Chapter 7: 07 Won't you cry?

[Hello dear winter teacher, by the time you read this, a secondary citizen will have painfully lost his real name.]

[Forgive me for thinking of you here as a tree hole again, but you haven't been on this station in a year and a half anyway. funny.jpg]

In Ji Xingchuan's passenger seat, Fang Zhiran crackles and types--

[C city, my heartbreak.]

[Trees need skin, I have no face.]

[Ooohhhh I'm so embarrassed.]

[No wonder you're keeping your third dimension identity so tightly covered!]

[I hope what happened to me doesn't happen to you.]

[I'm going to climb the wall if you don't come back to the radio and pick up some work. Rabbit Hits Big Wall.jpg]

[Wishing you healthy vocal cords.]

[ - Always love your voice @Winter's Little Snowflakes.]]

Fang Zhiran logged out of his account after his winter radio rant.

There's a new message on the phone--

[mcn晴灯文化- Li Li]: Snowflakes, how come the live recording of your homepage with the pink skirt is gone?

[mcn晴灯文化- Li Li]: I see that it is close to the point, the praise will point to 50 w, are going to fire out of the circle, how to delete?

[F]: Me and it, only one can live.

[mcn Clear Light Culture - Li Li]: ?

[mcnclearlightculture- Li Li]: then you deleted also useless ah, marketing number are moved away, the text is still "so beautiful, even if it is a man I can".

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Can you big man, do you deserve it.

"Can you lose your memory?" Fang Zhiran suddenly looked up and asked the person beside him.

"What do you think, Mr. Snowflakes?" Ji Xingchuan asked rhetorically.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Snowflakes, the teacher wants to give you a gavel.

The Snowflakes teacher who came out of the Comic-Con looked like he had been keyed out of his batteries, and his eyelids were getting heavy.

Ji Xingchuan When he turned his head again, a certain hot ant had already bowed to fate-

Fang Zhiran fell asleep.

He's a very active person, but when he's asleep, he's very quiet.

After removing their makeup, the boys' faces are extraordinarily clean, and they look so well behaved compared to their bright faces with makeup.

The light from the streetlamps shone through the car window on the boy's face, and the shadow of the clusters of eyelashes at the end of his eyes was bordered by a not-so-obvious mole of tears.

Thinking of the boys' expressions and slightly reddened ears as they were about to die on the spot just now, Ji Xingchuan almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

It's not a long drive from C City back to S City.

Two hours later, Fang Zhiran opened his eyes sharply and saw the door of the University of A. He was so happy to see him.

"Thank you, Senior." He finished dryly and got out of the car carrying his large bag.

The cosplayer who goes out without logistics looks like this, holding it all together by himself.

"Dropped one." His senior said from behind, "Let me get it for you."

Fang Zhiran: "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Good man, Sifu.

"Is it heavy?" He turned his head politely.

"Okay." Ji Xingchuan, who was holding a cat's tail, said.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

He snatched up the tail and choked it into his handbag.

"Huh, Fang Zhiran," came a voice, "Huh, Brother Ji, why are you guys here? Did you two come to school together?"

Instantly, Fang Zhiran pulled himself together.

Yes, at the moment only Elder Brother knows that he's an overly perky cosplayer behind his back.

But as long as he didn't say anything, and Elder Brother didn't say anything, the matter was a secret forever.

Mischief struck him, and his gaze drifted to the knot of his senior's throat.

Is it a good idea to drug your brother dumb?

Fang Zhiran shows a villainous grin.

Ji Xingchuan was about to reply to Pan Xu's words when he suddenly felt the gaze of his junior apprentice brother.

The boy pressed the corners of his mouth slightly, his gaze clear and fixed on him, watery as if he had weeping ruffled eyes from an anime.

Ji Xingchuan's throat twitched slightly.

"I ran into him not far from the school and gave him a ride." Ji Xingchuan said.

"Ohhhh, so." Pan Xu says, "I'm off to the lab then, we'll see you in group tomorrow, bye."

Pan Xu leaves with his computer, and Fang Zhiran breathes a sigh of relief.

It worked, and Elder Brother helped him keep the secret under his threat.

There is always a way out. Just keep an eye on your brother.

"Senior." He swore to the heavens, "I promise my hobby won't interfere with my studies, so please don't tell anyone."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

It was getting late and neither had any intention of going to the lab at this time.

Fang Zhiran pushed his small suitcase along with Ji Xingchuan and walked in the direction of the dormitory.

"Cosplay, is ...... role playing." Fang Zhiran tried to explain, "It's, wanting to be closer to your favorite character, so dressing up as the character."

Just ...... I don't particularly want to wear a little dress either lah.

He didn't want to explain.

It had come to this, and in his senior brother's mind, he might as well have been a Chihuahua species.

His senior brother seemed to be about to say something when he was interrupted by the sudden ringing of his cell phone.

