Chapter 65: 65 Good Dreams

He could see nothing, his ears were full of different voices, and the style of touching him varied slightly, as if ...... different people were speaking to him.

Obviously the other side is doing this on purpose, because this clampdown continues-

Little Snowflakes , is this the first time you and that fan have met? Or have you met many times.]

[At this point, how can you still be distracted? Am I being too gentle?]

A hard pinch on the cheek, that super s year uptone said.

You've got the right voice.

You, for that matter, Fang Zhiran, with all the sense he has left, is too small-minded.

He took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and was about to curse when his cheek was gently tapped twice and another voice spoke.

[Ran thinks before he speaks.]

[I'm so sad that Ran-Ran is so close to someone else.]

[Ran-Ran won't want me anymore.]

The crazy batch of sickly feeling teenage voices appeared.

Fang Zhiran is so close to being crazy.

Don't call Ran Ran, it's starting to shake.

If you get the answer wrong, you'll tie RanRan to the bedroom and you won't get any clothes or leave the house.

The sickly sense of laughter pulled the perversity full circle.

Fang Zhiran felt like he had been given several debuffs, his arms and legs were weak, and his ears were slightly numb from the sound.

"Don't recognize ......," he said, "it's the first time I've seen it."

"I don't know ...... he will suddenly rush over to hug me, the staff didn't have time to stop." Reason struggled to break away a little, "Get off me, you pervert, you're so jealous of you."

Struggling, he kicked the side of the coffee table.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

The other man's knee was against his leg, pinning him down on the couch and easily squelching what he thought was a fierce struggle.

[Angry? The cool, stern voice asked.

[It seems like it, and RanRan is so cute when he's angry.] Sickly teenage voice.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Help, really help, how is this even being discussed.

Are you good at being subtle? Fang Zhiran shakes his fist.

The darkness before his eyes and the different voices in his ears gave him a terrible illusion, as if he were being scrutinized and critiqued by several people, the owner of each voice wanting to devour him.

The heat of this terrible illusion swept through his whole body, and little Snowflakes melted away limply.

His collar was tugged a little looser, revealing his slender collarbone, and his pale skin seemed to be tinted with a thin layer of red, the backs of his thin shoulders trembling lightly from the other party's flirtatious and teasing utterances.

"Winter ...... teacher." The boy's voice was so soft that he called out several times before the other gave a response.

"Ran." The other used his native voice, "I'm here."

All those voices disappeared, and in an instant, he fell back into his boyfriend's arms.

This voice actor's hidden strength is truly terrifying, Fang Zhiran began to bellyache.

But with his voice normalized, the burning gaze that had fallen on his skin didn't seem to go away, and the blazing sensation still swept over him, roasting him like a fish desperate to be doused with cool water.

What was I expecting? He thought hard with his dulled head.

Before he could ponder the outcome, he heard the other man's undisguised laughter first.

"Fang Zhiran, do you like yearly controllers, or do you like sickly little perverts, or cool youthful tones?" Ji Xingchuan asked, "Or do you only like winter?"

"Fuck off ......" says Fang Zhiran, "don't even like it."

"So Fang Zhiran how ...... do you," the other kissed him in the ear and whispered in his ear, "react?"

Fang Zhiran: "......"

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

None of your business!

Fang Zhiran snapped his hand open, grabbing his opponent's collar out of nowhere and yanking hard.

Ji Xingchuan: "."

Button-1.

The boy's shapely eyes were bound by a black tie, his cheeks burned red, and his mouth was reddened from the kiss, with a vague glistening of water on his lips.

He was like a ripe fruit, exuding sweetness everywhere, making people want to pick it, and even more want to savor it with abandon.

His slim wrists were sideways, his fingertips tightening as he gripped Ji Xingchuan's collar, deluding himself into showing no weakness.

"Hurry up then." Little Snowflakes commands, "Take responsibility for what you ...... have done."

