Chapter 2: 02 all! Renewal success!

Fang Zhiran gave himself a perfect score for this answer.

The loyalty to research is simply overwhelming and evident.

It's just that his senior brother doesn't seem satisfied enough, looking at him like he's looking at a brain-deficient academic hayseed.

Halfway through the day, his senior brother asked, "What speed can you have?"

Fang Zhiran: "Windchill?"

You can write ten in a night if you don't pack quality.

"OK." Ji Xingchuan nodded his head, "It's like this, Mr. Guo has two foundation projects in his hands, currently it's our doctoral side that's doing it, he's interested in letting you join the subject group in advance, and help me with experiments after class, it might be a bit hard, are you okay with that?"

Fang Zhiran : "The sea of learning is endless, and hard work is the experience of life."

I am the most loyal dog in the research business.

Ji Xingchuan seemed to be satisfied at last, looking at him with a weighty gaze, so heavy that it seemed to have a solid body.

Fang Zhiran was lost in thought as he looked at the extra thick book in his hand.

"This book is for you." Ji Xingchuan said, "There are a few experimental methods that will be useful in the future, so you can take a look at them if you have time."

He asked a few more questions about his studies, and Fang Zhiran answered them one by one.

The time on the wall clock pointed to 5:00 p.m., and the warm orange glow of the setting sun poured over Ji Xingchuan.

"It's not early." Ji Xingchuan finally kicked him out, "Go eat."

Fang Zhiran stood up to leave when a sudden sharp burning pain between his legs made him wobble and sit back in his chair.

Shit, the leg loops that I hadn't had time to take off in the rush of the moment had been buckled and strangled, and the hard texture had probably bruised the side of my leg.

Ji Xingchuan: "?"

Fang Zhiran gritted his teeth, "The academic atmosphere here ...... at Sifu is so good that I linger."

Ji Xingchuan: "."

The desk drawer was pulled open, and Ji Xingchuan's long fingers lifted a bag of fudge from it and handed it to him.

"Go eat." Ji Xingchuan said, "Don't just study, your body is important too, and if you don't understand anything in the books, you can ask me."

"Oh ......" Fang Zhiran walks away clutching his candy and book.

The moment the door was closed, Ji Xingchuan breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in Lao Guo's office chair.

What an epileptic, how could he think that this young master, looked like that delicate and sweet female cosplayer at the comic convention.

It's nothing more than that cosplayer's character has a tear mole, which Little Master just happens to have.

Ji Xingchuan stood up and pulled the office window open a little.

The nerd smell in the air in this house is getting to be over the limit, it needs to dissipate.

-

Fang Zhiran had just left the academy building when he met Pan Xu, a third-year graduate student and another senior member of the faculty.

"Zhiran, coming over for class?" Pan Xu greeted.

"No, it's Elder Brother Ji looking for me." Fang Zhiran replied.

"Oh, I remember, I asked Mr. Guo to correct my paper yesterday and he mentioned it." Pan Xu shot his head, "Lao Guo asked Ji Xingchuan to help bring you up, right?"

Fang Zhiran : "Right, I've just finished meeting my senior."

"Miserable." Pan Xu showed his heartache, "Ji Xingchuan, this person is especially strict."

"Uhm ......?" Fang Zhiran froze, "He's taken others too?"

"That's not true." Pan Xu waved her hand.

"Then how do you know he's strict?" Fang Zhiran asked.

"Before he came, Lao Guo published one or two papers a year and was just waiting to die," Pan Xu said. Pan Xu said, "After he came, Lao Guo published twelve papers last year and was so tired that he wanted to die."

Pan Xu: "No, Lao Guo ran away."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"Anyway, you do your best." Pan Xu patted his shoulder sympathetically, "Just behave well and study hard, our Senior Brother Ji doesn't seem to like people who don't do their job."

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

Got it.

Well, mustn't let Elder Brother know he's an active cosplayer behind his back.

Pan Xu was in a hurry to fill in the experimental data and left in a hurry without talking to him for a few minutes.

