Chapter 22: 22 No sleeping

Mr. Winter, is it an octopus?

Your hands are pretty slippery these days.

Afraid of embarrassing his winter teacher, he left that dialog untouched for now.

Anyway, with a voice actor of Mr. Winter's caliber, there's bound to be a lot of private messages in the background, and it's going to be a while before you can punch little Snowflakes into little snowcakes.

[System alert: User "Poor Scribbler" quietly threw 500 cookies into "Winter"'s radio station, and has surpassed you to become the number one guardian of radio host "Winter".]

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Winter Snowflakes threw 501 cookies at Winter's radio station.

Congratulations, you're the number one keeper of radio anchor "Winter" again by the slimmest of margins, one dollar.

[system prompt, user "poor scribbling" quietly threw two cookies to the "winter" radio station, and attached a message: cheap laugh.jpg]

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Angry.

[System alert: Radio anchor "Winter" kicked user "Poverty Scribble" out of the live broadcasting room.]

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Huh? What did Winter Teacher ...... kick out?

Never mind, he seemed to be a bit dizzy after staying up all night yesterday, so he'd better find a table to lie down for a while.

Just as his Xing Chuan senior brother stood up and went out with his cell phone, he rushed over and commandeered the desk.

At the end of the hall, by the window, Ji Xingchuan picks up the phone.

"Baby boy, why did you kick me off the radio?" Yu Jin's voice came over the phone, "Your little fan is kind of funny, I'm amusing myself."

"...... Don't play everything." Ji Xingchuan said.

"Right, the 'Winter' Weibo account, I asked Operations for it, I'll send it to you." Yu Jin said, "That's good, if you're not busy in the future, post more updates yourself, so you won't keep getting rumors that you're retiring."

"OK." Ji Xingchuan said.

He threw his cell phone back into his pocket, and when he went back to the office again, his place was taken.

Fang Zhiran is asleep on the table.

Ji Xingchuan hesitated, gently covered the person with a coat, and turned his head to go to the laboratory.

Ten minutes later, Pan Xu rebooted and opened his eyes, scanning around as he thought about covering his youngest brother with a trench coat.

Fifteen minutes later, Jiang Feng woke up and covered his junior with a sweater.

Gan Wanhe who then woke up: "?"

Gan Wanhe: "..."

Half an hour later, Fang Zhiran dreamed that he turned into a turtle and fell into the crater of a volcano, where he was scalded and cried out.

He opened his eyes.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Group chat [逢考必郭] (27)

[F]: the office is short of hangers isn't it? Smile.jpg

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: stick.jpg, @ Pan Xu.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: stick.jpg, @ Gan Wanhe.

[ Jiang Feng ]: stick.jpg, @ Jiang Feng.

Fang Zhiran folded the pile of clothes, went to the bathroom and washed his face, slightly sobered up, topped off his half-damp forehead hair, and went to class.

In this afternoon class, the teacher was quite lazy, just a few times, the rest let the group report, he sat on the stage to play a background board role.

Fang Zhiran, sleepy and bored, turned on the winter radio station again.

[Hello dear winter teacher, I'm so sleepy.]

[Your grad school fan is in class.]

[There is a persimmon tree outside the window, the persimmons are ripe and look delicious, do you like persimmons? I'll take a picture of a painted cake for you to satisfy your hunger.]

[No, I can't, I'm too sleepy, the after-effects of staying up all night are coming back.]

[Someone please give me a couple slaps on the wrist to clear my head.]

[@Winter: [ 5"((((]]

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Fang Zhiran: "????"

Voice?

Voice! Winter Teacher's Voice!

[@Winter: Wearing headphones.]

Fang Zhiran: "!!!"

He carried out his book bag, carefully bypassed the vocal doughnut charm, unzipped it, and chose between wired headphones, Bluetooth headphones, and headphones.

What kind of immortal product is it?

"No sleeping, want a beating?"

There was a deep, cold laugh in his ears, a slightly hoarse timbre of cruelty and contempt.

"......" Fang Zhiran shivered, sobering up.

It's amazing that Mr. Winter can, the voice actors are really all monsters, it's so strong.

[@Winter: Sober?

[@Winter's Little Snowflakes: Kneeling at the opening, I woke up in shock.]

What a, unguarded shock.

But what's with Mr. Winter messaging him back? Radio administrator benefits?

[System alert: @Winter's Snowflakes threw five cookies at Winter's radio station.]

Or, is it because he's a Pung One Big Brother? The strong financial resources made Winter Teacher notice him.

Fang Zhiran showed a bold smile.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. His diary's been compromised!

[@ Winter's Little Snowflakes: QAQ teacher, don't scroll forward in your private messages, okay?

[@Winter: ? Private message, not just sent to me to read?]

[@Winter's Little Snowflakes: Sometimes it's just a matter of finding a cyber journal.]

[@ Winter's Little Snowflakes: It's not going to be pretty!

Just kidding, the record is spilling over with his crap, what if it scares the winter teacher off.

[@Winter: The system had just been updated when it went live yesterday, so I can't see messages from before yesterday.]

Fang Zhiran breathed a sigh of relief.

[@Winter's Little Snowflakes: That's good!

[@Winter's Little Snowflakes : I'll be a good radio administrator for you. Bunny practicing boxing.jpg]

"That's all for this class." The voice of the professor of the class came, "Class is over."

There was a noise in the classroom as everyone was packing up their computers and books to leave the classroom.

[@Winter's Little Snowflakes: Oh my gosh, Mr. Winter, you're so good, that voice was so strong just now, opening your mouth is just old and perverted.]

[@Winter:.]

[@Winter: Not in the studio, no equipment, average.]

[@Winter's Little Snowflakes: It's been great! I won't allow you to belittle yourself!

Fang Zhiran returned the message as he picked up his backpack and followed the crowd in the direction of the stairs.

There's nothing new on the radio, and Mr. Winter is silent.

Fang Zhiran was content to speak to Mr. Winter.

A message suddenly popped up at the top of the phone's screen: your special attention @voiceover-actor-winter, is online.

The Twitter number, he remembered, was run by the company that Mr. Winter had signed on with.

Is it a release of some new work?

He clicked in with cosplayer Snowflakes' account, refreshed several times, and there was nothing.

What? It's stuck?

He exited the homepage and clicked in once more.

There are still no new tweets, but the "Followed" logo at the bottom of the homepage has been changed to "Mutual Follow".

@VoiceActor-Winter, follows @WinterSmall Snowflakes.