There was a breathy laugh in his ear, and the other withdrew his hand.

Clinking, is that the sound of clinking glasses? Fang Zhiran thought.

Immediately afterward, a hand came around his shoulder and helped him half-sit up, the cold glass against his lips.

"Drink some water." Ji Xingchuan said.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Fang Zhiran: "Gobble gobble gobble."

Thirsty indeed.

At certain points, his senior brother had been very attentive, as if ...... he knew his body better than he did.

He pursed his lips and heard another tiny movement, Ji Xingchuan took something apart and threw it in the trash?

The next second, the other man's hands looped under the bend of his knees and suddenly scooped him up across the room.

Fang Zhiran was startled and tightened his arms around Ji Xingchuan's neck.

"You're pretty strong." He muttered.

He was answered by the other man's voice with a laugh, "It's Mr. Snowflakes very light."

He felt himself being placed on the large, soft bed as the other man covered over and kissed him across the cheek again.

Scaring him with such perverted talk, but touching him with tenderness to the bone, a cherubic attitude that made him nervous again.

How could this man treat him so gently, as if he were some fragile treasure.

He always felt that he was a little grass grown on the soil, let the wind blow and the rain beat him, over time may also be a little toxic, but also a little thorns, whoever touches him will be stabbed, but still inconspicuous, is a tenacious and unattended plant.

Now someone has taken a pot, shoveled him home, and tried to water him, keeping him as a famous flower, occasionally ruffling the spikes on his blades of grass, and complimenting him on his greatness.

He seems to, and not less take his prongs Za Ji Xingchuan, but his senior brother seems to not care, and even ...... quite like it?

Just really ...... quite uncomfortable.

Ji Xingchuan is in the middle of a kiss when he realizes that Snowflakes is freezing solid again.

Ji Xingchuan poked the small ice flower with his finger.

[Ranjan, relax.]

[Don't be so nervous.

This time it's the voice of ...... winter teacher.

[Don't be afraid.

Fang Zhiran froze, and time seemed to have gone back six or seven years.

It was one of those sweltering afternoons when he sat at the counter of the Wellness Pharmacy, finishing up the papers he had left at school, and putting on the headphones he had saved up to buy.

That voice in the headphones was gentle and nice.

It seems like one day he even got mixed up in a bunch of comments and swiped a few words-

@Chopping Star's Blade Ao Shadow Warlord Cosmic Overlord Ran: Winter Teacher, are people happy when they grow up? It seems like I'm kind of growing out of it.

[Maybe not?

The voice in the headset, surprisingly, answered his question.

[But when you get to that day, look back the way you turned, and there will be no wind or rain.]

[Unhappy?

[Don't be afraid.

[You won't be in one place forever.]

There is a big world out there, when you grow up, go to b city, then see s city, then see the world, you can meet so many people, see so many interesting things.

[Grow up safely first.

More than two years later, Fang Zhiran stood on the university campus and received a message from Su Jia.

[ Su Jia ]: wow wow wow wow, your field photo is on fire hey, think of a cn and I'll build you an account!

[F]: Knowingly?

[ Su Jia ]: Who surfs in real names! Think again.

Think again? What's that called?

[F]: Snowflakes.

This is a good one, sounds like it belongs in the same series as his favorite dub teacher's id.

[ Su Jia ]: ah ah ah id is taken, you add a prefix, Snowflakes who likes cosplay? Snowflakes who likes little dresses?

[F]: Little Winter Snowflakes.

[ Su Jia ]: ? What a characterless prefix!

[ Su Jia ]: Never mind, this is it. Sign up, and your account will be called "Winter Snowflakes".

Yeah, take it easy.

The voice in his ear said.

Fang Zhiran slowly eased his breathing, feeling the other man's fingertips resting on his first button and undoing it again, kissing all the way through again.

