and gradually he didn't even go back to his dorm much.

He Xuyang was accidentally awarded a single room x1.

He came over today with some more stuff he needed for Comic-Con from his dorm drawer.

Ji Xingchuan leaned against the wall and watched as, one by one, he rummaged through his suitcase to pull out the paraffin spray, a couple of barrettes, and some runny hemp.

Snapping, two small boxes fell to the floor.

Fang Zhiran: "????"

Ahhhhhhhh how are you guys.

When he first scanned the code and claimed it, he put it in a drawer with him.

How come when you packed your stuff today, you brought it all together.

He sheepishly put his hand up to the two pieces of holy light, and a hand preceded him, picking up the box on the floor.

"You want to try it?" Ji Xingchuan checked the instructions on the back of the box.

Fang Zhiran Before he could blush, the other party added, "This seems to ...... be the smallest number."

"What's wrong with the smallest number?" Fang Zhiran said.

Ji Xingchuan, crying and laughing: "The size doesn't quite fit."

Haven't tried it, but visually ...... doesn't fit!

Fang Zhiran: "?"

What size is this?

"I'll take the time to buy new ones, it's time to prepare some." Ji Xingchuan said, "Forget it for today, you have work tomorrow."

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Have some on hand?

"What do you mean I have work tomorrow?" The Overlord of the Universe's good humor was aroused a little, "Underestimating me?"

"Not afraid now?" Ji Xingchuan asked.

Fang Zhiran grunted disdainfully.

The next second, the world in front of him shook, he was carried by Ji Xingchuan to the desk, the other person pinched his jaw and kissed him, the other hand was not idle, five fingers ruffled the corners of his clothes, pressed on his waist, fingertips carelessly, picking the waist of the pants of his pajamas.

"I ......￥#%*." The boy's hands were originally loosely wrapped around Ji Xingchuan's neck, but suddenly his waist went limp, and the hands wrapped around the other's neck suddenly tightened as his slightly open mouth cursed a string of curses.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

It's called underestimating you, and I almost got pinched before I even started trying.

Fang Zhiran frowned and mentally put a bunch of pure love graphic novels into the magic category.

What an imagination! Drawing like that is crazy. It's gonna hurt, okay?

The hands alone hurt!

Ji Xingchuan glanced at the small bottle of clear liquid in his hand and then at his fingers, "This doesn't seem to be working very well, I blame it."

Ji Xingchuan raised his hand and threw it away, pressed the person into his arms and kissed him several times, "Okay, okay, Ranran isn't angry anymore."

Bottle: "......?"

"I ...... am fine." Fang Zhiran bowed his head, "Do you want to continue?"

"You're too nervous." Ji Xingchuan cried and laughed, patting him lightly behind him, "Don't try to be brave."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"Hurry up and go rest." Ji Xingchuan said in a warm voice and went to the restroom.

Fang Zhiran (hp-5) bristles.

He was torn between winter pity and my pretentiousness, and sheepishly decided to go to bed first, next time for sure.

*

Early the next morning, Ji Xingchuan woke up to the sound of his own laughter and silently felt what it meant to be humiliated for two seconds.

Then he slapped Fang Zhiran awake and turned off that noisy alarm clock.

"Get up." Ji Xingchuan said, "Go to Comic-Con."

The two parted ways in front of the house, one heading to Comic-Con and the other to the recording studio.

However, it is the same way to earn gold coins for Mr. Yu Jin.

Today's Comic Con in S city was not large in scale, but there were a lot of people coming, Fang Zhiran in the image of a hacker teenager, when he appeared in the entrance channel, there were already a lot of fans standing around him.

The clicks of photographs connected, and he turned his head sideways and snapped at everyone.

"Shhh." He said, "It's a hacker today, not a celebrity, so make sure you help me hide my identity."

"My God, he's really good at that." A little girl in the crowd said.

"Right." The tall girl next to her said, "Little Snowflakes really provide emotional value."

At this show today, there were several stage plays performed by the big anime clubs in S. City.

The white-haired hackneyed teenager sat at the judges' table, a thin section of wrist peeking out from the side of the cuffs of his white shirt, the pen twirling in his hand as he ticked off a hit on the score sheet.

