Chapter 4: 04 A Saturday Without a Brother

The time of the group meeting was just inexplicably changed to Sunday.

Fang Zhiran's hanging heart was caught in a net.

This senior brother, making a demon is so timely and so damn reassuring!

The teacher of the evening class, whose name is Qian, has issued a lot of papers, and the level of the class is lousy.

Drowsy from reading a PowerPoint lesson, Fang Zhiran steeled himself and began to walk away, tapping into his Twitter feed.

@WinterLittleSnowflakes : Confirmed for Saturday's Comic-Con, come catch me.

The comments come fast -

@MeTodayTen draws two gold: ahhhhh teacher, I'm going to bring handmade skittles to feed you.

@Chestnut (only online on weekends): does the teacher accept gifts? I'd like to send her a wedding dress, it would be beautiful to wear.

@SmallKinDailyDreams: mimi, taking commissions? Love you so much, hooking fingers.jpg, how much would it cost to have you for a day.

@Wanting a pair of hands that can draw: Snowflakes Teacher You know the date just fine, I'm really afraid that Harimitsu culture is taking it upon itself to make a first decision.

It's really preemptive.

This time it's a sudden burst of nostalgia from Sifu, so what about next time.

Better blow mcn's dog's head off next time, Fang Zhiran thought grumpily.

It was a boring class, but it went on for quite a long time, and by the time it was over it was nearing 10pm.

There was a night walk from the school building to the dormitory, and Fang Zhiran, bored with the walk, snapped an earphone to his head and picked a radio station that used to play in the winter.

Rounding up, it was the winter gods who were walking him through the night.

"It's dark? Don't be afraid." The voice in the headphones said, "I'll always be by your side, with you, as we move forward together."

This voice, Su De Fang Zhiran face smile deeper and deeper.

He smiled at the moon, at the shadows of the trees, and at the people around him.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Crap, there's someone around.

Under the streetlight, Ji Xingchuan is looking at him sideways.

The bemused smile on his face froze.

Fang Zhiran blushes, "Senior? When were you infested?"

"While you're interacting with the tree."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"What did you hear?" Ji Xingchuan asked, "So happy?"

"IELTS listening." Fang Zhiran says, "It's so simple you want to laugh."

Ji Xingchuan seemed to be choked by this answer and laughed softly.

That's a nice voice, Fang Zhiran thought.

But he's an ironic single pusher who only boasts of his winter teachers and never betrays them.

"Let's go, together." Ji Xingchuan said.

Fang Zhiran took off his headphones and followed behind his senior, sneaking glances at him.

Ji Xingchuan, what do you eat to grow up, so tall, I want to eat the rice from my senior brother's house.

Eyesight must be a meter eight or so, this height, not to take out cos pity.

Fang Zhiran slapped his brain and punched back his stupid occupational disease.

I wish I had Ji Xingchuan's legs, if he had that height, he could have cosplayed most of the characters that Winter Teacher has been paired with.

No, no more staring. I'm going to be treated like a pervert.

Fang Zhiran drew back his gaze and looked up at the moon.

"Going home on Saturday?" He heard Ji Xingchuan ask him.

Fang Zhiran: "Go home."

Back in my old secondary happy home, family was plentiful and the food was delicious.

Tonight, we are all homesick.

"I'll see you on Sunday, Shifu." In front of the door of the Doctor's dormitory building, he said good-naturedly, "I'm going back to the dormitory."

"See you tomorrow." Ji Xingchuan threw in the towel and left.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

-

The next afternoon, Fang Zhiran, who had just finished an English speaking class, hurriedly moved to a classroom, messaging with Pan Xu as he walked.

[F]: Pickup code 3-4-11, addressee small cumin, tail number 5050.

[F]: There will be a big thank you when it's done.

[ Pan Xu ]: thank you what, willing to serve the master brother.

[ Pan Xu ]: Send in the classroom number and I'll bring it to you on the way.

Fang Zhiran counted on his fingers, this time to receive the express message, most likely his a few months ago to participate in the group of cotton dolls shipped out.

The head of the group did not run away in the middle of the road, shipping samples did not turn over, is about to get the baby smoothly, the joy of the harvest appeared on his face.

[F]: The delivery shouldn't be too big, and it's soft to pinch.

[F]: It's my little baby.

[ Pan Xu ]: Understood. Guaranteed to be delivered to your eyeballs.

It was too good to be true. Wrapped in the love of his master's family, Fang Zhiran wiped the ends of his eyes as he touched them.

This class is a research dynamics class specifically for first-year students, with professors and associate professors of the college taking turns lecturing, specializing in the latest research trends in current domestic and international physics.

Most of the teachers love to talk about their own group's stuff, which is quite new, and Fang Zhiran loves to listen to it, and he sits in the first row, next to the knowledge.

"My friend, I didn't look at the class schedule." He asked the classmate next to him, "Which teacher is teaching this class?"

"Let's see." His classmate pulled up the class schedule and zoomed in to show him, "This one, Professor Guo Lin."

Fang Zhiran: "?"

My mentor?

Lao Guo is out of the country, so this class will have to be a study hall.

As he was thinking about it, someone stopped in front of him and a delivery bag fell from the sky and landed in front of him.

"Safely delivered." Ji Xingchuan says, "You want the little baby, sign for it, little cumin?"

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Pan Xu got plastic surgery?

No, this is his senior brother.

Such a simple job, Pan Xu ...... still looking for an outsourcing?

"Thank ...... you." He was a bit embarrassed, "Senior brother made a special trip."