"Winter teacher, Snowflakes likes you." He was a little incoherent, "It used to be that kind of like, now it's this kind of like, anyway ...... all the time."

The other man understood, and slightly more forcefully pressed him hard into his arms.

The boy's slender five fingers dangling over the edge of the bed tightened abruptly, the pale pink nails whitening slightly as they would scratch the sheets out in tiny folds.

[Little Snowflakes.]

He heard the other man call him.

"Little Snowflakes ...... only fall in your season." He whispered, "So it's ...... Little Snowflakes in winter."

Wrapped in the other man's arms, as never before, he felt immensely at ease.

So that's how it feels, like the wandering soul has a place to return to.

[Uh, you're Winter's little Snowflakes.]

Ji Xingchuan kissed him on the brow.

......

*

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

[Ha-ha-ha.]

[Gryphon, kneel to me.]

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

Ji Xingchuan pushed back the covers and sat up, rushing under the pillow to find Fang Zhiran's cell phone and turn off the noisy alarm clock.

There are so many good audio clips out there, Fang Zhiran had to pick this one for his alarm clock.

He put the cell phone back, his Fang Zhiran lying on his side, sleeping soundly, half his face buried in the quilt, his long eyelashes trembling slightly as he breathed.

Ji Xingchuan touched the boy's forehead.

It's good, it didn't burn.

Yesterday, when the arrow was in the air, he pressed the man to the bed and came once, during which time he got three scratches on the back of his hand from Fang Zhiran.

Then Fang Zhiran stumbled up, changed out of his soiled c-suit, and went back into the bathroom to wash up.

He was trying to help, but he ended up pressing the man against the pool again, getting three more marks on the back of his hand, but this time, Fang Zhiran seemed much happier, and kissed him back, calling him softly "boyfriend".

It's not enough. Ji Xingchuan wants to hear more.

He rubbed the boy's soft hair for a moment and pushed back the covers to get out of bed and calculate the damage.

His shirt had lost two buttons, his belt had been pinched with a couple of fingernail marks, and well ...... there was a teeth mark on his neck.

The nightstand and sink that Fang Zhiran hammered into yesterday were undamaged.

It seems to have either tightened up or really run out of steam.

Ji Xingchuan felt it was the latter.

His cell phone vibrated--

[ Lu Zhu ]: [red packet], can you pull me back into the company group, I just looked for little Snowflakes and he ignored me.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: He's sleeping.

[ Lu Zhu ]: Wow, you're good.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: ?

[ Lu Zhu ]: plain speaking, you can chase Snowflakes with my credit. I've taken credit for Winter Snow, I've sweated for the company, and I've made money for Auntie.

Group Chat [Shogetsu Culture - May Comic Con Preparation] (145)

[ Ji Xingchuan ] pulled [ Lu Zhu ] into the group chat.

[ Lu Zhu ]: [share x station comic: six husbands pampering everyday after rebirth]

[Poor Scribbler] kicked [ Lu Zhu ] and [ Ji Xingchuan ] out of the group chat.

Ji Xingchuan: "?" Sitting in a row?

*

Fang Zhiran slept pretty well, he had a pretty long dream about fighting someone in his old neighborhood.

Six to two, opposing teammates are like wolves and tigers, and his teammate Liu is so unreliable that he swings his broom at him from time to time.

At that moment, a voice rang out.

[I'm here to help you.]

Lin Qin fell down from the sky and sent a piece of people flying with one skill.

Then, one by one, the characters that Winter's teacher had paired him with appeared before him, shielding him from the group of bullies.

Fang Zhiran rubbed his hands together with emotion.

Then a large group of characters turned their heads and jammed him into a corner.

"Now, isn't it time to repay us."

"Do you want to come together, or one at a time."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Ahhhhhhhh.

That's how Fang Zhiran woke up.

Good, bizarre dream.

He rolled over and began to digest the overly complicated dream, the change in position causing a bit of an undeniable ache behind him.