The cell phone in his pocket perked up and he picked it up; it was Su Jia, his friend who had gone to Comic-Con together today.

"Help, it hurts." Fang Zhiran answered the phone as he walked, "When these coshes are made, can you consider that it's a human wearing it."

"Secondaries don't count as people, they count as leeks." Su Jia says, "Speaking of which, I blame your senior for calling you ...... so abruptly"

"I don't blame him." Fang Zhiran said, "We graduate students are like this, when the mentor calls, even if they are lying dead in their graves, they still have to swindle and jump out to have a group meeting, and then carve the time of the next group meeting into an epitaph."

Su Jia: "......"

"Besides, my senior brother is hard to meet." Fang Zhiran said, "Physics department courtyard grass, campus forum on the big hot door, a lot of people want to chase, can not even meet, I have beaten 90% of the forum people."

Moreover, Elder Brother's voice was quite nice, with a clean vocal line, so light that it was like a sparse cloud in a clear sky.

He has little resistance to people with good voices.

That's right, Ji Xingchuan, why did you send him away with candy, give him a little sweet, first and foremost?

As the two of them chatted one after another, Fang Zhiran unconsciously walked to the dormitory building.

The newly opened milk tea store was lit up with a billboard advertising its business, and the faint scent of strawberry fruit tea wafted through the air.

"Buy a cup?" The part-time female student handed him the flyer and froze the moment she saw his face, "Opening special, strawberry fruit tea is only 20 yuan a cup."

"No, thanks." Fang Zhiran said.

Twenty, that's expensive. Will you live a few seconds longer or grow more wiser if you drink it?

Prices at U of A are really as high as its admission scores.

The elevator stopped at the tenth floor, and he fished his keys out of his pocket and opened the door to his dormitory.

His roommate had gone out of town for a conference with the subject group next door and was gone all week, leaving his two rooms empty.

He put down his book bag, sat on the edge of the bed, pulled off his baggy black sweatpants, and limped over to the dressing mirror.

The original snow-white side of the leg was rubbed red by the hard texture of the leather, and the surface of the leg was also scraped by the hard yarn of the garter stockings in the cosuit with a few red marks, he lowered his head and unbuckled the leg loops, finally freeing his legs, it was the side of the leg that left some blood scars, it looked a bit miserable.

He flopped down on the side of the bed, drying his two long, slender legs, trying to pick himself up some ointment to revitalize the blood and bruises.

The phone vibrated and Su Jia sent him a new message.

[ Su Jia ]: Snowflakes, just now, "Lin Qin's" new perimeter came up without a word.

[ Su Jia ]: It's that crazy white-haired batch of paper people you've been enjoying lately, isn't it, and this game gives him peripherals pretty frequently.

"!" With his back no longer sore and his legs no longer aching, Fang Zhiran leapt out of bed and opened the purchase link.

Color paper, such a big piece is only twenty, cheap, buy.

Barf, so delicate, only thirty, buy, punch plural.

The pre-sale period takes three months? Long? Not long. It's not about waiting, it's about giving life something to look forward to.

Fang Zhiran orders with passion.

[ Su Jia ]: All?

[F]: Yeah, bought every kind, renewed successfully.

[ Su Jia ]: Your dormitory is quite environmentally friendly, isn't it?

[F]: How so?

[ Su Jia ]: With a crop of leeks as big as yours.

[F]:.

[ Su Jia ]: That said, I never used to be able to figure out what made you fall in love with characters. Your favorite paperboys, some steady some sickly and some crazy approved, staple an omnivore.

[ Su Jia ]: I now realize that you like every character that the voice actor Winter has dubbed, don't you?

[F]: (゜▽^*))

[F]: No more chit-chat, off to study. Watch out for a graduate student who's about to start researching.

The book Ji Xingchuan gave him was written by their mutual mentor Guo Lin, and the content is professional but not obscure, with a lot of dry stuff.

Fang Zhiran devoured half of the book and organized some notes along the way.

Seeing that it was getting late, he got up and grabbed his pajamas and was about to go take a shower when the pages of the book spread out on the desk were blown by the wind.

