Chapter 3: 03 Blush

Done.

The intelligence is accurate. This senior brother is really strict.

He was about to elaborate when Ji Xingchuan got a new message.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: It's all read and understood except for this one, "My Half-Life with Physics", right?

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Mr. Guo's book is really rather basic.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Why don't you take a look at this, like it or not?

Fang Zhiran: "?"

What's good?

The exclusive red shell of the pdf file flashed, Ji Xingchuan transmitted to him a core journal of English literature.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

However, compared to Lao Guo's introductory graduate student reference book, which focuses on the basics, Fang Zhiran briefly skimmed through it, and found that the research mentioned in this literature is much more complex, higher than his current body of knowledge, and more challenging and interesting to understand.

He had just finished reading the conclusions of the study and returned to the introductory section when he caught a glimpse of the first author's name under the heading-

Xingchuan Ji

Hey, it's the senior's thesis.

[F]: Like like like.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Then come to the office tomorrow and explain exactly how much you like it.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Still going to the office!

-

Near twelve o'clock, the Master's and Doctor's dormitory buildings are still brightly lit.

But Fang Zhiran is going to lie down first, the cell phone kicks in, and the bedtime ritual begins in earnest.

Wounds sustained in his studies were to be healed back in the secondary, and he lay on his side with Twitter open, ready to find a bowl of e-herbs to hypnotize him.

Just in time, a popular development was pushed to his front page - the

The @moba handball game - step into a thousand years, released a new dynamic: "Lin Qin" sleep video, tonight accompanied by your dreams, thanks to the voice teacher @ winter (in retreat) busy schedule to participate in the recording.

Fang Zhiran: "!"

There were thousands of voices in the world, but he only liked Mr. Winter's rendition.

It had been the voice of Mr. Winter that had accompanied him to sleep on countless nights.

However, since last year, "Winter" seems to be busy with her real work, so she has stopped taking on new dubbing jobs, and the new works she occasionally releases are after-sales of her previous contracts.

This makes Fang Zhiran, a vocalist, cry out for less food and crave for more.

Sleep paused, and he flamed into the audio, put on his headphones, and dived headfirst into the depths of his comforter.

The slightly cold voice, which normally seemed to carry a frosty aura, pressed out an ambiguous whisper in this lulling audio, making even the slightly forceful commands extraordinarily gentle.

The headphones, bought back at great expense, faithfully carried every word into his ears, jarring them slightly, as if someone were at his side, gently embracing him in his arms-

"Go to sleep or ......"

The lack of oxygen deepened the blush, and until the moment of sleep, Fang Zhiran thought--

If that's the voice, I'll do whatever I'm asked to do.

-

"You'll report on the literature at the group meeting this weekend, will you?"

The next day, in the office, Ji Xingchuan looked at Fang Zhiran in front of him and asked.

"...... huh? What day of the week?" He asked.

"Saturday." Ji Xingchuan said, "Mr. Guo said he spoke to us by video call."

"Oh ......" Fang Zhiran said, "I guess it's okay, thanks for giving me this chance to perform, Sifu."

"No thanks, I was going to perform on my own, it was Mr. Guo's idea to put you on." Ji Xingchuan said, "Wait for me a moment."

Ji Xingchuan's own desk is cleaned up, with a row of light blue folders on the left, two small potted plants and a box of Longjiao San lozenges on the right.

On the desktop of the computer is a submitted paper received by the college journal, annotated by Ji Xingchuan to Mr. Guo's ghostwritten review comments--

"The research topic is too innovative and the experiments chosen are not sufficiently supportive; it is recommended that it be submitted to a science fiction journal instead."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"Huh, Fang Zhiran," came a female voice from by the office door.

Fang Zhiran looked up and watched the leggy stack of books walk in.

Oh, no, it's Gan Wanhe, Bo's first-year sister, moving around with a mountain of printouts in her arms.

"I'll do it." He got up and moved the pages from Gan Wanhe's hands, "Where do I put them?"