Fang Zhiran : "...... ah."

It hurts, indescribably.

He burrowed his head under the covers and hibernated for a moment.

But yesterday Fang Zhiran still had the pleasure of being there.

Well, I'm not pure white little Snowflakes anymore.

His back was a little sore, and the roots of his legs ached a little, but he struggled to get up, his cheeks heating up as he scanned the faintly visible fingerprints along his ankles.

The warm aroma of a meal wafted through the living room.

Mrs. Winter cooked?

"Why are you up?" On the sofa, Ji Xingchuan, who was holding his laptop, turned his head when he heard the movement, "Tired of sleeping?"

"It's almost noon." Fang Zhiran said, "I want to discuss some experiments with Lao Guo this afternoon."

Ji Xingchuan was silent for a moment, watching his Fang Zhiran with an extremely cold face and extremely slow steps, limping and moving to the bathroom.

Ji Xingchuan's conscience shallowly ached.

On the computer screen in front of him was the Guo Men group chat.

Group chat [逢考必郭] (27)

[ Lao Guo ]: Dear students, the teacher has to catch the afternoon flight back to country A. Everyone should get along well and cheer up.

[ Gan Wanhe ]: Lao Guo is leaving already? Won't you stay a few more days?

[ Gan Wanhe ]: What did you come back for? To clean up Guo Men?

[ Lao Guo ]: That's true, but I have a temper. The project is very tight, so when it's over in May, the project will be over, and the teacher will be back.

[Lao Guo]: [red packet]

[ Jiang Feng ]: If Lao Guo doesn't leave, he will be screwed by those two roll kings. He seems to have helped Pan Xu rewrite the literature review in the past two days, which is a great loss, and I should have known that I would have found some work for Lao Guo.

[ Jiang Feng ] withdrew a message.

[ Jiang Feng ]: Sorry, wrong group.

[ Lao Guo ]: @ Jiang Feng, soybean knocking head.jpg

[ Lao Guo ]:@ Ji Xingchuan, work harder on the Pan Xu paper, huh?

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: penguin sitting and shivering.jpg

[ Lao Guo ]:@ Pan Xu, then let Fang Zhiran help you look at it too, we all pick up the firewood. It's okay, when you defend in May, your teacher will come back to help you.

[ Pan Xu ]: Yeah!

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: The crowd picks up the firewood, what, why don't we spell out a thesis for him in Pinduoduo?

[ Pan Xu ]: ......

In front of the bathroom mirror, Fang Zhiran looked left and right, then wrung out a towel soaked in cold water and poked and prodded at his eyes.

"What's wrong?" A voice came from the door, "Is something wrong?"

"I've, like, gone mono ...... " Fang Zhiran said.

Ji Xingchuan: "Pfft."

"It'll change back tomorrow." Ji Xingchuan's gaze swept over the boy's slightly red eyelids, "Your eyes are a little swollen too."

Fang Zhiran stared, blinking and blinking in the mirror, feeling as if she looked better despite her swollen eyes.

His eyes fell on the sink in front of him.

When he was pressed in front of the mirror yesterday, he was one weak legged and his eyelashes were uncontrollably damp.

Crying my ass off, no contest, didn't even cry when it was a dozen or five in front of the Wellness Pharmacy.

Master has become weak?

"Ranran, don't observe yourself, come out and eat something once you've washed up." Ji Xingchuan called to him, "The food is already ready, I cook quite well."

"Roger that, I'll be there shortly." Fang Zhiran said.

The two of them headed back to the living room, one after the other, gradually pulling away like the tortoise and the hare in a race.

Ji Xingchuan: "."

Fang Zhiran : "...... Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

"You sit on the sofa and eat." Ji Xingchuan said, "The chair will be a little uncomfortable."

The TV is playing a new movie, this one just came out, the first episode is very good, Fang Zhiran holding the bowl, watching with great interest.

