Chapter 8: 08 Control Skills, Trigger

Ji Xingchuan slowly put a question mark in the comments section.

Then refreshing, more question marks popped up in the comments section.

@Poke me to see Absolute Gummy: Just get used to it. Lighting a cigarette.jpg, don't laugh at him, that's what happens when you don't separate your work number from your surf number.

@yellowcow don't dip my secondary: new powder report, laugh me to death, this teacher on line this painting style ah. This job is no one he cares about?

@MobileWarriorDriver: who knows, @ClearLightCulture, this mcn is no good.

@Photo-Lynn: Still studying hard, what? It's been wild for so long, you want to set up a school bully persona for everyone?

Good price for the Lin Qin sound-emitting keychain (bundled list required): Small Snowflakes, a passionate citizen! You're famous and you want to treat me as an outsider?

@WinterLittleSnowflakes replied to @GoodPriceOut Lin Qin sound-activating keychain (bundle list required): collect keychain, I'm a student, give me the package.

@good price for Lin Qin sound-emitting keychain (bundle list required): mad, this hero is so hard to play, you like it?

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

Lao Guo may have been overly concerned, but Fang Zhiran has had a good life.

However, he wouldn't mind taking Fang Zhiran along for the ride.

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The lights in the dormitory have been turned off, and Fang Zhiran is lying in bed, messaging with his buddies.

[F]: Collected a vocal keychain, heh heh.

[F]: The bundles fill in your address.

[Su Jia]:.

[ Su Jia ]: Thank you, Valley Eater. The bundles of stuff you collect alone are enough to keep me clothed and fed.

[ Su Jia ]: Have you solved your secondary skin falling off yet? So happy?

[F]: intends to address the person who found the problem. Carnival.jpg, knife.jpg

[ Su Jia ]:...... Good luck to you Sifu.

With a snap, the lights in the dormitory came back on.

Fang Zhiran covered his eyes with the quilt, it was his roommate who came back.

"Hey, you're back!" He asked.

"Going out for a meeting is really tiring me out." Roommate He Xuyang pushed his suitcase, "I brought you some specialties from L city, you can eat them tomorrow."

"It just happens to be poor at the end of the month, thanks for the help." Fang Zhiran said.

"So sweet?" He Xuyang placed a few bags of snacks on his table, "You do need to eat more, you're too skinny."

Fang Zhiran: "It's okay."

He didn't feel skinny, just slightly less bony.

He Xuyang is tired as a dog after a long journey, but his enthusiasm to meet his roommate is not low at all.

"You watched the basketball game yesterday, didn't you?" He Xuyang asked, "That three-pointer at the end was so beautiful, it saved the day."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

I didn't watch the ballgame, and only caught up on five new releases this week.

Two groups of guys wailing for a ball, which is not as hot as a high school kid saving the world.

"Tomorrow night, we're going to have a dinner and sing at a karaoke bar, are you going?" He Xuyang asked. He Xuyang asked, "Last time, my sister said, Fang Zhiran is so pretty, he must be a good singer too."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Fang Zhiran will scare you with his singing.

Fang Zhiran only sings sweet songs from anime, and then gives you a couple of meta otaku dances.

So he said, "Unfortunately, I can't go, my senior brother asked me to help out in the lab tomorrow."

"Who is it, Ji Xingchuan?" He Xuyang said, "Damn."

He Xuyang ："Bullying the first year of study is not a skill, if you have the ability to bully the mentor ah."

He Xuyang went to wash up, and the sound of clattering water came from the bathroom.

It's time to go to bed, and Fang Zhiran flips out his headphones and opens his playlist--

Winter Teacher - Lin Qin Sleeping Audio

Winter - Character Battle Voice

Winter - Radio Storytelling

......

Winter - Sleeping with a sickly teenager's voice until you can't sleep at all.

Winter - Teaching Vocal Techniques

Winter - Character Battle Damage Low Breath High Sound Quality Ultimate Enjoyment

Winter-Audiobook

Which of Mr. Winter's cards are we going to flip today?

He picked through thousands of audio clips, chose a favorite radio drama segment, and clicked play.

A good night's sleep.