"Just put it by the window." Gan Wanhe sat down at the table and gasped loudly, "I'm exhausted, halfway through the move, the hair band broke, I really wanted to throw it away on the spot, but it's my own foot that's smashing."

Her dark hair was loose and spread messily all over her shoulders.

"Is there anyone in the lab at this moment, I am going to find two wires ......" Gan Wanhe was in the middle of saying this, when a white and slender hand reached out in front of him.

In the palm of Fang Zhiran's hand lie two hair bands and several u-shaped hair clips.

Gan Wanhe removed the hairpin and quickly tied up her hair, then took the bobby pins to fix the broken hair, "It's complete!"

"It should be." Fang Zhiran said proudly.

As a mature cosplayer who often goes out on location, carrying around a hairpin and a small pin is an obsession that is carved into your bones.

"Should I? Wow, does Fang Zhiran have a girlfriend? So thoughtful, he carries it around with him." Gan Wanhe said, "That's right, Fang Zhiran is so good looking, there must be a lot of people chasing after him."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

No, you shut up.

"After what?" By the office door, Ji Xingchuan stood with a laptop for who knows how long.

"After you." Gan Wanhe said, "The information you asked me to help print is too thick."

"Thanks." Ji Xingchuan said, "I'll lend you my sample-making furnace for two more days."

"The two of you are the regenerative parents of this cow horse." Gan Wanhe took the hairpin and cheerfully pushed the door away, "Call me again if you need anything, I'll do all the dirty work."

The corner of Fang Zhiran's mouth twitched.

"Senior." He said, "A small thing like printing materials, you can call me next time."

"Such a small thing." Ji Xingchuan said, "It's too simple in case you get bored."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Is this about last night?

"This is for you." Ji Xingchuan pushed the notebook in front of his eyes, "Look at it."

The notes, surprisingly, are fully handwritten, and document everything from the choice of research topic to the hypothesis to every experiment that was done.

Fang Zhiran swept a few eyes, a few specialized terms are a bit familiar, this is ...... Ji Xingchuan last night sent him the research notes of that paper.

"That's probably the idea." Ji Xingchuan said, "You do that group meeting report, and you can pick the literature you're interested in and follow that line of thinking."

"Oh ...... good." Fang Zhiran said.

He took his senior's notebook and put it solemnly in his book bag.

Halfway through his thought, he opened his mouth to patch himself up.

"Shifu." He said.

Ji Xingchuan, who is continuing to type review comments: "Senior?"

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"I don't have a girlfriend." Fang Zhiran emphasized, "Absolutely, there is no intention to fall in love during graduate school, will study hard."

Ji Xingchuan's typing hand paused.

The boy was hanging his head, his light brown frontal hair hanging down, his tightly pursed mouth pressed at the corners, and he looked like the person was still a little chagrined.

Ji Xingchuan was about to say there's no such thing here when the boy spoke again--

Fang Zhiran : "Hair circle is ...... my mom put in my pocket for fear that I'm homesick, let me see things."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

He waved his hand, signaling people to get out.

Fang Zhiran slipped away with his notebook.

The door to the office closed, and Ji Xingchuan sat momentarily in a loose position, laughing softly several times.

This little master is a bit of fun.

He scanned the screen of his cell phone, where there was a new message from his cousin-

[Slurping]: Brother! I've come to bring you joy.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: No, get out.

[tsk tsk]: qaq brother is so relentless!

[tsk]: do you want to go to c-city, clear light culture is hosting a comic convention in c-city on Saturday, the special guest at the game promotion booth is snowflakes teacher hey!

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Saturday?

[tsk]: Yeah! It was just announced, for you to see.

Cousin sent in the official announcement released by the mcn agency.

@ClearLightCulture: Come and meet Mr. Snowflakes at the exhibition on Saturday. @Winter Snowflakes

Comments section -

@BuyValleyDu Changes Seaview: Didn't it say Sunday before? What's the change?

@HobbiesCountlessWalletsEmpty: Have you communicated with our little Snowflakes yet?

