Chapter 80: Extra 8 (3) The right way to use the vocal doughnut

"Isn't this in front of you?" Ji Xingchuan squeezed his little brother's shoulders, pushed the man forward a bit, and patted his head twice, "It's quite complete."

"He also published several papers, won a national award, and took first place in the qualifying round of the physics championship." Ji Xingchuan said, "So good, what are you not satisfied with?"

"I have what ......" Lao Guo was asked, froze for two seconds and then stormed out, "Is that your credit? Fang Zhiran could have gotten so many grades in the first place! I asked you to take care of him, it's a kind of mentor and friend relationship, guiding him in his study and giving him some help in his life, you ......"

Why did you still take Shifu back to the nest?

"Mr. Guo, my older brother is very responsible." Fang Zhiran says, "He leaves me a lot of tasks. I give him four reading notes a week, I help out in the lab for more than four hours a day, I give him monthly reports on the progress of my dissertation, and I work as a substitute assistant for him, and I'm going to help supervise some of the undergraduate students' dissertations."

Lao Guo: "......?"

Jiang Feng's freshly boiled water tilted, tipped over on the back of his hand and scalded himself with a scream.

Indeed responsible, any one of these items singled out could kill a few Pan Xu.

"This lethal amount of work, how did you fall in love with him?" Lao Guo asked heartily.

"Of course it's his seasonal brother who has something else to offer." Gan Wanhe said.

"That's right, and this job, it's no big deal for Fang Zhiran." Chu Xi also said, "Lao Guo don't beat up the lovebirds."

"I didn't ......" Lao Guo argued, "I don't do that kind of thing."

Lao Guo was just a bit worried, and before he ran away, he gave the right to control Fang Zhiran to Ji Xingchuan.

Under this kind of unequal relationship within the division, Ji Xingchuan wanted to pin down the well-behaved junior apprentice brother, in fact, it was easy.

Lao Guo was so miserable that his hair fell out.

But Fang Zhiran seems to be in really good shape, happier than before, and better looking, he received such a good student, Qian Nanzheng behind the scenes probably want to die of acid.

"Come on, let's go to the lab." Ji Xingchuan said.

"Coming." Fang Zhiran put on his lab coat and hummed a character song from a recent novel as he exited the office and the door closed.

"Don't worry Lao Guo," Gan Wanhe said, "you have little contact with Fang Zhiran, you may be deceived by his appearance, he is not as easy to bully as you think."

Gan Wanhe : "Also, Brother Ji is not the type of person who will do anything to get anything."

Lao Guo: "But ......"

"With a thud, Fang Zhiran, wearing a white lab coat and goggles, crashed through the door.

"I almost forgot." Fang Zhiran said, "Where's Mr. Guo, he hasn't signed my papers yet."

"Senior brother, if you ...... forget a few more times, Lao Guo may be gone." Jiang Feng took off Lao Guo from behind the door.

*

School of Physics section of the U of A Undergraduate Forum

[Senior coming in! Who are your thesis advisors? How do you feel?

1L (Physics session can't do without me): my instructor was Lao Chen and the experience was great.

2L (Early 8's Dog): was assigned to Old Money, who seems to be mostly busy with foundation programs and almost zero instruction.

3L (Fire Dragon Dog): My thesis advisor is Mr. Guo Lin.

4L (Early 8's dog): Has Lao Guo been abroad before, and is there anyone to supervise your dissertation, FireDragonDog?

5L (Fire Dragon Dog): Yes, it was supervised by Lao Guo's master's students on behalf of the students. My roommate was more fortunate, and that paper of hers was assigned to the faculty.

6L (the dog of eight in the morning): Fang Zhiran? It's so cool, I also want to be guided in my dissertation by Ms. Fang Zhiran.

The next evening, Xu Qiuning, a senior at the School of Physics, knocked on the door of Lao Guo's office.

"Enter." A voice said from inside the door.

Xu Qiuning froze and pushed open the door.

