Chapter 69: 69 Extra 2 (2) Sharpen your claws (small amount of forum body)

In room 303 of the Faculty of Physics, experts from all the schools of the Faculty are training the members of the Physics Championship for the competition.

The dean held a large teapot and began to speak, "According to our school teacher's analysis of previous competitions, the style of questions in the international and domestic competitions is different, and your answer ideas should be appropriately adjusted ...... old money, focus."

Old Money: "......?"

The last time Lao Qian was criticized for not paying attention was in kindergarten.

I don't blame him for being distracted, but the wings in the afterglow really stood out.

It's moving, isn't it? Is it fluttering? Or am I delirious? Old Money thought helplessly.

Fang Zhiran looked at Old Money, and in a moment of realization, he turned his back, and pressed a hidden switch at the root of his wing.

The transparent elven wings stopped flapping and stopped steadily in mid-air.

Old Money's face showed surprise, it can still be like this?

These contraptions are so well made, aren't they? What's the principle?

"Thank you all for giving us your input." Ji Xingchuan said, "We had a group meeting not long ago to summarize the process of the last competition, and we shared this information with the teachers today."

"I'll cast a screen." He said.

Students from the new media department of the RGC helped him connect his cell phone.

The dean and old money at the same time breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, after all the trouble, every time to engage in academic, Guo Men these people's brains are still very good.

Ding-dong, a PhD student's cell phone connects to the big electronic screen in conference room 303.

Gan Wanhe exclaimed, "It's beautiful!"

The cell phone screen is a cosplay, a white-haired boy lying on light blue petals, his pale blue eyes like a lake in a clear sky.

"Recently shot?" Gan Wanhe whispered loudly and confidentially.

"Previously." Fang Zhiran said, "He went to my Twitter and stole it himself."

"Uh-huh." Gan Wanhe jotted down a line of inspiration.

Old Money looked at the blossoms on his cell phone screen and felt like his worldview had suddenly been blasted.

"I'm in a bit of a hurry." Ji Xingchuan said, "I didn't copy the document in advance, so I can read it together."

He opened the Documents app, picked out a word file called "Post-Game Summary" from a pile of papers, and clicked on it.

The flowchart he drew was clearly enlarged on the public screen.

"Judge number three is also a judge of the International Tournament, and I have compared his critiques from over twenty matchups, and I can roughly surmise the scoring preferences of the International Tournament event team ......" Ji Xingchuan pointed to the schematic with his laser pointer.

Everything was going normally, but not for long.

Ji Xingchuan had just finished his six points when messages started popping up on his cell phone.

[Mom]: Take the time to start a live stream and earn some gold coins for your mom.

[Mom]: It's been 49 hours and 25 minutes since mom has seen you pop gold.

Ji Xingchuan's eyelids fluttered lightly, and he continued without changing his color.

It didn't take long--

[ Lu Zhu ]: I'm here to recommend a novel.

Ji Xingchuan appeared the fastest hand speed in more than twenty years and pulled Lu Zhu black.

"That's about it, I think we should not only prepare the answer plan, but also go through the papers of the judges' teachers in the past two years and analyze their research preferences and so on." Ji Xingchuan quickly ended his speech and returned to his position.

What a close call of a speech.

Meanwhile, the social celebration of the Anime Club of University A had just ended.

The president was approached by a group of friends from an out-of-school club, "Hello, all comers are guests, please entertain us with a spot in a photo shoot with Snowflakes."

"No coincidence." The president said, "He was called to a meeting at the academy at short notice."

"Going in cosplay?" The out-of-school friend gave an admiring look.

In Conference Room 303, Fang Zhiran is holding a thick book and explaining his views.

The night wind blew up from the window, ruffling his light blonde hair, and Ji Xingchuan's gaze didn't move, staying fixed on the side of the boy's face.

Old Money looked down at the time on his watch, it was almost ten o'clock, why is this impromptu meeting taking so long.

Dean was also a bit of a sitter, changing his sitting position a dozen times in three minutes.

Fang Zhiran is still speaking: "There's a little bit more to come."

Old Money was overjoyed.

Fang Zhiran : "I will break it down into seven sub-points."

The old money is in great sorrow.

These Guo Men kids, why are they so good at meetings? Is there no one to make trouble? The teachers can't even sit still.

Lao Qian's eyes swept over Gan Wanhe, swept over Chu Xi, and swept over Jiang Feng, the faces of these people as usual, not the slightest temptation to go home.

Not to mention, the quality of Guo Men students is still high.

Old Money and Dean looked at each other, sensing each other's fidgeting.

"That ...... we ......," Dean said, wanting to speak.