Stage shows where cosplay was common in the early years of Comic-Con have gradually become much less common over the years.

Fang Zhiran enjoys this format, where a group of people who love the work get together, some write the script, some do the audio, some prepare the props and curtains, and others prepare elaborate clothes and rehearse every day in order to recreate the characters.

Every stage play that is presented at the competition is the result of a team effort, where everyone's love for their characters overflows.

And even in well-prepared stage productions, accidents often happen in actual performances.

For example, the society that just ended the show played Act IV when two prop swords collided, causing one of them to break.

The cosplayer with the broken sword finished the stage play hard, amidst occasional laughter from the audience.

The whole team was nervous, waiting on stage for the judges to give their word, and the one who missed was red in the face and holding his breath.

Fang Zhiran was the first to review.

"You guys had a little mishap." He said, "But don't worry too much about it, it won't affect my judgment of your stage show. Your costuming was all exquisite, and you handled yourselves well, acting unaffected to the end."

"For the role of Jiayu, you have a slight problem with the right side of your fake hair, it would be better if you could work on it a bit more." Fang Zhiran said, "And then, your curtains were pushed well, the time rhythm was stuck very beautifully, remember to thank your behind-the-scenes staff."

He carefully wrote his scoring suggestions and handed them to the race director.

The logistics handed him water and a straw, and he carefully drank some and opened the microphone.

Well, no news, Mr. Winter is busy.

He has a small book signing after the stage show wraps up, and with the limited number of spots put out today, those who make it over are big fans.

"Didn't you come here?" Fang Zhiran looked at the fan in the black and red lolita in front of him, "When you were in c-city?"

"That's quite a memory you have." The little girl said, "Precise to the city."

"Mostly I remember you as a pain in the ass." Fang Zhiran said sourly.

Little Miss: "......"

"I'd forgotten that we're both on the same load." She unwrapped a Lin Qin barf from her pain bag and slapped it on the table, "Take the flowers!"

"Thank you, thank you." Fang Zhiran sees the valley for what it is, "to what?"

"to 'good eye'." The little girl said, "Draw me a Snowflakes."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

It's you.

"Little Snowflakes, may you and Mr. Winter last forever!" The little girl said, "I'll watch over you."

Fang Zhiran holds the bar in his hand, looking left and right.

"Step into the Valley of a Thousand Loads" of the same person, the handle picture is so beautiful, much better than the picture of the official valley.

"Snowflakes-sensei." Another voice came from in front of him.

"Ah, you're the one from earlier." Fang Zhiran looks up, "Broken Sword?"

"It's me, it's me." The other person said, "Thank you Mr. Snowflakes, I almost died of nerves and felt sorry for the club, you said it was okay and I feel much better."

"Can I take a picture?" The other asked.

Fang Zhiran put down his autograph pen and walked over to the guests' table.

He held up his cell phone and pressed the shutter for a few group photos.

"You see if it works." He asked, "No we'll reshoot it."

"You'll get tired like that!" Broken Sword said, "A lot of cosplayers are rushed after the shoot."

Fang Zhiran : "Nothing ...... hey."

This brother, who was taller and stronger than him, suddenly squatted down, hugged his legs, and lifted him up high: "Snowflakes Teacher Sai Gao!"

There was a roar around the room, "Snowflakes, Sego!"

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"Hey no no no, be safe." Will Moon's staff said in a hurry.

"I'll see you next time!" This brother yelled and left.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Damn yeah, the fans are so enthusiastic.

It was fortunate that his senior brother wasn't here today, or else at the level of his senior brother's cautiousness, he would definitely be cleaned up.

"Come on, let's go on." Fang Zhiran said.

City of S, another district.

In the dubbing studio, Ji Xingchuan is holding a manuscript and dubbing a character.

"Stop." Yu Jin, who is the supporting director, beckons, "The mood is not right."

"The tone of the character here should be on the verge of exploding in anger." Yu Jin says, "What's that you have there? Long-awaited joy?"

Yu Jin : "That's been repeated several times and it's never been right, take a break and then we'll start over."

Ji Xingchuan had no choice but to put down the script.

"If you're not busy in a few days, you can take Fang Zhiran over to the house in c-city to have some fun." Yu Jin said, "It just so happens that the house has changed its decoration, and I've specially made display tables to put all kinds of peripherals, so he should like it."