"Mr. Guo?" She asked, "You've returned home?"

"Back, it's time to come back." Lao Guo said cheerfully, "Is it Xu Qiuning? Your thesis was supervised by Fang Zhiran, right? He's still in the lab, so sit down and wait."

Xu Qiuning froze, she had attended Lao Guo's class for one semester, and Lao Guo even remembered her.

"Want some water?" Lao Guo fiddled with the water dispenser, "Fang Zhiran is halfway through his instruction, so I won't look at it for you, these few students of mine are quite good and have their own system for writing papers."

The two hadn't chatted for a few moments when the office door was gently pushed open.

"Lao Guo." Ji Xingchuan asked, "Money for the new program ......?"

"Ranran." Ji Xingchuan called back, "Schoolmate is looking for you."

"I'm coming I'm coming." Fang Zhiran scurries over, "Wait for me, I'll wash my hands."

Ji Xingchuan looks up, and little white lab coat versions of Snowflakes flash down the hallway.

Just out of the lab, the boys unbuttoned their lab coats, the hem of their wide lab coats hanging down at their sides, making them look thinner and thinner around the waist.

"Long time no see, here I am." Fang Zhiran rushed into the office and hung his white coat in the closet.

He had just washed his hands and had a bit of the fresh scent of soap on him.

"Ji Xingchuan, give me the draft paper." He branched out.

Ji Xingchuan drew two sheets of A4 paper from the bookcase and handed him the pen pinned to the side of his white coat pocket.

"I read your paper yesterday, the ideas are clear, no problem to graduate." Fang Zhiran said, "I'll add something to it and we'll compete for the outstanding graduate award from the School of Physics."

"Sure?" Ji Xingchuan interjected from the side, "The student I'm mentoring really wants to compete for this award, too."

"You want to beat me, dream on." Fang Zhiran casually pulled open a drawer and took out a Snowflakes ring that he had taken off during his experiments, and naturally slipped it onto his finger, "Let me tell you what I'm thinking, schoolmate."

Ji Xingchuan's gaze fell on the ring, and the corners of his mouth gradually curved up.

Lao Guo looked at Fang Zhiran and then at Ji Xingchuan, feeling that he might have misjudged something.

His doctoral student, in the undergraduate stage, the results are extremely good, is the ideal boyfriend in the hearts of many people, but so many years, Ji Xingchuan froze is not interested in anyone, there is a tendency to follow the physics laboratory for the rest of his life.

Lao Guo felt that the smiling Ji Xingchuan in front of him was a far cry from the cold and serious doctor of physics he was a year ago.

Never mind, Guo Men can digest it internally, Lao Guo thought.

And, Lao Guo glanced at the broken door.

Okay, much ado about nothing.

"Why are you looking at me?" Ji Xingchuan sensed Lao Guo's gaze.

"For the peace of the office." Lao Guo lowered his voice to a whisper, "Mind your little boyfriend."

*

Another weekend, Fang Zhiran and Ji Xingchuan's vintage cos shoot started.

This time, the shooting location was the Northwest Desert, Yu Jin simply gave the whole company a few days off and chartered a plane to travel.

The plane lands in L. Ji Xingchuan pushes an oversized suitcase on which sits Fang Zhiran, who is too lazy to walk.

Lu Zhu, who was not far away, glanced at the two of them, who were blatantly wearing couple's clothes today, Fang Zhiran's was a blue and white bunny ears hooded jacket, Ji Xingchuan's was a black bunny ears jacket.

Fang Zhiran also has his hat on his head and two long ears flopping around behind his back.

Their standard otaku attire attracts a lot of attention, but Fang Zhiran doesn't mind, still tilting his head as he talks to Ji Xingchuan.

"That commemorative vocal group from cv Si Xi is so fun to do." He said, "But I didn't grab it, do you two know each other, can you help me ......"

"Little Mr. Snowflakes." Ji Xingchuan said, "I'm such a big vocalizing ball in front of you, have you had enough?"