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Early the next morning, Fang Zhiran opened his eyes and had a silly grin on his face.

That's a good dream!

Dreamy Winter Sensei had a personal meeting and wrote him 10 TO signatures.

If it weren't for the fact that he had something to do today and he was in a hurry to meet his senior, he would have wanted to fall back and go back to dreaming up another sequel and ask Mr. Winter if he could draw an extra piece of Snowflakes.

He flamed out of bed, washed up, changed into a black sweatshirt that looked as good as it was well-behaved, and put on his own black-rimmed glasses.

Okay, no PLAY today, just cos good students.

He took a slice of bread in his mouth and rushed all the way out of the dormitory to the graduate building of the School of Physics.

Ji Xingchuan has arrived and is changing into his lab coat.

Fang Zhiran has seen the lab coats of other seniors, all of which are more or less dusty, but only his brother's looks spotless.

"You come so early, this point ...... Lao Guo over there is the middle of the night." Ji Xingchuan said, "Wait until the evening, he can only have a group meeting with us, you first come to the lab to give me a hand?"

"Yeah." Fang Zhiran said.

I just happened to be close enough to keep an eye on Sifu to see if he had a tight mouth.

"Aren't you cold? Wear this much." Ji Xingchuan asked.

The temperature plummeted today, and early in the morning, Ms. Yu Jin of their family sent him the weather forecast for the last two days, circling the temperature in particular for him to pay attention to.

"Okay." Fang Zhiran said.

We cosplayers, all of us anti-seasonal warriors, got used to it a long time ago.

"This is for you to drink." Ji Xingchuan grabbed a carton of hot milk from the microwave and handed it to him, "I'll go find you a lab coat."

"Oh ......" Fang Zhiran froze and took it.

Just before Ji Xingchuan left, Pan Xu entered the office.

"Shit, I've got a cold, it's hard." Pan Xu urned, "Hey, where's Ji Xingchuan? I came to ask him for some throat lozenges, he seems to have a lot."

"You go next door to the pharmacy lab and ask your roommate to dispense one for you, the kind that will cure you." Ji Xingchuan's voice came through the door.

"Medicine to life, right." Pan Xu shudders, "The last time I had a hard time eating, I went to him for a prescription and he said I wasn't sick according to the textbook."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"See if you can wear this." Ji Xingchuan carried over a white lab coat.

Fang Zhiran : "What can or can't this be, set on ......"

Oooh, it's a little long.

"Let's go to the lab manager on a weekday and buy new ones." Pan Xu said, "How about wearing mine? We're about the same height."

He opened the cupboard and lifted out of it a large piece of white stuff that looked suspiciously like a rag.

Fang Zhiran took a step back, "I'm going to wear Shifu's."

His senior's lab coat seemed like it hadn't been washed very long, and it smelled clean and nice.

"Lab coats, just work well, don't want to look good." After being rejected, Pan Xu didn't get angry, and instead, he went to Ji Xingchuan's desk with his butt, "Where are the throat lozenges, how about a few?"

"Does this work well?" Fang Zhiran cocked his head.

"I think it's pretty good." Pan Xu said, "Before the sore throat, he gave me a, relief a lot. After that, whenever my throat is uncomfortable, I come to steal ...... oh no, come to beg."

Fang Zhiran : "Oh ......"

[Hello dear winter teacher, I seem to have found a nice lozenge. [Pictures]]

[Betting on my senior brother's life to assure you that it's absolutely good.]

[If you see this one, you can try it. Thumbs Up.jpg]

"A little winter Snowflakes who gets weak in the knees at the sound of your voice.

Fang Zhiran finished sending a private message to the Winter Radio message board, tilted his head back with bravado, and gulped down the hot milk his brother had given him.

Here comes the new cowhorse from the lab.

The physics school at the University of A is rich and powerful, with huge laboratories and lots of equipment to buy.

Pan Xu sighs as he walks, "Everything here is worth more than my life."

"This one too?" Fang Zhiran pointed to the broom in the doorway.

Pan Xu: "......"

"Pan Xu, have you finished collecting your graduation data?" Ji Xingchuan asked.

"No." Pan Xu leaves in disgrace.

