Chapter 11: 11 Traveling together

Fang Zhiran The determined eyes don't look fake.

Pan Xu is shocked: "Did he save your life?"

"You master and brothers are so close." Gan Wanhe said sourly, "Going to the cafeteria together, going to meetings together, what else do you want to do together in the future?"

Ji Xingchuan handed the paper bag to Fang Zhiran: "Then it's settled, we'll leave on Friday."

Pan Xu was curious: "Hey, what's good in here?"

Fang Zhiran: "Fine Literature."

Pan Xu looked disgusted and ran away busily.

Gan Wanhe didn't catch the calf horse and also put on a lab coat and flashed back.

There were just two people left in the office.

"This literature of yours, furry, is quite cute." Ji Xingchuan said.

Fang Zhiran: "......" roll ah.

He snatched the paper bag away.

I don't think ...... has anything else.

He had too much baggage of his own that day, and with a lot of gifts from fans, he dropped one or two sporadically.

All of them were picked up by Ji Xingchuan and sent back successively.

Thank you, Retriever.

Ji Xingchuan: "?"

-

This week, Fang Zhiran cosplayed the well-behaved grad student at school, no ooc.

On Friday afternoon, he knocked on the door of Ji Xingchuan's dormitory with a lollipop in his mouth and a suitcase in his hand.

"Hello, it's two o'clock." He said, "There's no rush at all... there's an arbitrary door to the dormitory."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

Ji Xingchuan scanned the time, "Sit down for a while, I'll return an e-mail."

Fang Zhiran left his suitcase by the door and closed it.

The dorms at U of A are nationally known to be in good condition, and the PhD dorms are top notch.

This single room, Fang Zhiran's eyes began to glaze over as soon as he put his foot in it.

It's a waste. Ji Xingchuan, you can't hang some posters on such a big wall.

It's such a big cabinet, you don't have to blatantly put some stand-ups in it.

Unlike him, the bottom of the cupboard hides women's clothes, the top hides cereal, and the middle hides a few comic books with color, more than a squirrel can hide over the winter.

"The sofa cushions were recently removed and washed." Ji Xingchuan said, "You sit on the bed."

Fang Zhiran sat down carefully next to some neat sheets and proceeded to look the room over with his head screwed up like a sunflower chasing the sun.

"See anything special?" Ji Xingchuan asked.

Fang Zhiran: "Particularly monotonous."

As monotonous as Sifu himself.

Ji Xingchuan didn't let him wait too long, returned the e-mail, pushed on his suitcase, and went with him to the station.

The train pulls out of s in the dusk.

Fang Zhiran looked out the window at his senior brother who was staring at his computer, rummaged through his backpack and placed a cotton doll by the car window, sneaking a shot.

Ji Xingchuan had just finished typing a line when his afterglow caught a glimpse of the small movements of the person next to him-

The two-hour drive wasn't boring for his mentor.

After a half hour of photographing the dolls, another half hour of pics, and finally a change of clothes for the cotton dolls, the process started all over again.

One can have fun too.

This doll, Ji Xingchuan, looks familiar, but I can't remember what it is.

The organizers of the conference in K City sent a car and picked them up at the station.

By the time he arrives at the hotel, Fang Zhiran has run out of power and is fast asleep.

"I'm going to meet two teachers, do you want to join me?" His senior asked.

Fang Zhiran : "Something like me that can't get on the stage, so I won't embarrass my senior brother."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

Fang Zhiran took his room card upstairs, kicked his luggage aside, and landed under the covers in a heroic three-meter dive.

The physical strength of the otaku is an obsession; at Comic-Con he can carry several pounds of cos props in a show of strength, and out of Comic-Con -

Well, lately it's true that the sight of Shifu makes my whole body weak.

He took a shower and half-lay on his bed to swipe his phone.

Mr. Winter's account is as dead as dead today too.

He clocked in as usual and wrote a little diary entry into the human radio station.

At the top of the cell phone screen, in the college's graduate student group, a new message popped up-

[School of Physics - Research Year 3 - Qin Fan]: [Recommended Public Information - Qian Men Daily Research News]

This division, with a ridiculous number of papers and an active public, does a decent job.

Unlike their Guo Men's, Gan Wanhe's sister has passed around a bunch of Ji Xingchuan's work and life photos, making it look like a celebrity's daily routine.

Even he hasn't been able to escape lately.

Zhiran, who has "know" in his name and has a strong desire for knowledge, clicked on the link and browsed through it.

Fang Zhiran: "Huh?"

[F] Private message [School of Physics - Junior - Qin Fan]

[F]: Dude, delete #9, it's my homework.

[College of Physics - 3rd year - Qin Fan]: I was just looking for you, man, and I even signed your name at the end of that entry.

[School of Physics - Research - Qin Fan]: Yes, when our teacher was grading the assignments, he thought you had a good idea, and it went better with our group's research.

[School of Physics - Research 3 - Qin Fan]: Jointly post an article with us and take you a three works?

[F]: No.

[F]: I can post as first author.

[College of Physics - research three - Qin Fan]: you can a fart, research students can send what good journals, more than one team and fund titled, sneak happy you.

[F]: R.I. is R.I. and I'm me.

[School of Physics - Research Year 3 - Qin Fan]: Brother, I've been here before and I'd like to advise you, don't be so crazy, Mr. Qian is interested in your homework, that means you are capable. Your group, Lao Guo, is not in China, so he can't take you to publish your paper for the time being?

[School of Physics - Research Year 3 - Qin Fan]: You're still taking Mr. Qian's class, and you still have to get a grade in that class at the end of the semester.

[F]:?

[School of Physics - Research 3 - Qin Fan]: It's a deal, work with us haha.

Fang Zhiran waited for a few minutes, then swiped that public post, and his own paragraph was indeed not deleted.