"Teacher you wait for me to finish." Fang Zhiran said, "I'll be done in a minute."

Finally, at nearly eleven o'clock, Fang Zhiran finished his speech.

Old Money and the dean pulled away, and a few of Guo Men's men flanked the elf boy out of Conference Room 303.

"It's going to be a comfortable drive." Gan Wanhe said, "It was over in less than three hours."

"Right." Chu Xi said, "Sifu and Fang Zhiran only spoke briefly today."

"A little winter Snowflakes," Gan Wanhe said, "Let's take a group photo."

This address made the corner of Ji Xingchuan's mouth raise.

"Come on." Fang Zhiran said, "Sister, feel free to shoot."

Chu Xi also came over to rub a group photo together; she's been watching a lot of anime in between writing her dissertation lately, and she's getting marinated in the second generation.

"It was 7:54 when I left the house," Jiang Feng said. Jiang Feng said, "Pan Xu was already sitting in front of his computer."

Jiang Feng is super pleased that Pan Xu said he started writing at eight o'clock, so he must have produced a lot today.

"Then you buy him a bottle of juice later." Fang Zhiran said, "Encouragement."

In full view of everyone, Jiang Feng opened the chat box between the two--

[ Sheng Jiang ]: How much have you written?

[ Pan Xu ]: Explosive 300 words.

[ Sheng Jiang ]: What? Didn't I say I'd make it up to 8:00 and write it at 8:00?

[ Pan Xu ]: I accidentally played to eight o'clock zero nine, not enough whole, I thought of writing at eight thirty, and accidentally played to eight thirty-five, I thought of writing again at nine o'clock.

Jiang Feng: "......"

[ Pan Xu ]: Can you bring me a bottle of orange juice? I think I might be thirsty.

Fang Zhiran took Jiang Feng's cell phone and started typing.

[ Sheng Jiang ]: Thirsty, huh?

[ Pan Xu ]: Yes, yes, yes.

[ Sheng Jiang ]: Squeeze the first draft of your paper, there's enough water in it to keep you alive through the night.

[ Pan Xu ]: Fang Zhiran! It's you!

Fang Zhiran coldly threw the cell phone back to Jiang Feng.

*

x Station.

A video was uploaded by user @A Great Harness Anime Club.

The @UAA Harnessing the Wind Anime Club named the video "The 17th Anniversary of the UAA Anime Club".

It didn't take long for the video to be uploaded and people kept clicking in.

@WhaleYoYoYo - YOYO: Passing by, just clicked in so I could savor it!

@ leek egg pork mushroom stuffing: last year I saw the video of the University of A's animation club's social celebration, the quality is still very high, kudos.jpg

@Won't Talk: Really? I can only say that there are specialties, a bunch of schoolboys get to play the cosplay to see it, do not have to blow too much, right?

@SmashBarReality: there are specialties, which one do you specialize in? Is monkeying around in the IQ basin your specialty?

The Otaku Dance Department performed first, followed by a program of two great anime op sing-alongs, and next up was a stage show prepared by the Harnessed Winds Anime Club of University A.

Many viewers clicked in with the intention of casually watching, with low expectations, only to find that the stage play rehearsed by this school club was unexpectedly good.

@JasmineNotWhite: those dubbed lines just now are so good, I'd love to know which college student dubbed them ah!

@MoDrinkFall: like the sound of winter?

@Smash It Reality: that's right! Our president paid some small price by bringing in Winter and Snowflakes teachers.

@茶色芋：（流口水）（满地乱爬）（原地翻滚）A大真是好啊，社庆演出吃这么好。 (Hate iron is not steel) (pointing), president ah, you say how you so not on the road, you have invited the two, you let them perform something else ah!

"I'm in such good shape for the show tonight." The proud and reserved elfin teenager in the social celebration video lay on his side on the couch, admiring his video over and over again.

The little transparent wings were removed, Ji Xingchuan folded them twice and put them in a box.

Recently, he has vacated a room in his house to put Snowflakes' cosplay equipment.

Little Snowflakes was apparently so pleased that he piled a few cotton dolls into that room, bringing one out every day to pose for pictures by his lunch and putting them back afterward.

"Do you want to eat ......" Ji Xingchuan Just as he turned his head, he realized that the boys were lying on their sides on the couch.

The shoes with the little wings had long since been kicked aside, and the boy's legs were resting lazily on the arm of the couch.

The outer robe had already been taken off when he entered the room, and the selection of material for this remaining cosuit was originally light and soft, and with him lying down like this, the snow-white gauzy hem of the dress spread out, revealing two segments of snow-white and slender calves.

