Chapter 1: One Dimension 1/2

During the break, the classroom was incredibly noisy.

On the left, a group of students gathered, laughing loudly and unabashedly. The raucous laughter had yet to subside when, on the right, a new round of cheers erupted, creating a new peak in volume. They huddled together, chatting, moving desks around, and causing chaos.

“Wow, Tong Ge, did you buy the latest update?”

A male student’s eyes widened, and he reached out to grab the manga in Fan Tong’s hands.

Fan Tong quickly dodged, with a proud look on his face. “I haven’t finished reading it yet; don’t snatch.”

The male student squeezed next to him, eagerly saying, “Then let’s read it together.”

“You dare bring a manga here?”

A girl elongated the word “dare” and knocked on Fan Tong’s desk. “Just last week, Teacher Song confiscated Qing Jie’s romance novel, and it’s still the talk of the town. You’re quite bold.”

“What’s there to be afraid of? The next class is Florence’s English. She never cares about these things; she even discusses the plot with us.”

Another curious onlooker joined, stretching their necks to peek at the book. In just two seconds, they saw a character covered in blood, and their pupils constricted as they exclaimed, “Ah, is he going to meet his doom?”

Fan Tong confidently smiled, “Impossible! He has the highest combat power, and he’s so popular.”

After saying this, he beckoned with his finger and turned the page.

Unconsciously, a circle of people gathered around Fan Tong’s seat, all there to catch up on the manga.

Both boys and girls, each standing with hands behind their backs, heads lowered, were deeply engrossed, resembling the old men watching chess in the park. This corner had become the quietest spot in the class.

This manga had become popular recently, and the plot was currently at a tense and critical point, making people eager to see how it developed.

Their class had strict rules, and bringing phones into the teaching area was strictly prohibited. Fan Tong had sneakily bought the latest book during lunch, tucked it among his reference books, and successfully smuggled it back in, becoming the hero of the class’s anime and manga enthusiasts.

They quietly read a few pages. Suddenly, a girl covered her mouth and exclaimed, “So handsome.” Several boys followed with vulgar language, “Too damn handsome.”

With the combat power ceiling, a counterattack on the desolate battlefield, and a powerful move striking the enemy’s lair

With scars pressing against his brow—an ultimate damaged charm—he was so handsome that it made people collapse.

They enjoyed it so much that the group instantly became excited, applauding and shouting. Fan Tong couldn’t help but join in the chaos, wishing he could run a few laps on the playground to express the overwhelming excitement in his heart.

When people immerse themselves in their own world, their perception of the outside world becomes insensitive.

So, they were unaware that the classroom was now like a city experiencing a power outage, with deathly silence spreading rapidly from the front door to the back window.

When the classroom suddenly fell into complete silence, this group of anime and manga enthusiasts in the corner remained oblivious, still enthusiastically engrossed in their emotions.

Fan Tong continued to chant, “Continue, continue,” preparing to turn the page.

The girl next to him was still saying, “Have you seen the ceiling of the combat power of Mr. Octopus’s cosplay? In this scene of battle damage, we definitely need to make a set. He must recognize our enthusiasm.”

Before she could finish speaking, everyone watched in shock as a hand pressed down on the page Fan Tong was about to turn.

A large hand belonging to an adult male covers the entire manga book. The long index finger spanned three panels, perfectly pressing onto the handsome face of the combat power ceiling.

Due to the force, faint blue veins protruded on the back of the hand.

The last noisy corner of the classroom suddenly fell silent at this moment, and the entire class plunged into complete quietness.

Song Fuzhi casually glanced at the black-and-white lines of the manga, showing no change in expression. With a flick of his finger, he closed the book, took it in his hand, and turned back.

Throughout the process, not a single person spoke.

Song Fuzhi walked to the platform, turned around, and the bell for the next class rang just in time.

Teacher Song stood upright, wearing a fitted black sweater that outlined his masculine figure. The exposed segment of his arm was well-toned, exuding a sense of strength, indicating regular exercise.

The golden sunlight slanted across him, adding an indescribable tenderness.

Even if students didn’t like him, they had to admit that Teacher Song was a handsome man.

When Song Fuzhi was recruited by the middle school at the age of 25, he was a young talent with a handsome face, broad shoulders, and long legs. No matter which teacher or leader saw him, their eyes lit up, praising him with a smile and saying, “Really handsome.”

Six or seven years had passed. Fellow teachers who joined the school with him had almost turned into old monsters due to the mischief of the unruly students. However, Song Fuzhi miraculously remained unaffected, becoming even more handsome and mature.

Normally, a handsome teacher like him would easily get along with students, and he should be quite popular. At the very least, a few girls in the class should secretly admire his handsome face.

But at this moment, the class was quiet to the extreme, and everyone kept their heads down.

Either pretending to be seriously doing homework or busy taking out assignments from their bags, no one raised their heads to look at Song Fuzhi, all avoiding eye contact with him.

Compared to the lively and lively scene just now, it was like two different worlds.

“Mr. Zhao has something urgent, so we’re having math this class. English will be taught tomorrow during the third class in the morning.”

Song Fuzhi placed the manga on the podium, placed his phone on it, picked up his water cup, and moistened his throat.

“Bring out your monthly test papers.”

When the rustling of flipping test papers subsided, Song Fuzhi started the topic directly.

Regarding the matter of taking away the manga, Song Fuzhi didn’t mention a word, as if it had never happened.

He went through each question without skipping any, no matter how simple or difficult. Even the most unruly students behaved like chicks in Teacher Song’s class, taking notes with pens held diligently.

Halfway through the discussion of trigonometric functions, the phone screen placed on top of the manga suddenly lit up.

Song Fuzhi’s phone was always on silent during class, and even if a call came in, there was no vibration. When Song Fuzhi noticed it, the incoming call display had been flashing for a while.

Despite the long wait with no one answering, the person on the other end did not hang up.

The incoming call displayed the name of a male student—Qiao Xuyang.

Song Fuzhi saw it but ignored it, turning back to continue writing on the blackboard.

The phone flashed for a while before going black again.

After two questions, Qiao Xuyang called again.

This time, the students were busy solving problems below, so Song Fuzhi swiped the screen and hung up.

Within seconds, the other side sent a text message: “Is Brother Fuzhi in class? I hope I didn’t disturb you. A friend gave me two tickets to a special exhibition at the museum, the one that’s hard to get. Brother Fuzhi, do you want to go together?”