Chapter 6: 06 Can't cover the vest

In an instant, a row of "ah ah ah" whizzed past Fang Zhiran's eyes.

Help, this driver, why does he have his senior's face!

Piracy, definitely piracy.

Get out of the car. You have to get out of the car.

He was just about to step back when behind him was a cry, "Brother! I've waited long enough, I'm loaded! Ouch."

Fang Zhiran was crashed into the car.

The car door slammed shut, as if blocking his hope for life.

"Pretty bar brother, let me make a grand introduction." The middle schooler said, "This is Snow ...... ummmmmmmmm?"

Fang Zhiran was quick to interrupt and cover the junior high school student's mouth.

Middle Schooler: "?"

The middle schooler gave a thumbs up and a nod of approval with "This is cooler than booth interaction" written in his eyes.

Fang Zhiran couldn't care less about that, he looked at the man in the driver's seat with some apprehension.

"It's pretty." He heard the other man say.

This is ...... in response to the middle schooler's line? Did you not recognize it?

He was slightly relieved.

"Where to?" The other asked, "Fang Zhiran."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Ah ah ah ah ah ah, it's the original, it's Ji Xingchuan himself.

I've been called a big name in the secondary world and I'm running around naked woo hoo hoo.

For a moment, he forgot about covering his mouth.

Ji Ze was overjoyed, "Brother, so you two know each other."

The middle schooler was quite enthusiastic, and knowing that his cell phone was out of battery, he thoughtfully found him a rechargeable battery.

Fang Zhiran gave the address of the hotel, and Ji Xingchuan said he had heard it.

The phone comes back to life and turns on again.

Fang Zhiran was the first to open Su Jia's dialog box.

[F]: ahhhhhhhhh. Rabbit hitting the big wall.jpg

[ Su Jia ]: What's wrong! Did Mrs. Winter send you a separate voice?

[F]: I got caught by my senior QAQ

[F]: You know that feeling of just coming out of Comic-Con and having your big name called out?

[ Su Jia ]: Got it.

[ Su Jia ]: Toe-gripping mph, no less than the last time I sent my boss the 10,000-word limo I spawned for my cp, by mistake.

[F]: slate smashing rabbit head.jpg

[F]: rabbit with a bloody head.jpg

[ Su Jia ]: Your elder brother is not from our circle, he only thinks you have a little niche hobby at most.

[ Su Jia ]: It's not like he knows your cn (cosplayer name).

"Brother." The middle schooler spoke up, "Today's Comic-Con was a lot of fun, I just took a lot of interactive group photos over at the booth with Snow ...... Well."

Fang Zhiran backhanded a muff.

Typing continues.

[mcn晴灯文化- Li Li]: Snowflakes baby where are you?

[mcn晴灯文化- Li Li]: Sorry, I just talked to another guest teacher for a little while, where are you, I'll bring my car to find you.

[F]: No, I got into a friend's car.

[mcn晴灯文化- Li Li]: I'm very sorry, do you have any needs in the near future, the organization will try to meet them as much as possible.

[F]: I want to disappear from the Internet.

[mcn Clear Light Culture - Li Li]: ?

"Brother." The junior high school student started again, "This exhibition today is enough to renew my life for a while, I will learn ...... well in the future."

Pop, cover your mouth.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Oh, it's "learning," not "snow."

Fang Zhiran, the grass is greener!

Ji Xingchuan drove the car outside an upscale neighborhood.

"Go down." He said.

"Wooooooo brother." Ji Ze couldn't leave, "I'll join you, I'll walk back later, we middle schoolers lack exercise and want to try hiking for once."

Before the words left his brother's mouth, his little Snowflakes teacher pushed open the car door, picked him up, and threw him down.

Ji Ze: "......"

Throwing the colander out, Fang Zhiran patted the non-existent dust from his hands and sighed in relief.

Whatever. It's not a niche hobby.

Anyway, Elder Brother has seen the hair band he carries around and has picked up the delivery of his little dress for him.

