Chapter 17: 17 It's soft. Squeeze it.

Fang Zhiran are creeped out.

"I'm on ...... the way to learning." Fang Zhiran says, "Learning right away to live and die."

He sneaks into the lab right after the gray Pan Xu.

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12:00

[ Lao Guo ]: Received the notice from the college, tonight at 18:30, will be in the conference room 109 to the College of Physics all master's degree and doctoral students, dissertation writing (the fourth phase) training, please organize students to attend. [ Rose ] [ Rose ]

[Lao Guo]: Please respond as received.

12:30

[ Lao Guo ]: Anybody?

13:00

[Lao Guo]: [red packet]

[F]: The must-hit card of this life, Conference Room 109. Fist.jpg

[ Lao Guo ]: It has to be Fang Zhiran.

[F]: tent is ready, 109 rally. Fist.jpg

[ Lao Guo ]: Fang Zhiran, good boy.

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"Are you going tonight, Sister?" Fang Zhiran asked downstairs in the lab.

"Good boy, the red packet is in my pocket and you ask me if I'm going." Gan Wanhe said, "Go, call a few more people, sit in a row, and try not to disgrace Lao Guo."

"OK." Fang Zhiran said, "I'll go to a class this afternoon and come back in the evening."

He had traveled a little longer in the sea of learning today, and it was nearly one o'clock when he felt hungry.

"You're going to the cafeteria now?" Pan Xu asked, "Only the hard-to-eat window is still punching turnover at this hour."

"It doesn't matter." Fang Zhiran said, "I'll just pad my stomach."

"The kind where you don't want to eat for three days after padding?" Pan Xu asks.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"Forget it." He said, "I'll go to the grocery store and get some."

He was about to head down the steps when someone called his name.

"Fang Zhiran, Mr. Fang." The boy ran out from the lab building just inside, "Are you going to class? I'll join you."

Fang Zhiran turned around, the boy in front of him is called Zhou Yuan, is the same research direction as his classmates. When they were waiting for the retest, they chatted a few times and even added WeChat.

"Go, go." Fang Zhiran said.

"Did you have lunch?" Zhou Yuan jogged a few steps to keep up, her face a little red as she fished a paper bag out of her book bag, "I have plenty of snacks here."

Fang Zhiran: "Then have a lollipop."

"I have a good book here, I'll give it to you." Zhou Yuan said.

The two walked away together talking about their afternoon classes.

"Fang Zhiran is quite popular." Gan Wanhe said, "The collective relationship of the master class is very loose."

"Indeed." Pan Xu dangles a lollipop.

When Ji Xingchuan came back from the outside, he met the two men standing downstairs, staring at each other.

"Did Fang Zhiran go to class?" Ji Xingchuan asked.

"Went." Gan Wanhe said, "with his little classmates."

Ji Xingchuan: "He didn't have lunch, did he?"

"Don't worry about it." Pan Xu said, "Fang Zhiran's classmates gave him a big bag of snacks and gifts, which was very nice."

Ji Xingchuan : "......?"

Who, there, is copying his homework?

-

In a typical afternoon class, Fang Zhiran takes a 20-minute nap.

But today Zhou Yuan was always looking for him to talk, giving him no room to doze off.

"Were you sick the other day?" Zhou Yuan asks, "I saw you at the forum."

Fang Zhiran: "?" Where?

"Are you feeling better now?" Zhou Yuan asks, "Does it still hurt?"

Fang Zhiran : "Healthy as a wild dog in the mountains."

Zhou Yuan: "......"

Zhou Yuan smiled happily.

"I thought you were one of those, very nerdy, schoolboy personalities." He said, "You're not quite what I thought you were."

Fang Zhiran, he said, "That's because I'm too lazy to perfume you, and I'm pretending to be quite good in front of my senior brother, well, once upon a time.

Zhou Yuan was quite chatty, and after one class, we went to the college building with him.

"I'm also going to listen to that essay writing training." Zhou Yuan's ears reddened slightly, "Can I sit with you?"

