Chapter 18: 18 Shut up!

U of A Master's and Doctoral Programs - School of Physics Section

[Has the Dissertation Writing IV training been adjourned yet, and can I still get a participant's gift if I go now?]

1L (good at writing acknowledgements): hmmm ...... fall apart, don't come.

2L (Lab Dobie): almost died holding my laughter.

3L (Qin Fan who wants to graduate): ...... I'm dead. Stay away from Guo Men in your next life, no normal people except Ji Xingchuan.

4L (owner): ?

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Group chat [逢考必郭] (27)

[ Lao Guo ]: Boys, what have you done?

[ Lao Guo ]: Qian Nanzheng just asked me to compensate him for moral damages.

Pan Xu changed the name of the group chat to [Accountability for Disrupting Training Sessions].

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: penguin sitting and shivering.jpg

[ Gan Wanhe ]: The direct responsibility lies with me, I shouldn't be able to control my hands, I want to pinch when I see a round one.

[ Pan Xu ]: The indirect responsibility lies with me, I shouldn't have wanted to go to the toilet, let alone take the tunnel, and hung up Fang Zhiran's doughnut.

[F]: The fundamental responsibility lies with me, I shouldn't have hung a loud vocalizing doughnut on my book bag.

[F]: But is Qin Fan right? If he hadn't thrown it, Sister wouldn't have wanted it so much?

[R2 - Jiang Feng]: ? Tonight is so exciting? I should have known I'd be there.

[ Lao Guo ]:@Research 2 - Jiang Feng, you kid didn't go did you.

[ Pan Xu ]: Taking a step back, is Brother Ji not at all at fault? If it wasn't for him lying there and not moving, I wouldn't be ......

[F]: Shut up, don't say it, my brother is innocent.

[F]: The most innocent person tonight is Ji Xingchuan.

[F]: There was no part of the incident that could be connected to him.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: penguin sitting and shivering.jpg

[ Gan Wanhe ]: Blame it on old money, he'd have finished his speech earlier and let go, and there wouldn't have been any of this.

[ Gan Wanhe ]: @ Lao Guo, let's let Lao Qian compensate us for the mental loss, I have never been so embarrassed in my 26 years of life.

[ Lao Guo ]: ......

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In the hallway by the office door, three men leaned against the wall and chatted.

"How is my brother Xing Chuan?" Fang Zhiran asked.

Ji Xingchuan, the pride of heaven, born so far smooth sailing, never suffered such a big disaster, did not trip over such a big hurdle.

"Let him embarrass himself for a while." Gan Wanhe covered his face, "It's our fault for attracting the attention of the whole house and embarrassing him."

"What can we do?" Pan Xu asks, "I've got a lot of contacts, so I'll go next door and borrow three psych students to give him some guidance?"

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"The face is all ours to lose, I think Elder Brother can heal himself, I'm going back." Fang Zhiran said, "It's almost ten o'clock."

On the scene today, there are two victims, Ji Xingchuan and Mr. Winter.

Ji Xingchuan is considered a minor injury and the winter teacher was seriously injured.

He'd have to drop a little gift into Mr. Winter's radio station to quietly make up for it.

In the silence of the office, Ji Xingchuan was sitting upright, staring at a doughnut on his desk.

In the middle of the day, Ji Xingchuan reached out and squeezed the doughnut--

[Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha]

"Not one of my kind, kill them all.

[Humming]

Ji Xingchuan pinched again.

Huh? Get your filthy hands off me!

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

This is ...... his own voice, right?

When I first recorded it, I only felt the character was dashing and fastidious, I didn't feel so ashamed.

Ji Xingchuan covered his head like a koda duck with a headache.

At that exact moment, the cell phone rang.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Ji Xingchuan answered the phone.

"Xing Chuan, do you have a cold?" Yu Jin asked, "The voice sounds weird."

"No." Ji Xingchuan said.

It's just awkward to the point of contortion.

"The handheld 'Step into a Thousand Years' people want you." Yu Jin says, "The last batch of vocal doughnuts sold so well that they were sold out of stock. They said it was so popular that people were snapping up the big flawed doughnuts at Comic-Con whose wings and eyes had fallen off."

Yu Jin : "The handheld side wants to take the opportunity to put out another wave of new troupes, and wants to add some new sentences to the original character voices."

Yu Jin : "They asked me to ask, do you have any ideas? A few words of sleep or comfort?"

"Wanted to come up with a few physics equations." Ji Xingchuan says, "Persuasion."

Yu Jin: "......"

Yu Jin, in a daze, counts off a few words and hangs up the phone.

Ji Xingchuan grasped the doughnut in front of him and continued to weigh it.

Little Master ...... loved this character he was paired with? Loved it so much that even on his book bag, he had to hang one.

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Fang Zhiran went back to the dormitory, only to realize that he had left his baby group in the office.

[F]: Brother Xing Chuan, are you still in the office?

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Uh-huh.

[F]: Help me put the gnocchi in the drawer, I'm afraid it's cold.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: ......

[F]: Brother don't pinch it Oh, the number of vocalizations is only about 200, pinch once less.

[F]: What a bargain for old money.

[Ji Xingchuan]: [photographs]

Tuanzi fell asleep in the drawer, Ji Xingchuan even gave him a handkerchief, and Fang Zhiran was relieved.

[Hello dear winter teacher, I seem to have embarrassed you.]

