Chapter 70: Extra 3: Mistakenly entering a live broadcast

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

[The pictures from today's training session are really good.]

1L (good luck to those who see it): [photo]x9, so out of the box, it looks good any way, I feel like I've improved my skills.

2L (Lab Dobie): Hahaha just listened to my guide spouting off, saying that a meeting was added on short notice, and it ended up taking more than three hours?

3L (Qian Men College No. 1): Sober up, your skills haven't improved, you're making our Mr. Qian look ugly.

5L (well-known mentor): Hahahahaha.

6L (Lab Dobie): Laughing my ass off, halfway through the cosplay, I was called to a meeting. I want to ask the professional cosplayer are so strong, take pictures without dead angle.

7L (Lab Watchdog): Guo Men, the number one roll king, is also able to carry the camera ah, you guys engaged in the second generation of face value are so high?

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At night, in the living room.

White, slender legs straddled the cold-colored couch, the bruises and redness on his knees swirling a little more.

The teenager's light blonde frontal hair swayed gently, the two locks of wolf-tail hair were slightly long and spread out along the collarbone with mottled hickey marks, and his kissed mouth was slightly open as if he couldn't close it, overflowing with a little very light gasp.

His fingers on Ji Xingchuan's neck suddenly tightened, and then as if he had lost his strength, his waist went limp, and he hugged the other's neck, going limp on the other's body.

"I don't have the strength." Fang Zhiran said, "Have you had enough?"

"Uh ...... right away." The voice in his ear said.

The voice was tinged with an unusual mellowness, a nice sound that Fang Zhiran usually found hard to hear, and he was stunned, his hands hesitantly dropping as they moved to resist.

The other man seized the moment, grabbed hold of his waist, pushed him down onto the couch, and held him down for another round.

The clock was pointing to one o'clock, and Fang Zhiran stumbled a bit as he climbed off the couch, his legs still vaguely trembling as he walked to the dressing mirror in the locker room.

"You're still writing less papers." He scolded lowly.

It's quite a toss-up.

"Quite a lot." Ji Xingchuan, who came along, said, "Enough for many Pan Xu to graduate."

The elfin teenager in the mirror was still beautiful, but had lost her earlier pride and reserve, and was more bright and pitiful.

Mr. Snowflakes' base makeup is very light today, and he only focuses on shaping the elf boy's eyes, so even though the sweat beads slipping from the corner of his forehead wet his hair and roll down his cheeks, his Snowflakes teacher is still exquisite and beautiful.

"The waistband tore me out of shape, and one of the accessories fell off." Fang Zhiran examines his cosplay in the mirror, "It's soiled here, and here, and here ...... cosplay is hard to wash."

And, even if it was repaired to perfection and washed and refreshed, he was unlikely to wear it again.

I can't help it, the memories of the dress are so vivid that my legs start shaking when I put it on.

Ji Xingchuan leaned against the wall and listened to him condemn himself half-heartedly, "I'll buy you a new one."

"Who asked you to buy it?" Fang Zhiran continued to examine the clothes.

Having just been tossed by the other man, he wore nothing under the snowy hem of his shirt, and as he held it carefully with his back to the mirror, there were a few very faint fingerprints between the whites at the back of his waist.

Ji Xingchuan's throat knots moved up and down.

But it can't go on, because Fang Zhiran is at his limit, and if he makes any more trouble, his house may depreciate.

"Hurry up and change your clothes." He said, "Go take a shower."

"Why didn't I see you in a hurry just now." Fang Zhiran muttered, dragging his two heavy legs towards the bathroom.

Ji Xingchuan received a glass of cool water, poured it down, sat down on the couch fully clothed, and picked up the cell phone from the carpet, which had just rung but gone unheeded.

[Mom]: Your dad bought Fang Zhiran some out-of-print books, so come back and move them when you're free.

[Mother]: I went to the mall today and bought a very nice set of pajamas for Fang Zhiran to wear, I think you should like them.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Penguin carrying love.jpg

It was close to midnight, and Yu Jin had gone to bed without sending another message.

Ji Xingchuan opened the website of a jewelry brand and picked out a ring for a while. Fang Zhiran's fingers are thin, so this should look good on her.

The brand's new earrings are also good, Fang Zhiran has pierced ears, and today the elfin boy's ears are adorned with little pale gold feathers.

When Ji Xingchuan was playing with it, he accidentally hooked the feather, and Fang Zhiran screamed out in pain.

Then you can buy some earrings.

Ji Xingchuan saw the necklace again from the earrings and thought that the silver-white chain with crystallized diamonds should look especially good on a boy's neck.

Come to think of it, he seems to be trying to decorate his little Snowflakes with all the things in the world that boast value.

It would be better to have precious diamonds and pearls instead to fill each other's lonely teenage years.

The bathroom door was pushed open, and Fang Zhiran came out while yawning, the ends of his eyes lazy and tired.

"Does it hurt?" Ji Xingchuan asked him.

Fang Zhiran: "You stay out of this!"

Just forgot about it.

It didn't hurt that much, but the position tended to make him weak repeatedly, losing his strength to sit back between the other man's legs again and again, and being held down so firmly that it wasn't good for him to run away.

Just once in a while, your back gets really sore.

"Go to bed if you're tired." Ji Xingchuan said, "I still have a review comment to finish."

Fang Zhiran has gone to bed to read manga.