"I want to sit with my brother." Fang Zhiran said.

He wanted to sneak a peek at Fan, the most dangerous place is the safest place.

"Ah ......" Zhou Yuan was a bit disappointed, "Okay then."

"Fang Zhiran," he said, "I wanted to visit you the last time you were sick, but I was afraid it would be too abrupt."

Fang Zhiran: "?"

"I quite like you." Zhou Yuan said, "I liked it during the retest, and I liked it even more the last time you were in the group against Mr. Qian."

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Upstairs, Guo Lin's office.

Pan Xu sneakily waved at Gan Wanhe and pointed downstairs: "Crap, confession scene."

Gan Wanhe end of a plate of melon seeds, "Which division, play so exciting ...... mom yah, Fang Zhiran."

Ji Xingchuan : "......?"

Downstairs.

"Every ...... time I rub shoulders with you, my heart beats fast." Zhou Yuan said, "I'm serious, my family has five suites in s city, can you give me a chance to like you?"

For a moment, several people held their breath.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

"Five suites, that's a lot of power." He said, "But there's a problem."

Zhou Yuan : "I can get over it all!"

"But I can't." Fang Zhiran said, "I don't like men."

Zhou Yuan: "......"

"Brother, I won't send you a good guy card." Fang Zhiran said thoughtfully, "We won't go to school together from now on, for fear that you'll be embarrassed in retrospect."

"Good grief." Upstairs, Gan Wanhe says as he kneads his melon, "That boy looks like he's about to break."

Gan Wanhe: "It's been a long time since I gave away food and books."

Gan Wanhe : "Maybe even our little Zhiran was so hung up on being sick that he is now gloomy."

Gan Wanhe: "Fang Zhiran's face is indeed unisex, but why don't you check if the progress bar exists before you cheat?"

Pan Xu snapped his fingers, "A sour, dull pain flooded his heart, his body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and his limbs gradually went numb."

Pan Xu : "Crap, Senior Brother Ji why are you shaking!"

Downstairs by the flower bed, Fang Zhiran looks up.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Fang Zhiran gave the two peeping toms the middle finger.

It's nearly 6:30 p.m. in Lao Guo's office, and several people are preparing materials for a training session.

"Pan Xu go and get some notebooks." Gan Wanhe instructed, "Put it on Lao Guo's account."

Then she hurried out of the office to change out of her lab coat.

Fang Zhiran sits at his computer, tapping away at a literature review.

"Don't like men?" Ji Xingchuan asked suddenly.

Fang Zhiran was shocked.

"Brother Xing Chuan, I thought you didn't do things like eavesdropping." He said.

Ji Xingchuan spread his hands helplessly, "They're both too loud."

"Not like that." Fang Zhiran said, "I didn't make a wild vow to my senior brother that I wouldn't let a relationship affect how fast I could write my thesis."

Ji Xingchuan : "Actually ......"

"But it's not like I don't like men." Fang Zhiran said.

His senior brother lifted his head.

Fang Zhiran: "I don't like people."

Ji Xingchuan : "......?"

"I only like paper men." Fang Zhiran said, "How fragrant paper people are, if I want to, I can have more than ten husbands at a time, and I can wake up laughing in my dreams."

"Third dimension likes are not reliable." Fang Zhiran said, "It's still the second dimension, and as long as I spend my money, there's karma everywhere!"

Fang Zhiran gulped down a glass of water, "What's wrong with you, Elder Brother? Why do I feel like you're shaking a bit?"

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

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Evening, six-thirty.

School of Physics, Room 109, fourth dissertation writing training of the semester.

"Take a few close-ups of the teacher." The student council president instructs the freshmen in the new media department, "A few more of the students, for the students, take Guo Men's, their group has high face value, and we'll get a lot of views on our articles by then."

Freshman: "Okay, President."

"Take more Ji Xingchuan and get some bust shots." The president instructed, "He listened attentively every time, especially with the high sense of intelligence and coolness of a doctoral student."

Freshman: "Okay, President."