[It's a good thing everyone has learned to be stupid and not appreciate your voice.]

[This matter is known to heaven and earth, and everything goes with the wind.]

[@Winter's little fireworks throw 200 bottles of glue at Winter's radio station.]

The radio station is a public state, and when no one is on the air, chat is available on the channel.

Fang Zhiran had just finished throwing his gift when he saw a new message pop up on the pop-up page-

@ Cha Mu's Little Sun: passing through, grave bouncing.

@ Cha Mu's Little Sun: Sheesh, winter is mushy like this and people are still rushing over to burn paper?

@WinterSmokey: ? Dog barking?

@WinterSmokey: What kind of filthy, trashy content does Cha Mu broadcast that requires you to come on someone else's radio station and take a breather?

@ Cha Mu's Little Sun: you! Look at Twitter, your winter teacher is retiring!

Fang Zhiran: "?"

He opened his Twitter account and tapped into the "Voice Actor Winter" megathread.

Sure enough, there was a message from the marketing number hanging on the front page.

Today's @SecondDate: Winter, a well-known voice actor, has seen his workload plummet over the past year, and there are whispers that Winter is about to retire from the industry, what do you think about this?

The comments section has been taken over by the Winter Teacher's Coddle group.

@Winter Sparrow: hold your head up, people are just inactive, they didn't say they quit.

@Winterlake: marketing numbers don't come to dip their toes in the dub scene... there are fewer winter works but they're all classics.

@WinterVault: How many times have we been "dropped out" of winter, he's just focused on his work, not socializing, please let it go!

Fang Zhiran has made two rounds of the Internet and found no definitive evidence that Winter is going to back out of the loop.

Reassured a bit, he clicked a few likes, got under the covers, and drifted off to sleep.

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The hostage ...... Oh no, the mass is still in Ji Xingchuan s hands, plus the lab work is only half done.

The next day after class, Fang Zhiran walked alone on the path to the laboratory building.

On the way, the cell phone rang -

[mcn晴灯文化- Li Li]: Snowflakes, come to work, we've got a novel promotion.

[F]: ok, no problem, I'll fill in the text first.

[mcn 晴灯文化- Li Li]: Later the novel's promotion editor would like to talk to you about the character's makeup design, shall I give her your cell phone number?

[F]: Here, I happen to be free this afternoon.

It was just a phone call to take, and it was time he could still spare.

He moved his finger to turn off the mute button on his cell phone to prevent missing calls.

"Classmate." A delivery boy called out to him, "Is the physics lab building this one?"

"No, it's this one." Fang Zhiran pointed down.

The road signs at the U of A are really not easy to see for outsiders.

Right. Oh.

I've been here for so long, and I didn't say anything about treating my brothers and sisters to a cup of milk tea.

Fang Zhiran, not humane.

Yesterday, his doughnut made the whole division fall together like an ice cave, and as an apology, it was logical for him to buy a milk tea today.

However, most of the milk tea is 20 to 30 cups, slightly expensive, he can not afford to drink.

However, it seems like one of his favorite ip's opened up a co-brand recently.

He opened the takeout software, picked out the milk tea store with the co-branding, specializing in the co-branded model, and ordered several cups.

Two birds with one stone.

Brother and sister drink milk tea, he eats cereal, and everyone gets full.

The storm had passed, the days would go on, the office was empty, and everyone seemed to be busy in the lab.

Fang Zhiran set his cell phone down by the windowsill, pulled open a drawer, found his baby doughnut, and hung it back on his book bag.

Winter teacher debris is back in place and productivity is MAX.

The office door was pushed open as he drew the third statistical chart.

"Good afternoon, Senior Xing Chuan." Fang Zhiran said politely.

"Good afternoon." Ji Xingchuan walked in.

It's fine. Everything's fine. What happened yesterday, it was just a little accident.

Fang Zhiran pointed at the computer, "Xing Chuan, this place, I don't quite get it."

"I'll teach you." Ji Xingchuan came over and stood by his chair, pointing to the data on the computer and giving him the source.

He prided himself on his professionalism, but it was clear that Ji Xingchuan's knowledge and operational experience in physics was far superior to his.

"I see, it's really much simpler to use this method of Senior Brother." Fang Zhiran flipped out his notebook and jotted it down.

His senior brother seemed to have a bit of a cold today and was always coughing a bit when he spoke.

"I'm not going to catch you with a cold, am I?" Fang Zhiran apologized profusely.

"It shouldn't be you." Ji Xingchuan said, taking a box of lozenges from the drawer.

"Last night, sorry." Fang Zhiran said, "Elder brother isn't angry, is he?"

Ji Xingchuan just dropped the candy in his mouth, "No ......"

[Shut up!

A cocky, arrogant voice exploded into the office.

Ji Xingchuan : "I ......"

[Shut up!

Fang Zhiran: "?"

He stood up and dove for his cell phone, going to turn off the text message beep.

Ji Xingchuan : "This ......"

[Shut up!

Ji Xingchuan : "You ......"

[Grylls and ants, you're worthy to open your mouth in front of me!]

This time it was the phone that rang too.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

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

Ji Xingchuan replicated the soybean smile on his face.

"Hey, hey, hey? Milk tea is here, right?" Fang Zhiran answered the phone in a panic, "Can't find your way? Then I'm coming down!"

He rushed out of the office in a huff.

Mr. Winter, I'm sorry!

But you seem to have called out my senior brother.