Chapter 19: 19 Is it voice-activated?

Fang Zhiran made a half-circle downstairs and picked up [Lost Rider x1].

"Brother, your phone bill is quite high." Fang Zhiran said, "Sending me three text messages is so extravagant."

"Sorry about that, handsome boy." The rider scratched his head, "I was thinking of sending you a text to get you downstairs early, but I just couldn't find the place."

"It's all right, it's hard work." Fang Zhiran said, "I just came down to stretch my muscles."

He's fine. His senior brother might be a bit of a problem.

Ji Xingchuan got a good scolding from his winter teacher for no reason.

Mortals don't know the wonders of a winter teacher, and to avoid the scolding being transferred to him, he found a bench by the flower bed and sat down.

The milk tea, the co-branded handle is so well chosen, the stickers are beautiful, the bar is beautiful, even the paper bag is so beautiful that Fang Zhiran can't throw it away.

He took pictures one by one, then changed the arrangement of the formation to take pictures, and finally picked out nine pictures and sent a dynamic to the crazy trumpet @ Gu Gui Hurt People.

@ Gu Gui Hurts the People:[image]x9, have supported it and hopefully will roll at this quality from now on.

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Group chat [逢考必郭] (27)

[ Gan Wanhe ]: @ Pan Xu, call the three psychos.

[ Pan Xu ]: ?

[ Gan Wanhe ]: I was just passing by the office, and Ji Xingchuan still seems to be in autism.

[ Gan Wanhe ]: The first twenty years of life are too smooth, right, this mental capacity is really bad.

[ Gan Wanhe ]: It's been over ten hours and I'm coming out of the shadows and embracing life.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: penguin sitting and shivering.jpg

Fang Zhiran: "......"

No, I'm sorry.

I just accidentally made up a hammer for my senior brother.

[Gryllotalpa, you're worthy to speak in front of me!]

The cell phone rang again, and Fang Zhiran scanned it for an unfamiliar number.

"Hello." He picked up the phone.

"Hello, is this Snowflakes-sensei from Clear Light Culture?" The other party asked, "I'm the promotion editor for your partner, and I'm here to talk to you about characterization."

"I am." Fang Zhiran said, "You said."

He sat down under a tree and took a moment to communicate the details of the partnership.

"When I get the clothes and props, I'll send you the trial makeup photos first." Fang Zhiran said and ended the call.

Almost, half an hour had passed, and after the resting of the Sifu, the anger value should have sunk in about as much as it should have.

It's time to go back. If I don't, the milk tea won't be good.

He carried the bag and made his way up the stairs without slowing down. It was near meal time and the office was bustling with people.

Fang Zhiran pushed his way in, his senior brother's position unchanged, the expression on his face no longer discernible.

All the way to a PhD and through his share of big storms, that kind of gravitas should be there.

Fang Zhiran came forward and distributed the milk tea to his brothers and sisters.

"Senior Xing Chuan." He pushed the milk tea over to him, "A token of appreciation."

"Thanks." Ji Xingchuan's gaze fell on the paper man on the cup, paused for a moment, and then left again.

"Thanks Fang Zhiran," Gan Wanhe said with a straw in his mouth, "I should have bought you guys, I was the one who stirred up trouble yesterday."

"Then tomorrow is on you." Ji Xingchuan said.

Gan Wanhe: "?"

You're a fucking victim? You're making a scene here? Give me a pole and I'll go.

"Wow, how did you know I wanted milk tea today?" Pan Xu takes a cup, "Thank you, Fang Zhiran, for treating us to milk tea."

Fang Zhiran's hands behind his back fiddled with the grain in the bag with a knowing smile.

"It's good that your senior brother and sister are happy." He said, "You guys savor it, I'm going to turn in a material at the correctional facility."

The office is quiet again, the penultimate person leaves the office, and Ji Xingchuan starts to get a duck headache again.

When this was first dubbed, he was in excellent shape and cursed his way out of it.

And no one told him that in a year and a half, the boomerang would be swung at his head.

This business, how it suddenly came to an end.

There was a light knock on the office door.

"Xing Chuan?"

It came from the big subject group next door.

"What's wrong?" Ji Xingchuan's voice was slightly hoarse due to a cold.

"Tonight our subject group get-together, why don't you guys come too?" The visitor said, "Our two subject groups often collaborate, so we need to get in touch more often."

"Yes, it's been a while since we've gotten together." Ji Xingchuan said, "But I can't promise I'll get them all."

"Address and time sent to your cell phone la." The other party finished and left the office.

Ji Xingchuan got up and went to the lab.

"I can." Gan Wanhe said, "Who doesn't like a bully."

"I can too." Jiang Feng, a second-year student, said, "It seems like I'm having fun following you guys."

"Not today." Ji Xingchuan said coldly.

He glanced around, informing everyone he could currently see.

Finally, he asked, "Where is Fang Zhiran?"

"Classes are going." Pan Xu probes.

Ji Xingchuan ran through Fang Zhiran's class schedule in his head, "He doesn't have class this afternoon."

Pan Xu opened his mouth, "In fact, there is no class ...... in the world, hey, senior sister, you hit me."

"He went to English class." Gan Wanhe said, "He mentioned to me before that he quite liked the English teacher's voice."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

Ji Xingchuan pondered.

Vocalist? Like a good voice?

Once you get busy, time flies.