Fang Zhiran: "......"

He grabbed Ji Xingchuan's hand and squeezed it.

[Summoning me?

Ji Xingchuan cuts a controlled vocal line.

Fang Zhiran pinches again.

[What do you want the winter to do?

Ji Xingchuan changed his voice for a second.

Intelligent vocal groups seem to be a bit more fun.

On the way from the airport to the hotel, Fang Zhiran played with his intelligent vocal group.

Lu Zhu listened to the two of them sitting in the last row of the tour bus, muttering and whispering.

In order to coax his wife in the winter, this guy used all his good and bad vocals. Little Snowflakes may not be able to hear it, but Lu Zhu's head is numb.

Fortunately, this road is not too long, after Lu Zhu was forced to choke on three bowls of dog food, the commercial car stopped in front of the hotel.

"It's quite late, get some rest early." Teacher Yu Jin snapped.

"Okay." Ji Xingchuan's hand was still held by Fang Zhiran.

The hotel room had a large floor-to-ceiling window with a view of the city lights, and Fang Zhiran stood by the window in a bathrobe after his shower, watching the night view.

The glass door to the bathroom slammed softly behind him, and he turned back to Ji Xingchuan, who was sitting on the edge of the couch, scrubbing his hair.

The game of vocalizing doughnuts along the way was so much fun that Fang Zhiran couldn't get enough of it, so he quietly moved over, stretched out a finger, and poked Ji Xingchuan in the face.

Ji Xingchuan whose voice is being drained : "......"

"Vocalize." Fang Zhiran said.

Ji Xingchuan was silent.

"Boyfriend." Fang Zhiran's fingertips moved down and nudged the other man where his heart would be, "Did you run out of battery, or did it break?"

"Or ......" he said, "I didn't find your correct switch this time?"

In his ear was a very low, soft chuckle, "So find out, which is the right switch?"

Fang Zhiran's hand, which was jabbing at the man's abs, paused, his fingertips trembling slightly.

What a magnetic voice, no matter how many times it was repeated, he had no resistance to Ji Xingchuan's low laugh when they were flirting.

"Did you find it?" The other urged him.

"Don't rush." His fingertips rested against the other man's lips, "Rush again to gag you."

"I guess you can't let go." Ji Xingchuan said, "Who was it last time who cried no while asking me to say a few more words?"

Fang Zhiran: "......"

I don't know. Who? He doesn't remember.

He was frozen in place when he was suddenly yanked so hard by the other man that he fell into his lap, and then, just like that, he was propped up in a hug.

"Are you crazy?" The sudden sensation of being suspended in the air made him cling to the other man's neck with little security until the other man threw him down on the large, soft bed.

[What to do, Mr. Snowflakes, you can't find the switch for the vocal doughnut.]

Ji Xingchuan said.

[Do you want to see if the switch for this vocalization is in yourself?]

Fang Zhiran: "????"

Didn't I play you? Why did you back out?

Little Snowflakes began to crawl on the bed, a section of white ankle dangling in front of Ji Xingchuan's eyes.

"Don't run." Ji Xingchuan seized the ankle of the person in front of him, and with a gentle tug, Fang Zhiran was dragged back along with the quilt he had rolled away, "Ranran, let me hold you for a moment."

The voice was so compelling that Fang Zhiran accidentally fell into another trap.

The other man grabbed his hand and pressed it to his heart, telling him to keep playing the vocal doughnut game without telling him where he was right and where he was wrong.

He gradually felt that he was the one who looked like a broken vocal doughnut, being rounded and flattened, and still making broken and disorganized noises at the slightest touch.

After he could barely make any noise, the other man was finally willing to speak.

[Ranjan.]

[Want to hear the welfare sound?

Ji Xingchuan said.

[Do you want to hear sleeping or cursing today?]

Why don't you say something?

Fang Zhiran feels that he shouldn't even want to play with vocal clusters for a while.