Qin Fan said she was in the shower and asked him to wait.

A few minutes later, two messages popped up in the college group.

[F]: [Chat Screenshot] x2

[F]:@School of Physics - Mr. Qian, sir, if I don't agree, am I going to get a zero for this class?

[School of Physics - Research III - Qin Fan]: ......

[School of Physics - Research 1 - He Xuyang]: ......

[School of Physics - Ms. Qian]: ......

Numerous rows of ellipses sprouted silently from the group.

[School of Physics - Research - Qin Fan]: Hey, not ...... do you have anything to say that has to be said here?

[F]: Don't say zero, even if you drop me out of school, I can come back next year with my skills.

[School of Physics - Boichi - Gan Wanhe]: ?

[School of Physics - Bo1 - Gan Wanhe]:@School of Physics - Research 3 - Pan Xu.

[School of Physics - Graduate 3 - Pan Xu]:@School of Physics - Eminent Tutor - Lao Guo

[School of Physics - Eminent Tutor - Lao Guo]:@ Ji Xingchuan @ Ji Xingchuan @ Ji Xingchuan

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: ?

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Ahhhhhhhh.

How many of you, Huluwa save grandpa? Why are you still bringing one with you.

Tick tock, it's the sound of the door card, followed by footsteps, it's Ji Xingchuan coming back.

At that moment, the anger he felt when he was fighting with Qin Fan disappeared, and Fang Zhiran suddenly felt the urge to hug his head and squat in a corner.

"I told you not to blow up the lab last time." Ji Xingchuan said, "You blew up the college cluster for me?"

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"Sorry." He said irritably, "Elder brother you want to leave me alone, I ...... don't do my job, and I love to cause trouble."

His senior brother was really angry, raised his hand and knocked him on the head, sat down next to him, and pulled together a three-person discussion group-

Him, Ji Xingchuan, and Mr. Qian.

Was it meant to be an apology to his human division?

He grabbed his cell phone and was about to type when his senior brother called him to a halt.

"Wait." Ji Xingchuan said.

Still waiting?

Is it to organize any rhetoric?

"Be calm in everything, you're all graduate students now, be polite." His senior brother lectured him, "Don't move around thinking about fighting and killing fish, we have to be reasonable and convince people with reason."

And then--

[ Ji Xingchuan ] invited [ Gan Wanhe ] to join the discussion group.

[ Ji Xingchuan ] invited [ Pan Xu ] to join the discussion group.

[ Ji Xingchuan ] invited [ Lao Guo ] to join the discussion group.

[ Ji Xingchuan ] invited [ Shimen current student A ] to join the discussion group.

[ Ji Xingchuan ] invited [ Shi Men graduated student B ] to join the discussion group.

[ Ji Xingchuan ] invited [ Shi Men Yan Bi Student Ding ] to join the discussion group.

Fang Zhiran watched in disbelief as his brother pulled dozens of people into the group in a matter of minutes.

Convince people by ...... reasoning?

[ Pan Xu ] Modify the name of the discussion group to be: I Kuo Stew No More.

[ Lao Guo ]: It's not generous, is it Lao Qian, the results of my students, how come they all go with my side, right?

[ Ji Xingchuan ]:@Mr. Qian, hello teacher. Rose.jpg

[Mr. Qian]: ...... It's okay, kid. Teacher is a little unwell suddenly.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

[ Gan Wanhe ]: hahahaha senior brother shaking so many people, one person spit can drown him.

[ Gan Wanhe ] withdrew a message.

[ Gan Wanhe ]: ah ah ah sorry, sent to the wrong group.

[Ms. Qian]: ......

It wasn't long before a message from Qin Fan popped up in the college group.

[School of Physics - 3rd year - Qin Fan]: I am sorry, it was a mistake made by the same person who organized the content of the public number. I apologize to Fang Zhiran for what I said in jest, it has nothing to do with Mr. Qian.

[School of Physics - Research 3 - Qin Fan]: content we removed immediately.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: That's good.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: It's good that it's a misunderstanding, we all share the same lab, head up, head down. Handshake.jpg

In the discussion group next door, Mr. Qian was busy withdrawing from the group.

[ Gan Wanhe ]: @ Ji Xingchuan, high, really high.

[Gan Wanhe]: Lao Qian has had a good time squeezing the students, and he still wants to dig Lao Guo's corner here.

[ Gan Wanhe ]: Lao Guo is just out of stock, not dead.

[ Lao Guo ]: ......?

[ Gan Wanhe ]: young master, hook hand.jpg, results to me, master sister take you to send a big paper.

[ Gan Wanhe ] was kicked out of the group chat by [ Ji Xingchuan ].

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"You ......" he wanted to say, a little vain, did not dare to look at Ji Xingchuan.

A hand fell and stayed lightly on top of his head for a moment.

"Next time something happens, you can discuss it with me." Ji Xingchuan said, "We're in the same division, so if there's something to make Lao Guo lose face, you don't have to go out and call him on it."

Fang Zhiran hung his head and said yes, a little awkwardly.

"I'm going to take a shower." Ji Xingchuan said and went into the bathroom.

Fang Zhiran held his petrified state for a while, gritted his teeth, and threw himself an uncontrol.

Just ...... he's used to it.

When you're happy, you play by yourself, and when things go wrong, you solve them by yourself.

It didn't occur to me to rely on anyone else for help.

Besides, Qin Fan's childish threats won't hold him.

As long as I don't have a face, no one can do anything about it, he thought.

But--

Ji Xingchuan seems to be quite nice.

"Thank you ...... Xing Chuan Sifu." He said.

"No thanks, Snowflakes," came his mentor's voice from the bathroom, "and pass me a compressed towel."

Snowflakes Jr. kicks the slippers off.