Chapter 1: 01 Don't worry, there's no object.

"Well, don't make a fuss ...... don't move ......"

The man's voice was low and slightly cold, his tone ambiguous and vague.

"Look what time it is. What's it time to do?"

"...... No, it's time to go to bed, be a good girl and keep your eyes closed."

"Any more nonsense and I'm going to have to ......"

"Forget it, get some early rest and I'll be with you tomorrow if there's anything you want to do."

The voice ended abruptly.

Ji Xingchuan turned off the recording device and sent the recorded audio to the handheld game production team.

The other party received the audio and made a direct call.

"Mr. Winter, it's still you!" The other screamed.

"Once this lulling audio comes out, our character's popularity is going to go up another notch, and everyone's kryptonite is going to go up a notch, heh heh heh." The other man laughed maniacally.

Ji Xingchuan: "."

Ji Xingchuan : "The heart leaks out."

Unlike his voice when he had just recorded the frequency, his own voice was not biting, with a clear bite and a lazy tone that was not too light.

"Is it true that you don't take on new roles these days?" The other person asked again, "Our newly launched character is dumbing down, can you give him a medical miracle?"

"I've been busy lately." Ji Xingchuan said, "I can't hold back the Eighth Wonder of the World for a while."

The other person was amused, "Then I wish Ms. Winter all the best in her third dimension work!"

Ji Xingchuan exited the recording software and clicked to see half of the paper.

The famous dubbing god "Winter", in reality, is a doctoral research livestock in the Department of Physics.

The screen of his cell phone next to his computer lit up several times, and he lifted his eyes to scan over it for several missed calls.

He called back--

"Well? Any progress on the project?" Ji Xingchuan folded his long legs in a loose manner, "Did the experiment produce any data today?"

The person on the other side froze, "...... It's going pretty well, it's just that all three experiments failed today."

"Not so good. Keep up the good work. What about the papers?" Ji Xingchuan asks, "How many have you sent?"

"There's one that just appeared in the press this week ...... No, Ji Xingchuan! You're the mentor or I'm the mentor!" The person on the other side of the phone roared violently.

The corner of Ji Xingchuan's mouth lifted and he held the cell phone away from his ear.

The caller's name was Guo Lin, his mentor during his PhD program.

This little old man took on an overseas co-op project this year and flew to country A to spend a year there.

"Okay, then you ask me." Ji Xingchuan said.

"I'm not asking you that." Guo Lin cried and laughed, "I just want to ask, the freshman I asked you to take care of, how are you raising me?"

Fear the sudden quietness of the air.

After a long time, Ji Xingchuan opened his mouth, "Eh...... didn't raise it to death anyway."

"......?"

Guo Lin is a responsible little old man who has to leave the country for something, but can't let go of the new students he recruited this year.

That's why I specifically ordered one of them to be guided by Ji Xingchuan.

The boy seemed to be called Fang Zhiran, he was very thin, when he enrolled in school, he wore a huge black-rimmed glasses on his face which seemed to be a nerd fashion item, and the neckline was pulled up so high that it hid his white jaw, so that he couldn't see his expression.

"Didn't care, did you? I know with my toes that you must have ignored my words. If you're working on that project, why don't you give some of it to Fang Zhiran? He's got potential, he's a physics major, he's number one in the college in both the first and second exams, and he's strictly selected by his mentor, so he's guaranteed to be of high quality." Guo Lin said, "Let him accompany you to the lab and be your companion."

"Okay." Ji Xingchuan trailed off a bit, lazily, "Then I'll contact him tomorrow."

-

The next afternoon, Ji Xingchuan came out of the lab and sat down in front of the computer, sliding the scroll wheel of the mouse, speedily skimming through the papers that he had not finished reading earlier.

His eyes were a little dry, so he picked up the eye drops on the table and tickled them twice.

After closing his eyes for a few moments, Ji Xingchuan dug out Little Master's account from the depths of his contact list with a single shovel, edited a message and sent it over.

Meanwhile, a new message popped up on the list.

From his cousin Ji Ze--

[tsk]: Brother! Today's Comic-Con was so much fun! I was there, so many godly cosplayers!

[tsk tsk]: I took a lot of pictures, do you savor them?

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Pin your midterm papers.

[tsk]: Brother! Brother how did you become a boring adult. Panic.jpg

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: That's good to know.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Older, out of house.

His brother just junior high school, is in the middle of the breath of the age of flooding, but whenever the city has a comic book show, inevitably a not fall.

The phone rang again, and Ji Ze sent another video of the lot outside the Comic-Con arena.

The young girl is winking prettily and giving a shooting gesture at the camera.

She was dressed in a thin pink and purple hitting outfit, her long silver-white hair fell to her waist, and two long, snow-white, slender legs were exposed under her fluffy skirt, with bits of snow-colored skin peeking out from the side of her leg loops.

The short, pinkish-purple saree covered just to the side of her legs, and because of the curve of the slightly collapsed waist, the saree was folded up, and then, further up, there was a stretch of supple, slender, narrow waist.

The wind in late fall was so strong that it blew that section of the tulle skirt hemline trembling and shaking, making the young girl's figure look extraordinarily thin.

