Chapter 72: Extra 5: Calling your husband

At noon on the weekend, Fang Zhiran and Lu Zhu are waiting for a coffee at the coffee shop below the binary culture company Shogun Media.

"Play a game?" Lu Zhu asked.

"Not playing." Fang Zhiran coldly refused, "Uninstalled."

"Because you're a vegetable?" Lu Zhu asked.

"You're the one who's good." Fang Zhiran said, "Because I haven't gotten the new skin after 200 draws."

"That makes sense." Lu Zhu uninstalls the game in place, "I'm 250 draws away."

They each took their own coffee and went back to the office.

"Are you and your husband doing a cos video this afternoon?" Lu Zhu asked.

"I'm making a transition video with Ji Xingchuan of ...... and me." Fang Zhiran said, "The kind that transitions from the everyday to the secondary world."

He used to be afraid of falling off the horse, never appearing on camera without a face, nor dressing up or changing, but since his vest is torn and tattered and floating in the wind, he has become a famous surfer and has nothing to fear.

"Then I'll go and spectate." Lu Zhu said.

Mr. Winter's first attempt at cosplay, and Fang Zhiran picks him a great character to play--

A mad-critic researcher who could be called a Frankenstein.

His own character, a researcher-bred experiment, is a silver-haired boy with wolf ears and a wolf tail.

Both characters are NPCs from a popular game set in a post-apocalyptic world where humans and animals have undergone aberrations, and a researcher picks up a clueless wolf-eared teenager and uses him as an experiment, only to fall in love with his own experiment year after year as he breeds it.

So Ji Xingchuan's cosuit was a white lab coat, much like the one they usually wore in the lab on a regular basis, only the nameplate on the chest was a little different.

Ji Xingchuan came out of the dubbing studio and rushed all the way to the office, just in time to see Fang Zhiran sitting on a chair outside the studio, clutching a fake hair and combing it vigorously.

Snowflakes-sensei had already changed into his cosplay costume, the wolf's tail behind him swaying gently as he moved.

"I bought you coffee." Seeing him coming, Fang Zhiran said, "Your cup was a little fragrant, and I tasted off a mouthful."

Ji Xingchuan hmmm'd, picked up the coffee on the table, and took a sip as well.

"Go away." Fang Zhiran lowered his voice, "Don't pull my tail, I'm not fixed yet."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the wolf's tail was ripped off by Ji Xingchuan along with the securing rope.

Fang Zhiran; "......"

Ji Xingchuan smiled apologetically.

"Why did you just come and make trouble for me?" Fang Zhiran urged, "You go and get changed, I'll do your makeup."

"Forget it, I'm with you." Fang Zhiran pushed her boyfriend into the locker room with one hand carrying the hanger and the other pushing the man.

Ji Xingchuan crossed his arms, grabbed the hem of his shirt, and removed his top.

Fang Zhiran swept enviously from one to the other.

"With a body like yours, it's a shame you don't get a role with less fabric." Teacher Snowflakes tsked, then he changed his tune, "Nope, no shame."

Snowflakes Teacher's sole food, how can anyone else eat it.

He put on Ji Xingchuan's white coat for the cos.

"This material ...... does not meet the laboratory regulations ah." Ji Xingchuan said critically.

"But it looks better than our lab coats." Fang Zhiran pushed his boyfriend out again.

He rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a pair of contacts, dark gray, small diameter, perfect for the character's cold and mean image.

"Have you ever worn it?" Fang Zhiran asked.

Ji Xingchuan shook his head.

"Then I'll be gentle." Fang Zhiran unwrapped the package and removed the pupil with the remover.

Ji Xingchuan opened his eyes and saw his little boyfriend step closer, Fang Zhiran's cool fingertips resting on the side of his cheek, his index finger pressed against his eyelid.

"Open wide, yes." Fang Zhiran says, "It won't hurt at all, and it will look great on you."

"Holy shit." Lu Zhu, who was watching from the sidelines, was unconvinced, "The last time I asked you to poke me, not only did you not offer a word of consolation, but you also called me a loser."

Lu Zhu : "Finally did not poke on, I have two eyes with tears in the tail of the eyes red, but also harvested fifteen sentences of scolding, Yu Zhuye, real beauty strong miserable."

"Do you want a curse now?" Fang Zhiran asked.

Ji Xingchuan: "."

"Well, you blink twice to see if it's hard." Fang Zhiran said.

"It's hard." Ji Xingchuan said.

"What's wrong?" Fang Zhiran asked nervously, "Shall I put it back on for you then?"

"Snowflakes is not gentle after the teacher puts it on." Ji Xingchuan said, "It's hard."

Fang Zhiran: "Fuck off!"

He stepped back a little and admired Ji Xingchuan That handsome face, very good, this pupil once worn, the whole person s temperament became cold and sharp.

Many cosplayers in the selection of pupils, only focus on color reproduction, or simply require color development, in fact, not so, the diameter of the size of the pupil, and sometimes on the shape of the role also has an impact.

Ms. Snowflakes is a detail freak, and she takes a long time to pick out just the contacts every time.