"Some of the equipment is shared by several subject groups, and there is a schedule on the door." Ji Xingchuan introduces to his junior, "Be safe, you can't blow up the lab."

Fang Zhiran: "......" not so much.

"You'll be my little assistant, and I'll guarantee your safety." Ji Xingchuan said, "However, if you find any unidentified experimental materials left behind by other subject groups in the lab, make sure not to touch them."

"Senior." Fang Zhiran raised his hand, pointing to the corner, "What's that group of zombies?"

Ji Xingchuan was unusually silent for two seconds.

"That's not a zombie, it's Mr. Qian's student." Ji Xingchuan said.

Fang Zhiran: "Oh."

I've heard about it before.

My roommate said that this Mr. Qian sucked in class, but he was good at squeezing students, and he sent out a lot of papers.

Qian Men's graduate students often work in the lab until the wee hours of the morning, but the results of their dissertations go to their supervisors.

Fang Zhiran silently looked at the corner, where the students looked like wandering souls whose essence had been drained.

On the contrary, on their division's side, everyone seemed to be in pretty good shape, especially his senior brother Ji, who was as handsome as a male star who could step into the spotlight at any time.

"Why don't you help me with the samples here, and I'll go keep an eye on the test data of the new material, okay?" Ji Xingchuan asked him.

"It doesn't matter." Fang Zhiran said.

Ji Xingchuan swept him a glance, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

The young master was bowing to his fate so quickly that he was already too lazy to play nice with him.

The morning flew by.

The sleeves of his lab coat are quite long, and Fang Zhiran has folded them up several times.

As he mechanically tapped on the experimental samples, he played a fandango in his head, changing the main character to himself and acting it out in his head as hard as he could.

"RL1's?" A voice landed in his ear.

He stopped, looked up, and saw an unfamiliar senior.

It seems to be part of the wave of zombies under Mr. Qian.

"Something wrong?" He asked.

"Help me with this one too." The senior said, "Do more work in the first year to grow your experience so you can send out papers later."

Fang Zhiran: "?"

"I have no shortage of papers." Fang Zhiran said.

The other person's tone sank a bit, "Which teacher's student are you?"

Fang Zhiran : "Not your teacher's anyway."

Ji Xingchuan had just finished measuring the material and was walking back with a data sheet when he saw his little brother talking to someone from afar.

He didn't make a sound, but went that way, just in time to hear the senior saying--

"Research into the laboratory is a miscellaneous ah, I have been doing three years, you come to graduate school, how can you eyes no work."

Fang Zhiran : "Doing odd jobs for three years and still so proud, you shouldn't go to graduate school, you should go to the janitorial exam."

A senior: "...... you!"

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

Ji Xingchuan pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly.

"Qin Fan, don't bully him." Ji Xingchuan voiced, "He doesn't have to do any of this."

"Ah, Senior Ji." The other party froze.

"My own master's brother, keep it for myself." Ji Xingchuan said, "Don't bring your master's ways to me."

"Okay, okay, Senior Ji, sorry." The other party's attitude was much better when it came to this school god that everyone in the academy knew about.

Ji Xingchuan took the bag of processed samples from his junior apprentice, probably to prove that he was not out of work, Fang Zhiran did his job quite seriously and over-delivered.

Pan Xu laughed loudly when he left the lab.

"Hahahahaha their division's old bullies." Pan Xu said, "The year I first came here, I got sticker-faced too."

"Fang Zhiran has given me my revenge." Pan Xu said.

"He deserved it." Fang Zhiran said.

These two sang in unison, causing Ji Xingchuan to glance over a bit.

"Can you two keep your voices down." Ji Xingchuan said, "I asked you two to do an experiment, and you two came to sing?"

Pan Xu slipped away.

Fang Zhiran sobered up, glanced sheepishly at the door, and drew his legs ready to slip away.

"Fang Zhiran." Ji Xingchuan said, "Wait for me."

Fang Zhiran pretends to be deaf and continues to sneak.

"Teacher Snowflakes." Ji Xingchuan called the roll, "Stop."

Snowflakes Teacher: "......"

Snowflakes teacher is instantly locked in and can't move.