When Ji Xingchuan looked at the time again, the hand of the wall clock was already pointing to 5:00 p.m. It was time to get ready for the potluck dinner for the group next door.

"Brother Ji." Gan Wanhe handed out the chat, "Fang Zhiran is not going."

[ Gan Wanhe ]: Ran-Ran, are you coming to dinner tonight?

[F]: I'm not going, I have a headache today.

"Ask again?" Ji Xingchuan said.

"I asked too." Pan Xu hands out the chat log, "Fang Zhiran is not going."

[ Pan Xu ]: Cumin! Dry rice at night?

[F]: I won't go, my feet hurt today.

Pan Xu: "......"

"I'll try." Ji Xingchuan said.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: A potluck dinner. :)

[F]: I won't go, my hand hurts today.

Pan Xu : "He doesn't even want to unify the pain."

"Forget it." Gan Wanhe said, "Little Brother may not like crowded occasions, no need to force it."

"Right." Pan Xu also said, "A strong twisted melon is not sweet."

"You guys go change then." Ji Xingchuan says, "I'll save the data and be right there."

Halfway through organizing the data, Ji Xingchuan's movements suddenly stopped.

Little Master, can you count on voice control?

He picked up his cell phone and pressed the voice record button, bringing in a bit of the speaking technique he used in dubbing for a vocal line that was more in tune with his original voice-

"It's always best to have a potluck with the group next door to keep each other informed about research progress ......"

"You haven't seen many of their members since you joined the group, so you can get to know them."

Because of the cold, his voice was slightly hoarse, quite different from the one he presented during the winter weekdays.

Ji Xingchuan Not really happy with it, but it's all sent, so be it.

He stared at the chat interface between him and Fang Zhiran, gradually, twenty minutes passed, the opposite side was unresponsive, even the symbols being typed did not pop up.

Maybe ...... isn't voice-activated.

Ji Xingchuan drops his gaze.

He stood up and headed for the door, ready to go out.

The next second, there was a clunk and the office door slammed open.

"Go! Let's eat!" Fang Zhiran, fully dressed, crossed his arms, "Hey, Senior, why are you standing behind the door?"

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

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The location of the gathering was chosen to be by the back door of the school.

Fang Zhiran had just stepped into the restaurant when his senior brother dragged him back by the collar.

"You want to go in first?" Fang Zhiran asked.

Ji Xingchuan : "...... is not."

Ji Xingchuan: "You come through security first."

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Fang Zhiran stood by the door of the restaurant and carefully removed the vocalized doughnut from his book bag, holding it into the plastic bag in Ji Xingchuan's hand.

"Cell phone." Ji Xingchuan said.

Fang Zhiran froze, "I muted it."

Ji Xingchuan shook the plastic bag in his hand, "Put it in."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Elder Brother Ji is really strict.

"What's in the pocket?" Ji Xingchuan asked.

Fang Zhiran touched his pocket, "On the left are two lollipops, and on the right is the dormitory key."

"Uh-huh." Ji Xingchuan nodded, "That's fine, go in."

Hazards are eliminated, and it's finally time to eat a nice meal and catch your breath.

Modern man without his cell phone is like a pea shooter without his peas.

Fang Zhiran sat beside Ji Xingchuan, looking around, talking to him and picking out good food.

In mid-sentence, Ji Xingchuan looked down at his cell phone.

[ He Xuyang ]: Hello, Mr. Ji, is Fang Zhiran with you?

[ He Xuyang ]: I forgot to bring my dormitory key, and he didn't respond to any of my text messages or phone calls.

Also texting and calling.

Ji Xingchuan showed a smile of escape.

Fang Zhiran was burying his head in his chicken wings when his senior knocked on him, "It's for you."

The slight hoarseness that comes with this cold is just right and oddly nice.

It's not bad to drug your older brother until he's half-mute.

"You told him to come here to me." Fang Zhiran said, "I have the key in my pocket."

Ji Xingchuan: "OK."

I just don't know why, but there's always a sense of foreboding.

A good doctoral student was turned into a bird of prey by his junior.

Tempted by the prospect of going home, He Xuyang quickly dashes over and knocks on the door of the box.

"Hello seniors!" He Xuyang greeted, "Fang Zhiran, save me."

Fang Zhiran carries a tiny key from his pocket, and the oversized keychain from which it hangs.

He Xuyang and Fang Zhiran looked at each other and were moved to reach out and hold this ticket home.

Fang Zhiran: "Hey, you take it easy."

Ji Xingchuan: "?!"

For a moment, He Xuyang seemed to see a shadow.

He was thrown from the box by the stump, and meanwhile the key-fob in his hand was speaking loudly--

[Ha-ha-ha-ha]

"In terms of speed, I'm number two, no one dares to call me number one.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

Fang Zhiran: "Hey."

Forgot there was a vocalized keychain, but Shifu is so good and throws thunder so fast.

Saving Mr. Winter, +1 merit to you.

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Under the streetlight outside the restaurant, Ji Xingchuan tilts his head, takes a deep breath, and dials a phone number.

"Hello? Son?" Yu Jin's voice came through, "Why do you sound a little distressed?"

"I haven't said anything yet." Ji Xingchuan said.

"Okay, okay, what's up baby boy?" Yu Jin asks, "Mommy just got out of the studio."

"Tell the company for me, I want, the account number and password for 'Winter'." Ji Xingchuan said.