Chapter 12: 12 Not a good chase

"Have a hand and a foot, squeeze the master." Little Snowflakes did his part, carrying a towel from Ji Xingchuan's suitcase and handing it to the bathroom.

And not forgetting to taunt in passing, "You don't need me to wash you, do you?"

The moment she pushed open the door, two red flashes of envy flashed through Teacher Snowflakes' eyes, scanning Ji Xingchuan from top to bottom.

This face, this body, in their cos circle, it would not go sideways.

Snowflakes Teacher slammed the door on him sourly.

In the bathroom, Ji Xingchuan unscrews the faucet, and the sound of water builds up, muffling the low laughter.

Snowflakes is a funny little girl who can dress up as a sweet girl in a flower wedding and make a mess in a college group.

Like a richly flavored piece of sandwich candy, it's not boring in any way.

Ji Xingchuan By the time he finished his bath, Little Brother was already asleep.

Snowflakes teacher has a bad temper, and sleeps badly, occupying a single bed in the standard room, kicking the quilt as if it were a soccer ball, with only a corner of the quilt resting on his narrow, thin waist.

Truly unable to stand it, Ji Xingchuan went over and helped carry the quilt.

Under the thin blanket, the boy's two long legs were long and slender, and on his snow-white knees, there was a trace of light-colored bruises that had not yet dissipated.

Ji Xingchuan's hand shook and the quilt fell down, burying Mr. Snowflakes.

Figuring that people wouldn't catch cold, Ji Xingchuan turned the air conditioning temperature up a bit and gave up.

He sat down on his bed just as Gan Wanhe pushed a forum message to him--

[Hahahahahaha is this a consolidation of the academic world? My college group chat is killing me with laughter today.]

1L: 6.

2L: Which grumpy brother is this hahaha.

3L: It's pretty good, Qian Men over there is really a bit over the top, the students are tired as asses.

4L: Donkeys still bully new students. Despise.jpg

5L: woc, Ji Xingchuan spoke in the group ah, with the male god photo! However, Mr. Guo division usually this picture style? hahaha.

6L: In the field, let's just say that this one does have the grades to fly solo and isn't afraid to take a pinch.

7L: ah, Fang Zhiran ah, the same college, have seen a few times, not wearing glasses, especially good-looking, but the school bully flavor is too heavy, a kind of board, so people do not dare to have a crooked idea.

Don't dare have one?

Ji Xingchuan inclined his gaze a bit, Fang Zhiran was sleeping quite soundly, half of his face was covered in the quilt, his eyebrows were clear without any makeup, like a harmless bunny sleeping soundly, quite cute.

There are different Snowflakes teachers in different people's eyes, and he is lucky to have more Snowflakes cards than others.

Just now, the [Snowflakes Emperor's New Clothes] card was also collected.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

He frowned lightly, feeling a slight but not negligible reaction from his body.

"Ji Xingchuan." Snowflakes Teacher is talking in his sleep, "Knife mountain, fire sea ...... down to the frying pan."

Which of the 18 levels of hell have I reached?

Ji Xingchuan wanted to.

-

In the morning, Fang Zhiran is awakened by the sound of a telephone conversation.

Dazed and confused, it seemed as if someone was talking.

"The content has been updated?" Ji Xingchuan said, "You send me the draft and I'll take the time to fill it in."

"Tomorrow, I'll review and get a feel for it."

Fang Zhiran stretched, like a seed sprouting and breaking out of its nest.

Ji Xingchuan had just put down the phone and turned his head to see the boy sitting at the foot of the bed.

The boy's frontal hair was a little disheveled, and his eyes were dipped in the morning mist as he looked at him lazily.

"Did you not sleep well?" Fang Zhiran asks, "Did I sleep badly?"

Ji Xingchuan: "I'm okay in person."

The homoerotic models in my dreams don't work very well.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Changing the land, his senior brother seems to be a little bit of water and soil, not enough sleep, voice a little mute.

But the dumbed-down version is so good that Fang Zhiran is willing to listen to it more often.

"It's almost eight o'clock." Ji Xingchuan said, "Shall we go to the venue?"

Fang Zhiran leapt up, "Go."

The venue was at the U of L, one stop from where they both lived.

The two of them didn't take a cab, opting for the close-by subway.

The subway wasn't too crowded on Saturday, with a few students sitting sporadically, and grandparents who had gotten up in the morning to grab supermarket discounts.

There's probably a Comic-Con in the neighborhood, and Fang Zhiran saw a lot of cosplayers with big bags along the way.

This dress is restored, that fake hair looks good, and over there, the makeup is too close to the character.