A few minutes later.

Freshman: "I can't, President, I can only shoot up to the top of Ji Xingchuan's head."

President: "?"

Penultimate row of the conference room.

"What happened to Brother Ji?" A student in Guo Men's second year of study asked.

"I don't know." Gan Wanhe swept in, "Came in and started sleeping on his back, and I keep feeling black air coming from his side."

"It's too tiring." Pan Xu said, "Whoever wants to learn this physics can learn it, Ji Xingchuan can't even carry it."

Fang Zhiran thought it was quite good, he moved closer to his elder brother's side, used Ji Xingchuan as a cover, and tapped the phone screen sideways to start watching the new movie.

Make up for two hot blooded tomatoes, three foodie tomatoes, and three bubbly tomatoes.

He rubbed his sore neck and looked up.

This training session, it's not too long.

The previous tutor had gone down for a while, and Mr. Qian was standing at the podium reading the PowerPoint without emotion.

He stretched and, boldly, poked his seasonal brother.

It's not moving. Poke it again and see.

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[ Gan Wanhe ]: there's a movie that's been super good lately, @Shifumon some current student A. Together next week?

[A current student of the division, A]: Yeah, when I finish this little essay on liver.

[ Pan Xu ]: I want to go to the bathroom ......

[ Pan Xu ]: Old money this training how so long ah.

[F]: Go for it.

[ Pan Xu ]: If I could go, I would have gone earlier. My location is not easily accessible! To get out, you have to go through Ji Xingchuan, so if he wakes up later, can I afford to mess with him?

[F]: When is it going to end? My back is aching.

[ Lao Guo ]: All sit tight.

[ Lao Guo ]: Our division has a high face value and is very conspicuous, so sit still and listen well, and don't disgrace your senior brothers.

[ Gan Wanhe ]: I can't sit still either, old money's class is too watery.

[ Pan Xu ]: Fang Zhiran, make way, I'm going to put on some water.

Fang Zhiran leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs sideways.

Pan Xu aggressively squeezed to Ji Xingchuan, did not dare to wake up the people to make way, proudly crouched down, and burrowed out from under the table.

Fang Zhiran was dumbfounded as Pan crawled halfway down the stairs, the open zipper of his clothes hooked onto the zipper of his school bag, pulling it all the way down to the bottom.

"Hey ......," he said as he reached down to unwrap it.

Grunting, his doughnut rolled out.

"Holy shit." Fang Zhiran slammed the table and stood up.

My winter teacher split the season.

This ball, relatively simple, no eyes and small wings, low resistance, rolled smoothly, all the way out more than two meters, stopped at Qin Fan's feet.

Qin Fan: "?"

He turned his head and met Fang Zhiran's eyes.

"Give it back." Fang Zhiran whispered.

Qin Fan assessed the distance, weighed it, and raised his hand to throw a parabola.

Ji Xingchuan was looking up and raised his hand to catch a sandbag with precision.

"What's going on again?" He said, "Nothing's stopping."

Fang Zhiran took back his own group, gave a touch of head, patted the gray, hanging heart finally fell.

"So." Mr. Qian lectured, "We, when writing a paper, should consider the reasonableness of the data ......"

"What's this?" Sister Gan Wanhe turned her head and stretched out her claws, "It's soft, squeeze it."

Fang Zhiran: "Don't ......"

Mr. Money: "At the end of the paper, present the outlook ......"

[Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.]

A deep, cold, middle-aged, wanton laugh rang exaggeratedly through the small conference hall.

[It's time for the farce to end!]

[Get off the stage, let me give you one last ride!]

Gan Wanhe: "......"

Pan Xu: "......"

Mr. Money: "......"

Gan Wanhe thows a left - swinging right hand.

"What ...... demon?" She asked, "Talking? And so wild?"

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Fang Zhiran: "............"

Ahhhhh, I hope there are no fans of Mr. Winter in the conference hall.

In the next position--

Ji Xingchuan : "......?"

Ji Xingchuan: "????"

Ji Xingchuan : "......"