Chapter 13: 13 Feed the little Snowflakes

"Sickly, the best on earth."

"On the surface, he is a gentle and elegant teenager, when he is crazy, he is possessive, he is good at imprisoning and threatening, one second he breaks your dog's legs, and the next second he shushes you."

"A good match is immortal, a bad match is a waste."

In the dormitory, Fang Zhiran is wearing headphones, playing a horror game and commenting on the bosses of the game with his friends.

"Welp, it's still Mr. Winter." Fang Zhiran cupped his face in his hands and blinked his eyes into little stars, "Especially this part, where one line is a sob, and the next it turns into a heart-breaking, maniacal laugh."

"It should be quite joyful in the studio." Su Jia said slyly, "Your winter teacher probably lost his human form with this toss."

"Yeah? I'll try." Fang Zhiran said.

Fang Zhiran : "Wooooooooooo ...... hahahaha."

Su Jia: "......"

Fang Zhiran : "No ok, I'm like 'the apes on both sides of the river can't stop crying'."

Howl a little longer and the dormitory next door will probably be plastered with yellow talismans tomorrow.

"Winter Teacher Sego." Fang Zhiran worships, "Trying to lift Mr. Winter's shoes."

"Your winter teacher, ontologically, may be odd." Su Jia said, "It's quite rare to see a business partner who never shows his face."

"It doesn't matter." Fang Zhiran says, "I just love his voice and his work anyway."

As for the main body, just grow it casually like a deep sea fish.

Sensible fans with a sense of boundaries don't care.

A time operation error, the game, the protagonist was this sickly boss a knife stabbed into a hedgehog, miserable picture makes Fang Zhiran face smile.

He read a bit of the game archive and went through the episode again.

Mmm, fragrant.

Winter's usual vocals are on the cold and heavy side, but I didn't expect to be able to press in the direction of a sickly teenager, full marks for business skills!

Fang Zhiran was beaten by the boss to the point of tears.

"Ah, it's done, I'm through." On the other side of the phone, Su Jia says excitedly, "How much longer do you need?"

Fang Zhiran: "For life."

Su Jia: "......"

-

The next afternoon, Fang Zhiran rushed into the classroom with his school bag in hand.

His English I score was above the cutoff for the University of A, and he was exempt from the translation class while attending, but this teacher had a weirdly good voice and was very distinctive, so he occasionally went to dabble in the class and actively answered questions.

He waited until the end of class before pacing unhurriedly to Lao Guo's office.

In the absence of Ji Xingchuan, there were only Gan Wanhe and Pan Xu, sitting furtively at their desks.

"Senior Pan." Fang Zhiran asks, "What are those black lines on your eyelids? Barcodes?"

Pan Xu: "......"

Gan Wanhe dropped the eyeliner in his hand on the table.

"Drawing my ass." Gan Wanhe crankily said, "Inner pairs are too hard to draw, get the hell out of here."

"It's obviously Sister Sister's technical garbage." Pan Xu said.

"Bleep your head off again and replace it with a nicely painted one." Gan Wanhe said.

"Why the sudden need for makeup?" Fang Zhiran put down his book bag and went to put on his lab coat, "The lab is starting to kayan?"

Pan Xu: "......"

"Our division applied for a competition last year, and we're almost done with the content." said Gan Wanhe. Gan Wanhe said, "This afternoon's defense, Ji Xingchuan said he was too lazy to go, so he let Pan Xu go."

Gan Wanhe : "This defense, there is a media to film, I thought we do not go on the yard grass, but also can not go on the clown ah, just plan to give him a fine decoration."

Gan Wanhe : "Not coincidentally, the clown has turned into a kid."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"I was still handsome before grad school." Pan Xu's heart is big, happy, "Fang Zhiran hand is stable, come to draw me a."

Fang Zhiran: "OK?"

Humble. I'm too good to be true.

Every professional cosplayer is an all-round warrior, makeup and props later, all kinds of proficiency.

The eyeliner turned around twice in his hand, he thought about it and pressed Pan Xu's head, pressed two slightly long lines towards the end of Pan Xu's eyes, and traced the shape of the eyes again.

He pauses for a moment to contemplate the shape of his face and dots a mole below Pan Xu's eyelid.

"Is it different from before?" Fang Zhiran took the mirror.

"Welp, there." Pan Xu claps his hands, "I'm beautiful."

Pan Xu : "From today I'm called Pan An."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Gan Wanhe pulls Pan Xu's hair and looks left and right.

"Waste to treasure." Gan Wanhe said, "Little Master is awesome."

"Sister your language." Pan Xu's expression was all over the place, "Go back and retake the test."

As she has all the tools, Fang Zhiran also helped Pan Xu to trim his eyebrows and give them a proper shape.

"Fang Zhiran how did you get these?" Sister asked.

Fang Zhiran stuttered.

"There's a sister ...... sister who's a makeup artist." He said.

"You have a sister?" Sister was shocked.

Fang Zhiran: "Low profile."

Blindsided.

"Where's the dress code? People need clothes." Pan Xu continues his research, "Do any of you have any nice clothes, lend me a couple?"

"That's bullshit." Gan Wanhe says, "Sister only has nice dresses here, why don't you ask Fang Zhiran?"

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Well, Fang Zhiran has some nice dresses in his closet.