Ji Xingchuan's fingertips stopped.

This is a character from a recently popular audio game, and the makeup and facial expressions are very realistic, so this little cosplayer girl has a lot of respect for the character.

[tsk]: I was going to ask for a group photo, but this teacher was just called away by a message.

[tsk]: what idiot called away my beauty god. Fist.jpg, soybeancrying.jpg

[tsk]: It's really pretty, too bad you're not interested brother.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Any more pictures?

[tsk]: ......?

-

Fang Zhiran sprinted his way out of the Comic-Con arena and dashed into a parked cab.

"Master, A University, Biao a look at the strength." He finished with a gasp and answered the phone.

"Snowflakes," my friend asked, "was that stump you just now?"

Fang Zhiran: "It's me, I have to go back to school, I suddenly got an order for 'Learned?'"

"What the hell?" The man on the other side of the receiver exclaimed.

"It was my Ph.D. brother who summoned me and suddenly said he wanted to talk to me about my recent studies." Fang Zhiran said.

"So sudden." My friend said, "I was cranking up the equipment to take some field photos of you and when I looked up the man was gone."

Friend: "You're just going to meet your senior like that? Give him some secondary shock?"

"I've got the speed down." Fang Zhiran said.

Eight short words, including, but not limited to, storming the men's room at Comic-Con, wowing a gaggle of dumbfounded geeks, removing my makeup, washing my face, changing my clothes, and leaping into a cab with a roll.

"You're good." A friend marveled.

No, not quite, Fang Zhiran said in his heart.

In his haste he hadn't had time to take off his garter belt stockings and leg loops, and only had time to pull on a pair of wide sweatpants over them.

It's a good thing that the human brain is limited in its development and no one has lit up the perspective skill.

"Grad school can be so busy." A friend lamented.

"It's okay. Studying is fun." Fang Zhiran said, "Don't worry, he won't give me a hard time, he doesn't even care about me."

His fellow student, Ji Xingchuan, is in his second year of doctoral studies this year and is a top streamer on the University of A's campus forums.

Just "how to get Ji Xingchuan's WeChat" is a topic he has seen dozens of times on the forum.

He also contributed a reply--

I posted a list of books for the physics department's exams and got an "author stepped on".

The reachers really don't know what they're talking about.

He is a freshman in the Physics Department this year. Before his mentor left the country, he threw him to Ji Xingchuan to take care of him.

Fang Zhiran thought that this senior brother might be using his mind to care for him.

How else could it be that from the beginning of the school year until now, half a semester had passed and he had only seen Ji Xingchuan once.

The cab stopped in front of the physics school building and he rushed up the stairs.

Graduate School of Physics at the University of A, the home base of the schoolboys and the pin-up ghetto of the nerds.

Along the way, Fang Zhiran saw his sister hurriedly holding a computer and his senior scratching his head as he transcribed the results of his experiments.

Carrying a heavy book bag he blended in perfectly, except for the fact that today he was wearing less of the schoolboy's instinctive black-rimmed glasses.

He shoved his skirt, which was peeking out by the zipper, into his book bag and knocked on the door.

"Come in." A voice came from inside the door.

This senior brother's voice is still strangely good.

He carried his book bag and pushed his way into the office.

The person sitting at the desk was facing the computer screen against the light, leaving him with a cold sideways face.

"Hello Master." He greeted dutifully.

The chair turned halfway around, and the other man, obviously not interested in him as a big drag, looked at him faintly, "Well, how's your academic life these days, feel free to ......"

Like a pause button had been pressed, the other man's gaze stopped on his face.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

He pinched his pants leg nervously.

Here it comes, the oppressive feeling of scientific researchers.

He, the celebrity senior brother of the school, is really considered a pride of nature, studying two years earlier than the next person, only 25 years old, already in the second year of the doctorate, which is really considered to be early wisdom.

Unlike him, he's not quite able to even get an early start.

"Sit anywhere." The other man's nonchalant voice fell on his ears.

Fang Zhiran moved a chair and sat across from Ji Xingchuan.

He consciously pressed a play button for himself, and opened his mouth with a fluent academic report, "After the beginning of the school year, I followed the freshman class schedule of the college, followed everyone in class every day, and read quite a lot of Chinese and English literature in the research direction of our subject group after class ......"

Elder Brother tilted his head slightly sideways, as if he were listening, and then as if he wasn't.

Because Elder Brother picked up the cell phone on the table, looked at the screen, and then at him, as if he wasn't quite satisfied anywhere, not even with a question.

After all, the other party is currently nominally the tutor admired to manage their own people, impression points Fang Zhiran still want to brush.

So he spoke up again, "Oh yeah, I have another plan for the next three years of my graduate career, so listen to me, Brother ......"

I'll make it up now.

"No need." Ji Xingchuan opened his mouth, his gaze finally leaving the picture on his cell phone screen sent by his cousin, "Do you, uh, have a sister?"

Fang Zhiran: "I ...... ah?"

Fang Zhiran: "?"

"Oh." He thought about it for a moment and felt like he understood.

His confused eyes gradually hardened, "There is no sister, no brother, and no object, so don't worry, senior brother, it won't affect the speed of my writing thesis."

Ji Xingchuan : "......"