Fang Zhiran froze--

The caller on the cell phone screen was "Mom."

"Hello? Mom?" He picked up the phone.

"Ranran." On the other side of the phone was a woman's gentle voice.

The voice of the boy who had just been so anxious that he was on the verge of jumping out of his skin was suddenly much milder.

"Well, it's at school, with my classmates." He said, "There's studying hard and handing in homework."

The corner of Ji Xingchuan's mouth curved slightly.

This boy, wild as hell online, is as good as a bunny in front of his family.

"Uh, yeah, the monthly test scores were very good." Fang Zhiran said, "The teacher said that when we have the next parent-teacher conference, we should praise you for teaching well."

Ji Xingchuan frowned lightly.

There's no such thing as a parent-teacher conference, let alone for graduate students, or even for undergraduates, is there?

The boy who answered the phone was oblivious: "Yes, I got a perfect score in math, and physics too, so when it's time for the college entrance exams, I'm sure I'll get into that college you like, Mom."

Ji Xingchuan thoroughly realized something was wrong and turned his head to look at the boys.

"Rest early." Fang Zhiran said, "Remember to take your medicine on time and take care of yourself."

The phone hung up.

The smile on the boy's face faded a bit.

Probably knowing that this conversation is really a bit wrong, he explained himself, "It's my mom, she ...... doesn't have a good memory and always thinks I'm still in middle school."

Ji Xingchuan faintly hmmm, did not ask more questions.

The two separated at the bottom of the dormitory, and Fang Zhiran leaped up the stairs.

When he answered the phone just now, there seemed to be a Twitter special attention alert on his phone, something he missed not looking at today.

And his special attention is only winter alone!

He rushed into his room and opened Twitter.

@Winter (in retreat): I had the pleasure of participating in a guest dubbing of the TV series "Falling on the Sea" today, and I'm honored to have worked with all of you. [Dubbing]

Fang Zhiran: "????"

This matching picture! It's a landmark building in C City.

The winter gods, too, are in c-town today.

Rounding up, he made the same trip as Mr. Winter!

It's not exactly taking on a new job, but it's good to see the winter teacher live a little!

The secondary loss of clothes was like a passing cloud, instantly a non-issue.

Fang Zhiran rolls around on the sheets.

-

Ji Xingchuan had just arrived at the dormitory when he received a call from Lao Guo.

"Yo, still awake?" Lao Guo asked.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

"It's nothing big, don't ask me about my thesis!" Lao Guo responded first, "I'd like to ask, Xiao Zhiran, have you brought me well?"

"Bring it." Ji Xingchuan said.

"Let me tell you something." Lao Guo said, "I wasn't going to tell you, but I'm afraid you won't help me bring up Xiao Zhiran properly."

Ji Xingchuan : "You're worrying too much."

"That's ......" Lao Guo said, "I know his undergraduate tutor, his tutor likes him a lot, but the kid had to take the test to come to s city for some reason."

Lao Guo: "That teacher told me, this child junior high school, the father owed gambling debts disappeared, the mother took the child to avoid debts, often in the middle of the night by people chasing debts, time ...... mother's mental state is not so good."

Ji Xingchuan suddenly remembered the call he heard today.

Fang Zhiran's mother ...... seems to think that her child is still stuck in middle school.

For a moment, the boy's clean, clear eyes seemed to come back to him.

"Just ......" Lao Guo is also not willing to tear down someone else's sore spot, just said, "That kid is only 21 years old, sort of no one is taking care of, and his grades are still so good, you have time, just help me keep an eye on it more. "

"Got it." Ji Xingchuan said.

He hung up and sat in silence for a while.

Is Fang Zhiran, now unhappy, after having his fun at Comic-Con interrupted by himself and taking a call from home in the evening.

When they had just separated, the boys rushed up the stairs, obviously in some haste.

You didn't sneak back to cry, did you?

Quite possibly.

He thought as he clicked on Twitter, as a voice actor's Twitter and radio accounts had been run by the company on his behalf for over a year, so he searched for @Winter's Little Snowflakes using his small number.

One of the top items is a beautiful set of formula dress skirts.

The navel-baring outfit set off a supple, narrow waist.

Trumpet gave a nod of approval.

The next second, the tweet was gone.

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

He looked further down, hmmm, another top tweet, long wedding dress, that's pretty good too, encouragement, likes.

The next second, the tweet was gone as well.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

[A new tweet from @WinterSmall Snowflakes, who you follow]

@WinterLittleSnowflakes : ehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe I'm alive

Ji Xingchuan didn't even dare to like it this time, but soon the tweet was gone as well.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

[Another new tweet from @WinterSmall Snowflakes, whom you follow.]

This one has an accompanying picture that captures the desk, and a section of white wrist, and a copy of the densely written English words.

@WinterLittleSnowflakes : I love learning and learning loves me! Go soybeans.jpg