Fang Zhiran pushed down his glasses and looked around, feeling drenched in secondary auspicious rays early in the morning.

The little cosplayer girl in the light blue dress was also sizing up the two boys in front of her.

The one on the right, looking quite cold, his eyes always resting on the documents in his hand.

The one on the left, with a pair of black-framed glasses, looks very bookish.

Every once in a while, there are three-dimensional guys who look better than paperboys, the little girl lamented in her heart.

The subway chimed in and stopped at the U of L station, the doors opened and both men in front of her stood up.

The moment he was on the wrong side of the room, the boy with the glasses pointed down at her to where his collarbone and waist were, and said with his mouth, "Wrong dress, it looks better if you change it."

The little girl froze, pulled out her character charts and compared them, and mamma mia, she was really wrong.

Fang Zhiran turns his head in a dashing manner and walks with Ji Xingchuan towards the exit of the station, hiding his work and fame.

"Little Ms. Snowflakes is familiar with this dress? Can you tell by looking at it that you're wearing it wrong?" Ji Xingchuan's voice came from behind him.

Snowflakes Teacher's head held high and his figure swayed, almost falling over.

Indeed ...... came out with this one.

But won't tell you!

The early morning light poured down on the boys, Ji Xingchuan followed closely behind, the corners of his mouth curving down slightly.

-

It's not Fang Zhiran's first time attending this kind of academic conference; he didn't run with his mentor during his undergraduate years.

Throughout the morning, Ji Xingchuan reported, he took pictures, Ji Xingchuan answered questions, he videotaped, just like a qualified assistant.

In the afternoon, the meeting ended, politely declined the other side of the scenic half-day tour invitation, his elder brother carried him, took the car back to school.

In the car, Fang Zhiran stripped his bag of books, rummaged through it, pulled out two standing signs, and rested them by the window.

Ji Xingchuan seems to be accustomed to it and simply ignores it.

He took some pictures of the trip and sent them to Su Jia.

[ Su Jia ]: It's back to school?

[ Su Jia ]: Won't you play a little over there?

[F]: My senior brother was quite anxious, probably pining for the lab.

[Su Jia]:.

[F]: I don't want to stay either.

[F]: I want to get back to catching up on some of the new ones.

Speaking of which, he remembered something, exited the conversation with Su Jia, and cracked open another WeChat.

[F]: Hello, order a birthday cake and pick it up tonight.

[AAA Private Cake Customization]: Hello, you've ordered five birthday cakes this month, would you like to make some friends from other months?

[F]:?

[F]: What a word.

[F]: Money don't make a son of a bitch.

[AAA Private Cake Customization]: [Receipt Code]

Fang Zhiran paid coldly.

The ask is to push more characters, and I'll order cake for whoever has a birthday.

When the train arrived in s city, Fang Zhiran had to go to the city to pick up the cake, told his senior brother and slipped away.

Ji Xingchuan stopped where he was and watched the boy's figure fade away.

-

Into the night, the room was quiet, the delicate recording equipment running.

Ji Xingchuan drained his glass of warm water in one gulp, tapped the record button, and recorded the audio again against the dubbing script-

"That was the day I was abandoned."

"I saved an entire city and was condemned as a demon."

"Trying to slaughter the perfidious ...... people of this world to death."

The voice of the matching guide came over the receiver, "Ms. Winter, something's not right, let's try again."

Ji Xingchuan sank his voice and tried again.

"Winter teacher." The matching guide was happy, "It's not like you're trying to destroy the world, it's like world peace."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

"In a good mood today?" The matching guide asked.

"It's okay." Ji Xingchuan said.

"It's obviously good, and you're not matching like you've been abandoned by the world." The matching director said, "You look like you think the whole world is good."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

He played the recording from earlier and laughed too.

"You have a situation, Ms. Winter." The matching director said, "First time you've had this type of blunder, what, in love?"

Ji Xingchuan was stunned.

The boy's reddened ears as he was called Snowflakes and the narrow waist pressed under the bedding came to mind.

"No." He denied.

At least for now, it doesn't count.

"Go on." He picked up his headphones and skimmed through the character persona stories again, settling his emotions into his mind.

When he opened his mouth again, it was a pained voice of cold desperation.

The matching guide was quite satisfied this time.

"It's so hard to get you to come out and work these days." The matching director said, "Luckily we have a bit of a friendship."

The connection was broken, the device turned off, and the room fell silent once again.

Ji Xingchuan got up and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

His own set of houses in s city is in a good location, with a beautiful view of the river.

The matching guide was right.

It's quite a favorite.

It's Fang Zhiran, and it looks as if ...... isn't very good at chasing.