A cosplayer is just a cosplayer. It's better than being treated like a pervert.

There are so many cosplayers, it's not like Shifu knows what his ring name is.

Justification just came back to him.

"Senior, just drop me off in front of the hotel." He said, "Thanks."

The car stopped.

He looked out the car window, the hotel wasn't there, and outside was a drugstore.

"Wait for me." Ji Xingchuan said.

The car door was slammed shut.

Fang Zhiran thought for a moment between running and not running, and came to the conclusion that running was useless.

It wasn't long before Elder Brother returned, carrying a small plastic bag, pulled open the car door, and tossed the item to him.

Fang Zhiran opens the bag, which contains povidone-iodine and band-aids.

"Take care of it yourself." Ji Xingchuan said, "Doesn't it hurt?"

Fang Zhiran: "Kind of."

I didn't care.

A faint odor of iodophor wafted through the car.

Ji Xingchuan scanned the back row through the rearview mirror.

The boy was fumbling with his hands, wiping the wound on his knee with iodophor, his reddened ear peeking out from between his short silver-white hair.

So cute, why are you still in a state of shock.

And not so long ago, through the car window, boys had pinned fat men much taller than their own physique hard to the ground.

So many people passed by, so many people saw, and only Fang Zhiran stood up.

"Thank you for your concern." Fang Zhiran said dryly, "Elder brother has taken the trouble, this small injury is fine."

It's actually kind of relevant.

With a leg injury, a lot of character cos can't come out.

"Did you buy a ticket?" His senior asked him.

Fang Zhiran : "No, there's no rush, c city to s city, there are as many tickets as stars in the sky."

"Then look now, how many stars are left." Ji Xingchuan said.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

He opened the ticket-buying software.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Grass.

Who was it that bought up all the tickets.

"Still want to go back?" Ji Xingchuan asked.

Fang Zhiran said honestly, "I want to."

"Then go pack." Ji Xingchuan said, "I'll drive you."

-

At the hotel, Ji Xingchuan sits by the window, surveying the TV in boredom.

In the corner of his eye, Fang Zhiran is changing his clothes.

The boy kicked off his boots, stripped down to his cosplay shorts, and sat down on the mat, curling both of his long, snow-white legs and applying Band-Aids to himself.

The boy's silver-white wig is still on, and his makeup hasn't been removed, so Ji Xingchuan scanned it and always felt like the character's 18+ homage had shone through into reality.

Fang Zhiran, with the mentality of posing as a big loser, tended to his wounds and took off his jacket again.

Elder brother didn't look at him, but kept his eyes on the TV.

Sure enough, he was a schoolteacher who had been in the lab for a long time without accessing the Internet, and he even stared at the TV with such fascination.

What's there to see on a local TV station in c-town.

"That's it." He muttered to himself, "It's a minor injury, just take care of it, no big deal."

Fang Zhiran : "Thank you for your concern, senior brother."

"Today, we held a sizable comic convention in C city, and at the comic convention, ah, a good deed of bravery happened."

The host's voice came from the TV.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

"According to the people at the scene, the video shows this fat man who was thrown to the ground, stealing pictures of the girls under their skirts, and the person we saw as a hero was an invited guest at Comic-Con."

Fang Zhiran; "......"

"Snowflakes teacher."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

No! My cn!

"The enthusiastic netizens gave us Ai Te's homepage of Mr. Snowflakes, and we can see that Mr. Snowflakes is a beautiful person with a good heart ......"

A picture of a cosplayer flew across the TV screen.

The spirited old-fashioned boy, the little post-apocalyptic warrior in tears on the wasteland, the pretty little silver-haired teenager, and--

The cat-eared pink-haired love child who bounces around in front of the camera in a super-short skirt and does an otaku dance.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Ahhhhhhhhhh.

Is this how you thank people who have seen the light!

"Or not." Ji Xingchuan's cool voice came, "Better take care of that wound of yours, or next time you wear a little dress, it won't look good with a scar."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Help! I'm out of clothes on the internet.