Professor, your turtle!

"Ji Fan?" Xu Haifan was taken aback.

Ji Fan supported the table and took a deep breath, shook his head, and said, "What did you just say?"

"Oh," Xu Haifan was distracted, picked up the photo album and dangled it, "Are all your relatives here? I didn't find it..."

"No way." Ji Fan took the photo album and found a tall, thin young man with glasses, "Is it him? My uncle's son, graduated from University T, and is studying for a Ph.D. in country A."

"No." Xu Haifan shook his head and denied with a glance.

"what about this?"

"No," Xu Haifan said, "That person is much prettier than them." He squinted his eyes and thought about it for a moment, then struggled, "If I have to say...he looks a lot like you."

"If I didn't know that you only have an older sister, I would have thought it was your own brother, hahaha." He gestured twice, "The outline of the nose is very similar, but the eyes are a little more slender, and the chin is not as sharp as yours."

Ji Fan: "...Should I thank you for complimenting me on my handsomeness?" He put away the photo album and said, "That may be distant relatives overseas. My dad hasn't seen them for a long time. There are no photos at home."

"Is that so..." Xu Haifan lengthened his tone in disappointment.

"When my dad comes back, can I ask for you?"

Xu Haifan thanked him, got up to say goodbye, and hurriedly sneaked out of Ji's house while Ms. Chen Youqing was making a video call to the laboratory.

Seeing him running away in a hurry from the window, Ji Fan couldn't help but smile, then locked the door and lay back on the bed, and opened the pet egg.

The nose was filled with the familiar smell of water, Ji Fan opened the mung bean eyes that belonged to the tortoise, and looked at the narrow dormitory again.

When he came back this time, he only felt that many problems in his mind had been solved easily.

For example, the room where it is always daytime at all times; the abnormally low temperature; and the tightly sealed windows in the living room...

Everything is weird, but if they are in Antarctica, then everything makes sense.

For example, the high-standard diesel mentioned by Fu Mingyuan is not commonly used in daily life, but it is the most common high-efficiency fuel in Antarctic scientific research stations.Most of the goods sold in the mall are also prepared for long-term settlement in extreme environments.

As for the sunburn on Mr. Fu's face... Ji Fan glanced at the not so strong sunlight behind the blackout curtain.

Due to the oblique sunlight, the Antarctic light intensity is actually very weak.However, due to the thin atmosphere, which cannot block ultraviolet rays, and the reflection of snow, although the light is not strong, it is particularly easy to damage the skin.

Thinking of this, Ji Fan moved his paws, swam out of the water soundlessly, and looked at the bed through the glass.

Fu Mingyuan lay curled up on his side, without a blindfold, with one hand hanging by the bed, as if he was fast asleep.The little jar of after-sun lotion was lying on the bedside table.

Ji Fan rolled his eyes, this seemed like a good opportunity.

Once raw and second cooked, he quietly climbed out of the water tank.

Fu Mingyuan's changed clothes were piled up on the back of the chair, and Ji Fan randomly picked a shirt and put it on.The baggy clothes happened to cover the thighs, barely enough to keep out the cold.

Ji Fan half knelt beside the bed, took the ointment jar, and wiped out a small lump of ointment.This thing is milky white, and when heated on the fingertips, it melts slightly and turns into a translucent fat.

He was worried that the cold temperature of the ointment would wake him up, so he covered it for a while until it warmed up in his palm.Taking a deep breath, Ji Fan raised his hand tremblingly, and wiped the half-dissolved ointment on Fu Mingyuan's forehead.

His movements were very light and slow, and the other party did not wake up.

From the forehead, to the tip of the nose, and then to the cheeks...Suddenly, Ji Fan felt the eyelashes trembling slightly in the palm of his hand.

Before he could react, a slender and powerful hand raised and firmly squeezed his wrist.

Ji Fan: "!!!"

He stiffly maintained the posture of blindfolding the opponent's eyes, his palms were itchy, and with a sweep of his eyelashes, it was Fu Mingyuan who opened his eyes.

The room was quiet, Ji Fan's heart was beating like thunder, and he felt blood rushing up all over his body.