"Grandpa Liu recommended it to me." Fang Zhiran said, "He likes hot-blooded tomatoes."

Ji Xingchuan was next to him, and after a while, he got a little closer and followed along, watching and commenting.

"Is the op going to jump over?" Fang Zhiran asked.

"Listen if you like, don't jump." Ji Xingchuan said.

Fang Zhiran: "Yeah."

Watching fanfic with your boyfriend will really make you feel at home.

*

After lunch, Ji Xingchuan went out, no one was at home, and Fang Zhiran couldn't help himself and started to wander around.

The bedroom has a new set of sheets, probably from Ji Xingchuan in the middle of the night last night, and I think it's a good idea to think that he's pretty much scratched the previous ones.

He stared for a moment, then slipped off to the study again.

He was still partial to the desk and liked to sit on this side where he'd listened to the winter radio station countless times, and now he was sitting where it had been born.

Clock in, must clock out.

Fang Zhiran took his headphones, snapped them on his head, and gave a yay to the selfie camera, just in time to capture the desk and the pile of equipment.

@Winter's Little Snowflakes : Hee hee hee hee, [photo], today's cos voice actor. (*^▽^*)

Comments section -

@Bad Eyes: cos it's a good likeness! Little Snowflakes, I'll show you, I improved 100 places on this monthly test, aren't I great. [Award photo]

@tsk: wow, your eye makeup is so pretty today, is that red eye shadow?

@Author- Ji Yu : Like. Thumbs up.jpg

@GingerOldSpice: @Author- Ji Yu, more text ah, running around on the internet every day, have that time to write several words.

@ Sheng Jiang replied to @GingerOldHot: Yes, yes, you're right.

@Winter's Little Cod Flower: Snowflakes Flower, are you going to Mr. Winter's meet in a few days? It's been a while since I've seen you two in the same frame since that tournament.

@DongQi's little Snowflakes: I just don't have the same frame to show you, I found some contacts, and touched me into the student forum of the University of A. It is said that these two often soak in the lab together.

@eyegood: ah ah ah my little Snowflakes, who are you in the house ah, why are you still wearing pajamas it, the equipment behind this, I remember the winter teacher is not sent ah? [photo] From the light, this moment is noon, how do you wear pajamas at noon, is just up? Then why did you sleep until this point? Oh no, our little Snowflakes have really been taken by the winter!

RT @ZiGanlan: Whoo hoo hoo! @EyesGood, following you, asking for a reciprocal.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Your eyes, they are really quite good.

But, that being said, with the end of March just around the corner, Will Moon Media's meet and greet program is coming up.

A few months ago, he was preparing his gift by heart, writing a pretty long prose piece that he planned to read to Mrs. Winter at the meet and greet, and looking around for a meal every day, more than one meal at a time.

After a few months, the winter teacher gave more meals than he could eat.

Fang Zhiran, the secondary winner.

*

Ji Xingchuan drove his car and caught Lao Guo in front of the school, who was about to take a taxi.

He blended in with a line of cabs soliciting customers and beckoned to Lao Guo, "Airport, going or not?"

Lao Guo: "......"

"Come up." Ji Xingchuan said, "Hurry up."

Lao Guo grunted and huffed as he shoved the suitcase into the trunk.

"What kind of world is this?" The cab driver waiting for passengers in front of the school raised his voice, "Porsche still steals business from us!"

Ji Xingchuan kicked the gas and took off.

Lao Guo was a bit touched: "Why did you still come specially to send teacher, teacher didn't accept you for nothing."

"You're welcome." Ji Xingchuan said, "Mr. Guo, on the seat next to you, there's a piece of draft paper, do you see it?"

Ji Xingchuan: "That's Fang Zhiran's latest experimental program, you take it with you and ponder over it when you get on the plane, and when you get back to A, you two can have a video conference to discuss it."

Lao Guo opened his mouth and let out a silent cry.