@BottleBottle (semi-retired circle only Snowflakes edition): should be good? The official announcement is out. Yay, I'm going stamp collecting with Mr. Snowflakes on Saturday!

Ji Xingchuan's gaze swept over the text in the comments section, and the peak of his eyebrows lifted lightly.

[tsk tsk]: brother are you going brother, even though it's a boy, the face is super absolute.

[Slurping]: Let's see it in person?

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: In person? That's not necessary.

[tsk]: also. There is beauty that exists only on the line. Brother Xie, I have realized!

-

First year physics students do have evening classes once a week.

Fang Zhiran weighed the notebook in his hand and thought to himself, "I still have a little bit of thinking.

He found a corner and chatted with his friend Su Jia while the teacher wasn't there.

[F]: My dream love flows hemp, get it for me yet?

[F]: If you can't, raise it to 600 I can.

[ Su Jia ]: No, I asked half of it, the seller is off the shelves.

[ Su Jia ]: Said it's your good friend's own price, 2,000 bucks to collect.

[F]: ......

[F]: Grief, another step away from winter teachers.

[ Su Jia ]: advise you to wake up, according to the rumor, most of those with good voices are fat, and your family's winter teacher is never out of the picture.

[F]: I'm sober, I can take the test. I'll just listen to the voices, and in the meantime, I'll coddle all the characters that Mr. Winter has been paired with.

The phone vibrated, a call came in, it was someone from the mcn agency, he went out of the classroom to take the call.

"Snowflakes," said the person from mcn Clear Light Culture, "I'm sorry, but there's been a change in the schedule for the Comic-Con in C-City on Sunday, so I'll put it on Saturday for you."

"Huh? Not on Saturday." He said, "I have something."

"Just coordinate, what's more important than Comic-Con?" The other said.

Fang Zhiran: "Yes."

Group meeting and my dog's life.

"The itinerary has already been announced." The other person said, "If you don't come, what about all the fans who are looking forward to you?"

"Whoever announces it runs it." Fang Zhiran said, "Did you ask me for my opinion on the temporary change of schedule?"

He's a freshman and more of a debriefer, not very good at taking time off from group meetings.

"Don't be angry, it's my fault." The other party's voice softened, "I'll ask again, and you ask too, and we'll both see if we can coordinate. It's just, Snowflakes, if we change the official announcement now, the fans won't be happy, we'd better go to Comic-Con on Saturday."

The phone hung up.

Fang Zhiran looked at his cell phone, the group of their subject group was quite lively tonight.

Gan Wanhe, a senior sister, opened the door to buy snacks for Saturday's group meeting and was asking everyone what they would like to eat.

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[Boichi Gan Wanhe]: Saturday group meeting Lao Guo is not physically present, buy more snacks and drive leisurely.

[Mr. Guo]: But my spirit is in the group. Grimace.jpg

The corner of Fang Zhiran's mouth curled.

After a while, a new message popped up in the group-

[Ms. Guo]: Hey, why don't we move the group meeting to Sunday? Do you think that's okay?

[Boichi Gan Wanhe]: I'm on call.

The people in the group in turn all said yes.

[R.S. Pan Xu]: I don't care, whatever. What's the matter, Lao Guo? Where are you going?

[Ms. Guo]: It's not me! It's Ji Xingchuan.

[Ms. Guo]: He just told me that he's been under a lot of pressure from studying lately and wants to go home to see his mom and come back on Sunday. grin.jpg

[R.S. Pan Xu]: Seriously, he's had his day.

"Pan Xu" withdrew a message.

[R.S. Pan Xu]: Brother Ji, get some rest.

[Ms. Guo]: Fang Zhiran, @R&D1 Fang Zhiran, is it in?

[Mr. Kuo]: What do you think?

Fang Zhiran: "......"

The man has something to do and what a lousy excuse.

But--

[Mr. Kuo]: Or do you prefer Saturday?

[RL1 Fang Zhiran]:I picked Sunday for the group meeting, and Saturday ...... Well, it also stirred up my homesickness. SoybeanTears.jpg