In the middle of sleeping, Fu Mingyuan suddenly found that there was an extra person in the room, but Fu Mingyuan was very calm.He didn't pull away his hand immediately, paused for a moment, and said lightly: "Is it you?"

"..."

"The curry rice last time was also you, right?"

Ji Fan opened his mouth to explain, but unexpectedly, he couldn't make a sound.

Although he has changed into a human form, his vocal organs still seem to be in the shape of a tortoise, with hooting noises in his throat, but he can't even utter a complete sentence.

"Why don't you talk?" Fu Mingyuan's fingers pinching his wrist suddenly tightened, and he rubbed it gently.

Ji Fan was taken aback, as if a fire had ignited where his skin touched.

Fu Mingyuan couldn't look at him, but smiled firmly: "It's you." He remembered that the wrist he grabbed in his sleep seemed to be exactly this width, and his skin was soft and cool, with a faint smell of water.

"Heh," he slowly but could not refuse Ji Fan's hand that blocked his view, with a low voice, "Who are you?"

Ji Fan pursed his lips and remained silent, trembling nervously.

Fu Mingyuan raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

The young man in front of him looked gentle and handsome, he was wearing his shirt naked, two slender legs were exposed at the hem, and they were put together in embarrassment.

The shirt was wet, and the thin fabric became transparent, sticking to the body, outlining a beautiful arc.

——If you change places, it will probably be a beautiful scene.But at the moment, neither of them had such thoughts.

Under the scrutiny of the other party, Ji Fan finally moved. He raised his free left hand, pointed to his throat with difficulty, and waved his hand again.

"You can't talk?" Fu Mingyuan immediately responded.

Ji Fan nodded, trying to pull back the wrist that was pinched by him.

Fu Mingyuan really let go of him, and said in a low voice: "So it's a little mute." There was a smile in his voice, not a malicious mockery, but an intimacy, as if teasing.

Ji Fan's face was burning red, and he glared at him angrily.

There was some water in the waxy black eyes, and it was indescribably attractive when angry, Fu Mingyuan was stunned, turned his gaze away, and said, "Let me introduce, my surname is Fu."

Ji Fan blinked, and saw Fu Mingyuan pull out a note from the bedside drawer and hand it to him together with the ballpoint pen.

"Can you write? Your name?"

Ji Fan paused for a moment, nodded, and wrote "Ji Fan" stroke by stroke.

Who knows, Fu Mingyuan frowned and looked at it for a long time, and said slowly, "Little... turtle?" He asked in surprise, "'Little turtle'? Is that your name?"

Ji Fan: "..." He shook his head violently, grabbed the pen and wrote another paragraph, but in Fu Mingyuan's eyes, there were still only those three words.

Ji Fan frowned in embarrassment. As long as the name was involved, no matter what he wrote, the last thing Fu Mingyuan could see would always be "Little Turtle".

Could it be that the system interfered with his cognition?

Ji Fan suddenly remembered that when the system asked him to enter his name at the beginning, he seemed to be unable to customize the input, and finally entered the three words "Little Turtle" forcibly.

Fu Mingyuan was keenly aware of the strangeness, and said, "You have another 'name'."

nod.

"But can't say it?"

Almost, Ji Fan continued to nod, looking at him eagerly.

"...It's not a big deal." Seeing that he was a little lost, Fu Mingyuan raised his hand stiffly, hesitated for a moment, then lightly landed on his head, and rubbed it like a pet.

Under the dim and ambiguous light, the joints of the five fingers were distinct, and the soft black hair was inserted through the fingertips, creating a stark contrast. Suddenly, his kneading movements stopped.

Fu Mingyuan said lightly: "I'm only asking you. You..." His subordinates suddenly exerted force, forcing Ji Fan to raise his face, and half-forced to meet his gaze.

Those phoenix eyes are playfully raised, their color is deep black, and they feel extremely oppressive, as if they can penetrate people's hearts with just one glance.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Are you my...Little turtle?"

Ji Fan clasped the edge of the bed with both hands, and looked at him with wide eyes, his heart beating violently.