The script for this stage play includes a scene where an elf is injured by the main group, and Mr. Snowflakes doesn't even lose any power when he falls.

From Ji Xingchuan's perspective, the white veil half-covered Fang Zhiran's knee, and the boy's right leg had a few reddish-edged bruises on the knee.

"Does it hurt?" Ji Xingchuan walked over and half-kneeled in front of the couch, clasping his palms around the boy's calves.

The boy's skin seemed to be white and soft, and he pressed more redness away from it with a couple of gentle rubs as he pressed over it with the knuckles of his thumb.

"...... a little." Fang Zhiran was a little tickled by the rubbing, and his leg moved, his toe accidentally kicking his boyfriend's shoulder.

Ji Xingchuan's pupils deepened for a moment, and almost simultaneously, he raised his hand and clasped the boy's ankle.

The light blonde haired teenager lay on his side, one hand resting on his head, drooping eyelids lazily looking at him, and the moment his ankle was grasped and held, Fang Zhiran hadn't felt the danger yet, and even the corners of his mouth curved.

In the next second, Ji Xingchuan suddenly got up, but the hand that grasped his ankle did not let go.

"Ah ......" the elfin teen let out a gasp as he was grabbed by this ankle and dragged a short distance across the couch.

Snow-white gossamer veils fell in droves, like fresh snow, and piled up to his waist, revealing the full outline of his two long legs.

Fang Zhiran was almost carried off the couch, he was shocked, "Are you perverted?"

Obviously, after being together, he had been this and that by the other side quite a few times, but being grabbed by the other side's ankles like this and scrutinized condescendingly, a little blush suddenly grew in the bottom of his heart.

What's more, the other party's unobtrusive gaze was still skimming over his waist from time to time.

"Snowflakes Sensei." His senior said in a hushed voice, "Did you provoke me first?"

"I didn't ......" Fang Zhiran was halfway through his answer, when he suddenly remembered that he had just lightly kicked the other party on the shoulder.

Does that count? No?

Careful boyfriend.

"Is this also called ...... inviting?" The elf boy's waist suddenly made strength, breaking free from the other party's shackles, he intended to kick the other party again, his toes swept over, but he heard a muffled grunt from the other party.

Fang Zhiran rolled over from the couch and sat up, his cheeks slightly red.

I'm not going to lose one of the twenty-four kicks, am I? He thought nervously.

The elven boy pressed the corners of his mouth together and blinked sheepishly.

"You sit down." He pushed down on Ji Xingchuan's shoulder.

His older brother sat down smoothly on the couch, and he inclined his gaze, taking two steps forward and straddling his boyfriend's lap.

The waist suddenly tightened, the other man's right hand instantly wrapped around his waist, and the snow-white gossamer once again dropped and piled up around his legs.

"Don't you move ......" he said in a panic, "Miss Snowflakes will check you out."

Without warning, the other man's right hand rose and flung itself behind him.

"You ......" Fang Zhiran pursed his lips.

"Little Snowflakes," Ji Xingchuan said, "isn't it time to sharpen your claws?"

Fang Zhiran: "......"

The corner of his mouth tugged down as he lifted his right hand, nonchalantly leaving five scratches along his senior's collarbone.

"Ground it." He said, "Like it?"

The price for willful provocation at a time like this was that he was clasped by the back of his neck and pressed violently into his lap.

The boy tilted his head slightly, exposing his fragile neck, the patch of snow-white skin mottled with red from the sucking kisses.

"Check properly." In a low, slow voice, the other man said, word for word, "Dr. Snowflakes."

*

Late at night, the entire section of the University of A campus forums

[Terrific, our school's animation club is out of the ring.]

1L (Willing to give anything to have a strange encounter): I broke my leg at the perfect time.

2L (lifelike): What? There's a social celebration? I'll check out the video too.

3L (Nevaeh Ann): Snowflakes teacher is so beautiful!

4L (red-haired Sego): Speaking of which, I don't know if you guys still remember, in the previous winter, our campus voice had a particularly good sounding campus broadcast, that male voice ......

5L (Green-haired Sego): Yeah oh, I thought that voice sounded like Mr. Winter at that moment, but at that time I thought it was unlikely, how could Winter be in our school?

6L (Snowfall in Wintertime): he was also the one who was at our school ...... Does anyone else remember what was broadcast at the time?

7L（你的秘密中似乎有我）：Not much content ah, is to say that the snowy road is slippery, remind everyone to pay attention to safety. Uh, no, there's one more sentence. What like Snowflakes, like winter or something?

8L (Zi Ganlan): wow! Good meal, reward!