He moved a chair and sat in front of Ji Xingchuan, applying makeup.

The peaks of this crazy batch of institutes should be a little higher, the shape of the brows sharper, and he took the brow trimmer and fine-tuned it.

"Eyes closed." He said, "What are you staring at me for?"

Ji Xingchuan obediently closed his eyes.

Two hours later, Mr. Yu Jin, who had finished his work, came out to watch.

"So handsome." Yu Jin said, "This is the son I originally planned to have."

Ji Xingchuan: "."

He was dressed in a cold white lab coat, with white rubber gloves on his hands, his eyebrows were cold, his surrounding temperament was much colder than usual, and he looked at the character's kind of condescending stance.

"Fang Zhiran's cosplay makeup is really well done." Yu Jin praised, "Saved mom a lot of gold coins."

"Mom." Ji Xingchuan said, "When your name was on the household register, did you miss a word? Instead of Yu Jin, you were called Yu Jin Jin?"

"How do you talk to mom!" Yu Jin slapped Ji Xingchuan on the back, "If you two are both ready, go shoot."

Since Fang Zhiran came to Shogun Media, every cosplay video he's been given has been meticulously prepared.

The studio was also built with a lot of care this time around.

It's a cell with bars and a lab, and Shogun's shooting studio is almost 100% recreated from the game.

"It's too similar." Fang Zhiran said, "Even the memos on the wall are exactly the same."

"Of course it's like, the game's side pitched in to sponsor the video and wanted to use it as a promotional video." Yu Jin said, "The other side expressed interest in your work."

"Boss atmosphere." Fang Zhiran led Ji Xingchuan by the hand into the lab.

"Let's shoot the first act scene first." The photographer said, "Let's try and get you a set of videos first, plus a set of cos photos."

In the first act, the wolf-eared teenager is chained to the side of the lab bench, struggling, but the chain around his neck remains in the researcher's hand until he is exhausted.

"This is easy." Fang Zhiran handed Ji Xingchuan the chain from the experiment's collar, "You take it, now imagine that you have Pan Xu's paper in front of you."

An expression of incomparable indifference and dislike immediately appeared on Ji Xingchuan's face.

"Spot on, so spot on." The photographer quipped, "That's the look, that sense of disdain that the very first fellows had."

Cold-colored metal chains snapped around the wolf-eared teen's slender neck, and the researcher grasped the chains indifferently, lifting them upward a little as the lab teens opened their mouths slightly in a begging expression, with tears trailing from the ends of their eyes.

"OKok great." The photographer said, "Both of you have strong faces, you just need to adjust the light in post."

The second scene shows the vacant-looking teenager sitting on a lab bench with an injection needle in the researcher's hand pressed against the side of his neck.

"This is also simple." Fang Zhiran said, "Now that you have your experiment in front of you, you're so keen to confirm your hypothesis that there should be a hint of a fervent quest for knowledge in your cold gaze?"

Ji Xingchuan's expression was immediately in place.

"Very good." The photographer said, "Ms. Winter will do some cosplay later, why are you so good at taking pictures?"

The third act is the wolf-eared boy secretly built a house with the laboratory beaker, he was having fun, the corner of his mouth raised with a smile, but the laboratory door came to the researcher's footsteps, he was so scared that he knocked down the house, hiding under the laboratory table shivering.

And the researcher stood right in front of him looking at him for a long time.

"There seems to be a bit of movement here, right?" Fang Zhiran checked with the cameraman and started directing, "Just stand there for this part, shoot from behind you and watch me perform."

He presents a complete picture of the experimental teenager's change from elation to timidity.

The wolf-eared teen ducked under the table, one hand still peeking out to take the beaker rolling on the floor.

As Ji Xingchuan realized when he saw the last stage production, Fang Zhiran's movements are well thought out, even to the point of reproducing the character's posture as he walks.

The short video wasn't long, and the editing would only keep a few seconds of each scene, so the cameraman didn't have to shoot for too long, and soon, they came to the final scene.

The researcher falls in love with the experimental teenager he has bred, and looks at the teenager with eyes that are no longer filled with desire for research but with intense lust.

"You hold me, yes." Fang Zhiran instructs, "Pulling my ear, because there's a status difference in the relationship between these two right now, but actually emotionally it's my character that's getting the upper hand."

"Don't be too obvious." The photographer said, "Ms. Winter, you should have that look in your eyes, a hidden and deep lust."

Winter Teacher: "."

"I'll think about it." Fang Zhiran said.

Profound because in love?

Hidden because, for the time being, it is not possible to inflict what is in your mind, on the other person.

Ji Xingchuan was thinking hard when he saw the boy in front of him leaning in his direction.

Teacher Snowflakes leaned in beside his shoulder, keeping his voice low enough that only the two of them could hear.

"Honey." He heard little Snowflakes say.

Ji Xingchuan's grip on the man suddenly tightened with force.

"Very good very good." He heard the photographer say, "The look of being aroused but helpless, wanting to let loose but unable to do anything about it, Mr. Winter, you did it, are you the legendary master cosplayer?"

Ji Xingchuan : "......"