It's a good day, a couple of the comics he's been chasing have been updated, and he's gorged himself on them.

Just saw the burning place and the message popped up on the tablet -

[ Lu Zhu ]: Are you asleep?

[F]: Nope.

[ Lu Zhu ]: Your husband blacked me out.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

I ...... what?

[ Lu Zhu ]: How come there's no news on light input? Not to talk about so long has not so shouted him, right?

[ Lu Zhu ]: You try it, just control him for five seconds.

Really? But it's really embarrassing to be called so close.

Fang Zhiran pondered.

Then try and give his boyfriend a heart attack when you get the chance.

Ji Xingchuan helped Lao Guo finish writing the review comments, and when he returned to the bedroom, the boy was already asleep, the quilt perfunctorily resting on his waist.

He turned off the light and got into bed, tucking the covers over the man before wrapping them in his arms.

Fang Zhiran seemed to be exhausted and slept heavily, and moved a little closer to his arms.

It's so cute, Ji Xingchuan thought, Fang Zhiran still smells good after a bath, so I'll just cuddle up and go to sleep, and I'll have good dreams all night long.

Ji Xingchuan left a small night light and fell asleep in his arms.

*

After a week of yelling like a jumping penguin, Ji Xingchuan finally agreed to do a face-to-face live broadcast.

The next evening, Ji Xingchuan cooked Fang Zhiran noodles, and after the meal, he began to set up the live broadcasting equipment.

Fang Zhiran slumped down on the sofa and chatted with Jiang Feng and the others.

[F]:@ Pan Xu, it seems like we're the only two whose U of A forum ids aren't dishes hey.

[ Pan Xu ]: It seems like, I counted, cabbage, Zi Ganlan, Sheng Jiang, tomatoes, they're really all ingredients.

[ Gan Wanhe ]: It's because when the forum came out in the first place, Sifu accidentally registered the wrong one, and everyone followed afterward ah.

[F]: I'd also like to harmonize with you.

[ Pan Xu ]: A big forum id can't be changed after registering, is it not good to keep unique with me?

Thirty minutes later.

[F]: It's done. It's changed to "cumin." I'll be the spice. I'll be the seasoning.

[ Pan Xu ]: We, Fang Zhiran, are sometimes childishly cute.

[ Gan Wanhe ]: Fang Zhiran is so powerful, how did you change it?

[F]: I asked the Vice Chancellor about it and he said that it can actually be changed and that an administrator would need to do it for me.

[F]: I said I could get Ji Yu to change 10w words more this month, and he changed it for me.

[ Pan Xu ]: ......?

[ Pan Xu ]: Human officers?

In the study, Ji Xingchuan finished tuning up the equipment, dropped a live notification on Weibo, and opened the live room.

In an instant, many fans flooded into the live broadcast.

[Winter Teacher! Just in time for me.]

[Followed for years, let me squat to show my face live, old fans so happy.]

[Laughing my ass off, did you know that pictures of your meeting were carried out of the U of A forums and then set the internet on fire?]

[After the Comic-Con panel, Snowflakes Jr. is cosplaying at an academic conference... hahahahaha, is there anything else he wouldn't dare do?]

[Speak up, say hello to us.]

[Handsome as this face is, I'm making an effort to take a screenshot.]

"Hello everyone, I'm ......" Ji Xingchuan was about to open his mouth to greet his fans.

A sudden open-hearted laugh came from the direction of the living room.

"Hit him, Yu Zhuye, don't freeze, mending!" Fang Zhiran, who was playing the game, was super loud, "I told you to mop up and you sent food, why are you gone? Ah, I'm gone too."

"This game is so unfriendly to Lin Qin." Fang Zhiran roared.

Winter Teacher's Live -

[?]

[Distinguish carefully between de-epilepsy, de-rage, reduced decibels, and increased sanity... that's the sound of little Snowflakes, isn't it?]

[? Mr. Winter, you're hiding Snowflakes.]

Ji Xingchuan: "."

"Yu Zhuye, you dog." Fang Zhiran says, "My credibility points are gone."

[Playing a game? With Yu Zhuye?]

[Little Snowflakes don't play with Yu Zhuye, he's been on game promotions before and has lost a few games.]

[Snowflakes did this too ......]

[......]

"I'm done." On the team channel, Fang Zhiran says, "I'm going to switch teaching anchors and learn some more tricks."

"Then I'll go and learn some too." Lu Zhu said, "By the way, your boss went on air, when you just scolded me, the delay was 2 seconds, and I heard it again from his live room, which is equal to you scolding me twice."

Lu Zhu cut a miserable vocal line, "I'm going to tell your husband that you bully your teammates."

Fang Zhiran returned the game.

It's live. Mr. Winter is live!

As a longtime winter fan, he doesn't miss every radio station in winter.

Now that the quality of life is higher and conditions have gotten better, you don't even need headphones, you can just listen to it when you get over there.

You can even make a move on a radio anchor, and since it's a radio station anyway, the audience doesn't know about it.

Fang Zhiran wandered over in his pajamas.

"Are you dressed so formally for a radio broadcast?" He kept his voice very, very light.

The audience shouldn't be able to hear it.

Ji Xingchuan: "."

Pop-ups -

[Hi?]

[I can't see anything.]

[What cute pajamas, I guess.]

[How come I don't see little Snowflakes? I don't see anything.]

Fang Zhiran : "......"