"No special, I'm on my way." Ji Xingchuan said, "I'm Lao Guo's emergency substitute."

Fang Zhiran: "Huh?"

It was then that he noticed that Elder Brother was also carrying a large bag in his hand, containing the printed documents he had seen that day.

"Pass it to the back row for me." Ji Xingchuan said.

"Oh ......" Fang Zhiran reacted, sending a file to his classmate.

Ji Xingchuan walked up to the podium and lightly snapped the table, "I'm sorry, Mr. Guo is participating in a project overseas and is too busy, as his teaching assistant, I'll take over this Frontier Dynamics class today."

"I'm Ji Xingchuan, a second year Bo student." He said.

"Can I leave my contact information senior!" A girl in the class raised her hand, "In case I don't understand, I can still ask you."

There was an uproar in the class.

"It's okay." Ji Xingchuan's fingertips snapped twice on the multimedia device.

A WeChat QR code was successfully cast on the screen, and in the center of the avatar, Lao Guo grimaced with a joyful smile.

"Add it." Ji Xingchuan said, "Lao Guo likes to answer questions."

The class laughed again.

"I'll start subbing then." Ji Xingchuan knocked on the table.

Brother is a good brother, Fang Zhiran thought.

Sifu helped him with the courier and the lessons were good.

He wasn't much in the habit of taking notes, so as his ears listened, his hand probed into the drawer to rub his cotton doll.

So soft and cozy as if there was only cotton and no dolls.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

He drew out the courier bag and fixed his eyes on it.

[Name: pink/JK/uniform skirt x1, sunshine picture positive feedback send 2 yuan red packets]

Fang Zhiran: "......"

How dare I ask the physics faculty grass to carry something like this for me.

Really ...... the more I think about it, the more I feel, just now the elder brother shouted that "little Ziran" sounds like "little pervert."

After class, Fang Zhiran received a call from Su Jia.

"Fang Zhiran, did you get it? I bought you the pink checkered skirt." Su Jia said.

"Roger that." Fang Zhiran was breathless.

"For the fan benefit on Friday's live broadcast, you'll wear this." Su Jia said, "That waist and legs of yours look so good in a pink gingham dress, I'm going to make your live streaming stats lift up across the platform."

Enough, Fang Zhiran thought.

You've made it impossible for me to hold my head up in front of my senior's eyes.

Luckily, the week was almost over, and by the time Saturday rolled around, he'd be able to pop into a different city.

On Saturdays when Elder Brother is away, he's going to be happy.

-

Saturday, c city, a recording studio.

"What kind of a thing are you! You're also a good person to point fingers at my life." Ji Xingchuan was holding a script and was doing post-dubbing for a drama, his cold voice carrying a teasing tone.

"Ungrateful son." The sharp female voice next to her angrily said, "From today onwards, I'll pretend that I don't have you as my son!"

The recording stops, and Ji Xingchuan takes a sip of the warm water in his hand to moisten his throat.

"Good boy." The woman who had been so vocal a moment ago stood up and stroked him in the hair, "That's a good match for the scumbag, mom just went to her head and wanted to slap you."

Ji Xingchuan : "I have to ask, are you sure that this idea is only from the top?"

"Yu Jin-sensei, Winter-sensei." The crew knocked on the door, "Thank you both so much."

Yu Jin, a professional voice actress who has worked in countless animated films and TV shows, is Ji Xingchuan's mom.

Making up lies will be retribution, Ji Xingchuan's "Saturday Homesickness" prophecy, really by his mother a call home, let him help save the emergency help with a flat dude role.

The exact words were, "This yawn is as dead as you usually are."

After the move was over, he sat boredly outside the studio waiting for Yu Jin, and in the meantime, he opened the short video program to see what kind of fun today's big data had in store for him-

Big Data pushes in @WinterLittleSnowflakes.

It seemed to be a recorded screen from the previous day's live broadcast, with the boy wearing a top of short, light pink curls and two fluffy cat ears on his head, and what appeared to be a hotel in the background.

The camera pulls in close enough to see the nice soft shape of the boys' lips.

"What?" Snowflakes was answering the pop-up, "Look at the legs? What's there to see in the legs of a boy like me?"

That said, he stood up and stepped back a bit, allowing the camera to catch a large portion of him.

Pink gingham skirt is very short, sticking to the not-so-narrow waist, long legs straight and white, just some hidden traces of bruises on the side of the leg.

"Looking good, huh? Then you're really hungry." The corners of Snowflakes' mouth quirked up in the video, "Gonna do a nerdy dance for you?"

"Why am I wilder than usual today?" Snowflakes smiles sweetly, "The people staring at me aren't online and I'm letting myself go."

"You want to see a dress tomorrow? You're dreaming." Snowflakes said.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

The cell phone vibrated and a call came in.

"Brother." Ji Ze said, "You're in c city right, can you drive to the convention center to pick me up later, this place is really too remote."

"Take a taxi yourself." Ji Xingchuan said, "I'm busy."

"I can't get a taxi." Ji Ze said, "There are a lot of people coming to this exhibition today, so when it's over, the taxi time will definitely start at one hour."

Ji Xingchuan: "Really not available."

Ji Ze : "I have a final exam coming up, do you want to appear in my language essay, My Brother."

"Come on, you can have half of the little Snowflakes teacher I took." Ji Ze said, "But it's kind of a shame he's not wearing a dress today."

"Send the address." Ji Xingchuan got up and headed downstairs.