In the daytime, Pan Xu's words were still ringing in his ears, he thought about it, picked up his cell phone, and casually took a picture of a page for the book-

Sent a message to Ji Xingchuan.

[F]: Good evening, Sifu! This page is a bit difficult, didn't quite get it, asking for clarification.

It's done.

A euphemism for telling a brother in law that the knowledge has been read.

The persona of the studious, inquisitive, superior graduate student has been added to yet again.

-

Ji Xingchuan stayed in the lab for an extra two hours tonight, and as he exited the lab, the screen of his cell phone lit up a few times with an alert of a new message.

He unhurriedly removed his gloves and mask, and stripped off his white lab coat, before going to check his cell phone.

The message was sent by someone from the production team of the moba game "Step into a Thousand Loads", telling him that the sleep-inducing audio recorded yesterday had been put online, and sending him some screenshots of the comment section.

[Winter, it's still you, just open your mouth and kneel, okay? Finally got a mouthful of fine chaff before bed.]

[If you don't take a new job, I'll think you're dumb.]

[Husband, Sue makes my legs weak.]

Ji Xingchuan raised his eyebrows and was about to reply to the message when a popular message was pushed at the top of his cell phone screen-

[S City Comic Con, stunning cosplayers, I'll wash my head upside down if I don't look good.]

His fingertips paused, the message already tapped in.

The pictures are moving pictures of the very cosplayer that Hakurei's cousin Ji Ze favorably reviewed, and they are excellent shots compared to the videos Hakurei has seen.

@Don'tWantToStartSchool: drawn in by the upside down hair wash, holy shit it's beautiful. It's rare to see the character of Himawari come out so restored.

@Laying Flat at the Bottom of the Triple Pit: the makeup and hair are so exquisite, the waist is so thin, and the legs are so white and beautiful. Huh, why is my cell phone screen wet!

@再歪卡就退游：Sensei seems to be accompanying a friend today, hey, I succeeded in stamp collecting [photo], he has a good personality.

@CowHorseWorking hard to make up the final payment: ah ah ah ah ah it's our Snowflakes teacher, @WinterLittleSnowflakes, look at his homepage, all of his works are amazing.

@Want to fall in love with ten men at the same time: this this this ...... modeling face ah, out of what looks good, he in the nwa there to fill the membership? I've been following it.

Ji Xingchuan clicked on the big picture.

Just about to long press save, Ji Xingchuan: "?"

Him?

Ji Xingchuan tapped into the id circled in the comment section and went to the cosplayer Snowflakes' account homepage.

The number is fairly new, but signed to the mcn agency and has posted quite a few scene photos, cosplaying mostly teenage characters and the occasional female character like Himawari.

The account has 450,000 followers and the gender in the profile field is -

Male.

Cos makeup is on the heavy side, and it's hard to see a cosplayer's face through a photo.

But Snowflakes' character today has a mole on the end of his eye that perfectly matches the one on the end of his little brother's eye.

Well, now the genders overlap too.

The young master, who seemed to be academically aware, was taking pictures and asking him questions in the middle of the night.

Ji Xingchuan clicked on a picture sent by Fang Zhiran.

-

In the dormitory, the screen of his cell phone flashed, and Fang Zhiran drifted his gaze to it.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: ?

Finally got back to him. The Doctor is really busy, it's this time of day.

I'm sure it's high-flying. Return a question mark.

He smoothly clicked on the photo he'd sent over and scanned it.

Fang Zhiran froze.

It's not ...... who's a good teacher compiling a book and writing half of the life testimonials!

What a thing, My Half-Life with Physics!

How come he just happened to take this page and said it was a little hard, didn't quite get it, hard my ass, hard to read?

Withdraw it? No. Eight hundred years have passed. It can't be withdrawn.

It's better to say that the vocalization was wrong, and make a little mistake of being guilty of indelicacy.

He was typing with a red face when a new message popped up on Ji Xingchuan's side.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: It's pretty hard.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Why don't you come over to this side of the office after class tomorrow.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: I'll explain it to you face to face?

Fang Zhiran : "......"