"Wear a lab coat." Fang Zhiran said, "Brother Xing Chuan wears lab coats most of the time in school, and he's still at the top of the discussion list on the U of A forum."

Squeak.

The office door was pushed open.

Xing Chuan wore a white sweater with a dark coat, straight-legged pants with trendy shoes, and a textured cashmere scarf around his neck.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

"I can hear you talking downstairs." Ji Xingchuan said, "It's noisy, is it a rebellion?"

"Holy shit." Pan Xu popped up in a daze, "You're gorging on me."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

"It's almost 16:00." Ji Xingchuan prodded, "Aren't you going to the defense?"

"On my way." Pan Xu leapt up, hugged the stack of papers, smiled confidently at the reflective glass of the filing cabinet, and walked out.

Fang Zhiran watched as his senior brother unwrapped the paper bag and handed him a cup of milk chai.

"Thank you, Shifu." He said.

"This hair of yours." Gan Wanhe slouched, head on his arm, paralyzed in a corner of his desk, "Was it cut?"

"Simply fixed it." Ji Xingchuan said.

"Is it an illusion? Why do I feel like you have highlights on you today?" Gan Wanhe muttered.

"Have you replenished your lab supplies?" Ji Xingchuan asked.

"Ah, I forgot, I have to hurry and get it." Gan Wanhe stood up and left the office in a hurry as well.

When the senior brother came, the idlers retreated.

Fang Zhiran perked up his ears and went into standby mode, ready to listen to the mission.

"Do I have to do something?" He asked.

His senior brother rummaged through his fourth-dimensional pockets and handed him another cupcake, a box of chocolates in a rather pretty wrapping, and lollipops.

"There's no rush." Ji Xingchuan said, "Have a snack first."

Fang Zhiran: "?"

He's already eaten six cupcakes this month and doesn't want to see any new ones for a while.

He was silent at the cupcake for a moment, not quite wanting to eat it.

"Got a job to do? Don't eat food handed out in contempt." He asked Ji Xingchuan, "You don't get paid for what you don't do, Brother Xing Chuan, exploit me."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

"The listening logs from the academic conference need to be organized, the results of this week's experiments in the subject area need to be recorded, as well as there are a few pieces of lab equipment that need to be cleaned up." Ji Xingchuan opened his mouth and reported a string of jobs, "If there's too much energy and not enough work ...... clean the office again."

Fang Zhiran settled down and unwrapped a lollipop into his mouth.

"Payment collected." He said, "Wait."

He had a lollipop in his mouth and pulled his broomstick out in a beautiful sword fight.

This was the same skill that he had previously lit up when he was the official cosplayer of a certain game.

It can't be helped, times have changed and people are demanding more from cosplayers.

"It's kinda awesome." His senior brother said.

Snowflakes teacher can not stand the praise, on the spot floated, right hand turned down, put away the sword (broom) into the sheath, slightly pointing down the tip of the toes, vainly made a movement of carrying the hem of the skirt.

No makeup and no special effects, his simple movements are highly animated.

Giving his senior brother a whole bit of secondary flowery work, he didn't wait for his senior brother to reprimand him, he shouldered his broom, pushed the door and left.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

-

As far as work is concerned, Fang Zhiran is highly efficient.

He spent half the afternoon organizing the data and sweeping Lao Guo's office out of its skin.

In time for meal time, he followed the flow of people leaving classes and went to the third cafeteria, the best in the University of A.

"Little handsome, just stick your campus card to the machine, you don't have to hold it up all the time." The aunt at the window said.

Fang Zhiran: "Oh."

Just showing off the ferrule la.

Carrying his own fried rice, he made his way through the crowd and found a seat by the window.

[ Su Jia ]: Little Snowflakes, Big Injustice.

[F]:?

[ Su Jia ]: I found that the last time that paste tour opened the periphery, that random phase card, obviously in stock, only 1w1 sales by now.

[ Su Jia ]: That 1w is still yours to flush, right?

[F]: This studio, tweeting every day that it's not easy for them, I'll back it up.

[F]: I'm still waiting for an updated voice pack for that character that Winter Sensei was paired with, so don't go out of business.

[F]: Speaking of which, the phase cards are arriving.

[F]: I'm not the one who pushed, I can't love it, I've come to get it out cheap.

He swiped the sales screen to look at the price, which was originally not expensive, so he guessed that he couldn't sell it for a good price.

This fried rice at school is dry and hard.

Fang Zhiran chewed as he returned the message, suddenly his head lolled and he felt himself teetering on the edge of choking.

There was a soft thud and a Coke was placed on his desk.

Ji Xingchuan sat across from him.

"Here you go." Ji Xingchuan said.

"Thank you for the big coke from Sifu ......." He lifted the paper cup and took a big gulp, "Sifu atmosphere."

With his cell phone screen still on, Ji Xingchuan's eyes dropped to the shopping page for a moment.

Just now ...... Snowflakes teacher has been reading this, is it very much like?

Fang Zhiran finished his fried rice, said goodbye to his senior and headed for the dormitory.

[ Su Jia ]: Ah, that paste card.

[ Su Jia ]: The sales suddenly became 2w1.

[ Su Jia ]: Just for a moment, who rushed 1w?

[F]:?

[ Su Jia ]: You two are really, earth leek and sky long.

"Whoever he is, I have to sell them quickly." Fang Zhiran said, "I never want to see these cards again."