Chapter 21: 21 999+

Fang Zhiran: "?"

He slowly raised his right hand and tugged at his cheek.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

It hurts so much. I didn't dream it.

Milk tea hallucinogenic?

Not so much, it's not like you're drinking a see hand green flavor.

So ...... is the winter teacher blind or did his hand slip?

Uncontrollably, his right hand rose and gave himself a punch.

No, I won't allow you to say that about Mr. Winter.

And, after a year and a half, Mr. Winter is actually online.

[@Winter's Little Snowflakes throws 500 bottles of glue at Winter's radio station.]

[System tip: You have become a lv99 noble on this site, only 666 points short of becoming a lv100 Grand Noble.]

Fang Zhiran ignores system messages.

[System tip: Only 666 points short of unlocking the id light effect to make your id shine.]

[@Winter's Little Snowflakes throws 500 bottles of glue at Winter's radio station.]

[System alert: You have defeated the user "Poverty Scribble" and become the number one guardian of the radio anchor "Winter".]

A line suddenly appeared in the radio interface--

@Winter: thanks little Snowflakes for the glue.

Fang Zhiran: "!!!"

Winter not only manifested tonight, it spoke.

Mr. Winter has quite a following, and even though it's 4:00 a.m., the radio station is on fire with thousands of people.

@TalkingPlum (Early to bed, early to rise version): ahhhhhhh this is what I deserve for staying up all night to write my paper, you're back Mr. Winter.

I don't think you're going to quit, Mr. Winter.

@ A Monkey: Yo, stepping on the heat of Si Xi retiring out of the circle ah, not ashamed of the winter, backed by the will be the moon media is will rub.

Administrator "Winter Snowflakes" kicked "A Monkey" off the air.

Fang Zhiran looks over his right hand and gets a nice jab.

But--

Is it true that he, the administrator, wasn't given out by a slip of the winter teacher's hand?

@Winter: nice, thanks little Snowflakes.

Fang Zhiran: "!"

It's true, the administrator is the one who gave it to him, and the winter teacher complimented him on it.

He followed the influx of radio fans and swiped a few sentences onto the public screen, which was quickly drowned out in the fast-scrolling comments section because there were so many people.

It was also just his big Kryptonian id that glowed that looked more conspicuous.

@Winter: it's been a busy time with less work.

@Winter: I've only heard of substitute shopping, substitute driving, and substitute dog walking, not substitute retiring circles.

@Winter: don't even think about retiring anytime soon, don't make decisions on my behalf.

In the middle of the night, Fang Zhiran sat up from his bed.

Winter teacher, really refreshing.

On the radio, the comments continue to swipe.

@ A Vocalist:@ Winter's Little Snowflakes, Snowflakes Teacher! Double Stretch Rapture.

@Winter's Little Snowflakes :(*^▽^*)

Fang Zhiran has done a lot of cosplay in the past two years, and has been the official cosplayer for several games, and it's not surprising that he's been recognized because he's been surfing with a big x-site.

But it doesn't matter, he's pretty much split between the second and third genres, with the only loophole being his Xing Chuan sibling.

He was just thinking about it when Mr. Winter typed on the public screen again.

@Winter: no live equipment on hand today, plus a bit of a cold and a bad speaking voice.

Fang Zhiran: "!"

Start deciphering.

"I don't have any live equipment on hand today" means that I will come to the radio station and open up the mic later when I have the equipment!

@Winter: It's getting late, people, get some rest.

@Winter: cheers to all who work and go to school, and if you're going to listen to winter audio, remember to wear headphones for even more sound.

Comments section -

@PlayingGamesIsCooky: Well, well, well, good night, winter teacher.

@NeedsSweetLiteratureRenewal (can't reply): good morning winter teacher.

[System alert: Radio anchor "Winter" is offline.]

Fang Zhiran closed his eyes in peace and began to sleep.

Five minutes later, Fang Zhiran opened his eyes and turned on the X station.

Well, the radio administrator's tag is still there.

Fang Zhiran changed his sleeping position and began to close his eyes.

Five minutes later, Fang Zhiran opens his eyes and opens the x-station.

Uh-uh-uh, the radio shows that the anchor just left 10 minutes ago.

Fang Zhiran ...... Fang Zhiran doesn't sleep anymore, he rushes to the balcony, ready to embrace the early morning sun.

*

Doctor's dormitory building, with one room still lit.

Ji Xingchuan sits at his computer, tinkering with his radio station.

It was hard to answer a bunch of verification questions to get my account back, it hasn't been online for a year and a half, the x-site has been updated several times, and the interface features have been changed to the point where I don't even recognize my mom anymore.

And this private message feature, when did that pop up again?

@ Winter Solstice Dumplings [3]

@WinterSolsticeEatDumplings: Winter Teacher, have you set a time for Lin Qin Dumpling II vendors yet?

@ Cha Mu's Little Sun [99+]

@ Cha Mu's Little Sun: &#%@&*......The Shameless*@&#* Bah!

Little Snowflakes in Winter [999+]

@WinterLittleSnowflakes : Hello dear winter teacher ......

@Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

@tsk: Brother! Brother you how to send 1w photo cards to my school, brother you talk ah brother! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through to you, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get through to you.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

Well, there are too many messages to read, so I'm more interested in seeing that 999+ one.

Ji Xingchuan opened a private message from "Winter Snowflakes".

September 1

[Hello dear winter teacher, I've liked your voice for a long time, congratulations, as of today, you have graduate student fans.]

[Maybe you don't care for grad students, but there definitely aren't many grad students like me who get first place on both the first and second exams. Laughing.jpg]

[Dr. Senior is so high and mighty, it feels like he's looking at me with his chin.]

[Trying to snap a trash can to his head.]

This site doesn't let you withdraw messages?

[Don't you be afraid, I'm gentle little Snowflakes.]

September 10

[Hello dear winter teacher, Happy Teachers' Day.]

Are you a teacher?

[It doesn't matter, with your voice, I'll learn whatever you teach.]

[I saw Dr. Senior in the cafeteria today, and the food at that new window was so bad, I didn't tell him.]

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

October 21

[You're a good gasper.]

The corner of Ji Xingchuan's mouth slightly hooked.

October 27

[Dear Mrs. Winter, I'm free.]

[Why did Dr. Senior suddenly start to care about me ah ah ah ah, my good days are over.]

[Trying to bolt Shifu to the office.]

The corner of Ji Xingchuan's mouth twitched.

November 1

[You're good at coaxing.]

November 3

[Trying to knock Elder Brother out.

November 6

[You're good at cursing.]

November 15

[Elder brother is quite human at times.]

November 20

[Ahhhhhh you're so good at lecturing people, you're really pinching me.]

November 25

[So much so that I want to beat my senior brother with amnesia.]

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

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

He turned on face verification for his x-site account.

[Congratulations, you passed face verification with an extraordinarily vivid facial expression.]

[From now on the account function is not restricted, your use of the unimpeded!

Ji Xingchuan: "."

Little Winter Snowflakes.

"Winter's", "Little Snowflakes".

Ji Xingchuan lifted his hand and rubbed his brow.

Snowflakes, it's supposed to be winter, who would have thought of that dimension.

Fang Zhiran, indeed, is a fan of "Winter".

Well, just the pink sound.

Can ...... shallow beat up a fan?

*

He Xuyang got up early today in order to catch up on his little thesis.

"Graduate school is too hard." At five o'clock, He Xuyang cursed and went to the balcony.

In the light of the morning, the late fall wind brushed lightly, and the boy on the balcony flashed a quiet smile at him against the light.

He Xuyang: "......"

Shit, he's dazzling.

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

[Undergraduate student turned over, this year's graduate school, ask a reliable tutor]

1L (I want to go to graduate school): I'm looking for recommendations from my seniors for a good mentor.

2L (What does it mean to learn physics well): I don't recommend Qian Nanzheng, it's quite capable of squeezing the students, and I feel that people in their division work harder.

3L (Qian Men will not fall): There is no such thing as studying without suffering, choose Qian Men and learn real skills.

4L (Lab Dobie): recommend Guo Lin, good, good atmosphere in the division.

5L (Xu Yang 何处): No, no, no, no, the happiness is all superficial. My roommate seems to have studied all night last night, and her mental state is not good anymore.

6L (oooh hah hah huh let me graduate): agree, last night the lights in Ji Xingchuan's room seemed to be on all night, and they worked pretty hard too.

10:00 a.m., Lao Guo's office.

Gan Wanhe dozed off on the windowsill.

Jiang Feng hugged his knees and sat in the corner, huffing and puffing.

Pan Xu leaned against the bookcase with his eyes closed, standing on his left foot for a while, then switching to his right.

Ji Xingchuan sat in front of the computer, crackling with words.

The door of the office was pushed open, and Fang Zhiran walked in carrying a dozen bags, "Senior brothers and sisters, please drink milk tea."

"Wow, drinking milk tea again." Pan Xu opened his eyes, "Fang Zhiran broke the bank."

"I'm coming I'm coming." Gan Wanhe swooped in, "I want that watermelon flavor from yesterday."

"Senior Xing Chuan." Fang Zhiran handed out milk tea, "This is for you."

"Thank you." Ji Xingchuan said.

"You two were talking in the group most of last night, you're still in good spirits today." Gan Wanhe said.

"I'm a little happy." Fang Zhiran said, "Why are there so many people in the office today?"

"Your senior brother told us to sleep here before entering the lab for fear of danger." Pan Xu said.

Fang Zhiran: "Uh-oh."

Idle as he was, he found a corner to sit in and wrote some more private messages to Mr. Winter's back office.

[Hello dear winter teacher, I just listened to Si Xi teacher's audio on the way.]

[Do you know that kind of voice that sounds like a pervert at first listen.]

[Ah, I'll tell you something funny, my Dr. Brother's hair is sticking up several times today.]

[Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.]

[You can't see my messages anyway, so I'll just have fun by myself.]

[@Winter: soybean smile.jpg

[@Winter withdrew a message.]

Fang Zhiran poured a glass of water and came back, picking up the cell phone again.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Huh?

What floated past?

Winter teacher returned his message?