Yu Jin : "What are you watching, Comic-Con live?"

[x-station Comic-Con Official Live Stream: If you didn't get a ticket, come here to see Snowflakes.]

Snowflakes and winter are alike in their love of showmanship.

Fang Zhiran favors cosplayers with complex makeup and seldom wears today's everyday style.

The white-haired teen in the video tilted his head and was saying something to the in front of him.

Fang Zhiran then got up and went to the guest stage to take a picture with the person. Next, the fan suddenly crouched down, hugged the boy's legs and lifted the person up high.

Ji Xingchuan: "?"

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

"Don't watch it live." Yu Jin said, "Go ahead and match it."

Ji Xingchuan picked up the script and read out the character lines.

"Right, right, right." Yu Jin clapped, "My son just has a gift for learning about near-explosive anger in a heartbeat!"

Ji Xingchuan: "."

*

Ever since she got a boyfriend, Fang Zhiran has been leaving her makeup on for a little while after every Comic-Con or makeup trial, so that she can let her brother have a good look at it before she takes it off.

Today was no different, Will Moon's car took him all the way to the underground garage, where he took the elevator straight up and pressed the fingerprint lock.

The door lock clicked open and he pushed his small suitcase inside.

"You're not back yet?" He asked.

There's no sound, so it doesn't look like it's coming back.

He opened the fridge, poured himself a glass of juice, sat down on the couch, and started zapping barbs into the pain pack Su Jia had given him.

Then put in the gold standard vocal doughnut that his winter teacher gave him, and his pain bag co-star would have to blush at the sight of it.

Huh? What's this?

On the coffee table, whence a few more small square boxes!

Why did you really go and buy a new one?

Wait a minute. Is this guy home?

He paced all the way to the den, carrying his pain backpack.

Ji Xingchuan is sitting in front of a computer screen wearing headphones.

"What's going on?" Fang Zhiran probed curiously.

His senior brother took off his headphones and snapped them over his head.

Fang Zhiran : "New dub?"

Listen to it.

An ambiguous, muffled voice, accompanied by a few inaudible gasps.

This audio, why does it sound so Lu Zhu?

The rustling of clothing rubbing was followed by a very soft, airy sound.

"It hurts."

"Get the fuck outta here, you ......*$#@"

Fang Zhiran: "?"

He fumbled to remove his headphones, his cheeks burning hot.

How it was his own voice.

"The equipment was left on last night." Ji Xingchuan innocently said, "A little post-processing, a little processing, don't waste it."

"You have a problem." Fang Zhiran became irritated, "What are you doing handling this, delete it for me!"

He lunged over to delete the file, and the tie dangling in front of him was held down just enough to fall into the other man's lap.

The tie was gently, gently jerked away, and the collar of his shirt, which had not been fastened with a few buttons, opened at once.

The other man pulled the tie over his eyes, and with vision suddenly denied him, he went quiet, relying on the other man as he had done before, out of habit, when he had been injured.

Ji Xingchuan grabbed his hand and slowly led him step by step out of the study.

He was pressed into a sitting position on the soft couch and the other man kissed him by his collarbone.

[Who are you being mean to?

Fang Zhiran: "!"

Good, good s vocals, good sense of control on the year.

Never heard of it. Good desire, good sound!

His struggling hand turned into a half-push, trembling lightly at the kiss.

What are you shaking? Sit still.

The other party changed his voice to a cool and indifferent one, cold and harsh, with a hint of reprimand.

It was as if the person holding him had changed, and instead of kissing his neck, he bit down on the tip of his ear.

Fang Zhiran's hand is not moving.

Okay, that's a good sense of coolness. It's so believable.

With his line of sight blocked, he couldn't predict his opponent's movements or know his expression, and could only unilaterally enjoy the feast of sound.

And once again, the other man's voice changed.

[Ran-Ran just takes pictures with fans, no hugging.]

[Are you locked up to be good?

It's a rare teenage sound that ...... can clip out in the winter, or a sickly feeling crazy batch of teenagers!

The other man's touching of him changed to teasing, pinching his cheeks, squeezing his lips, and ......

Fang Zhiran: "......"

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