Chapter 15: Fifteen Dimensions

Qiao Xuyang squinted as he watched Shi Zhang leave, then turned to Song Fuzhi with a smile. “Professor Song, what does this mean? He doesn’t want you?”

Song Fuzhi seemed as if he hadn’t heard, trying to say in a calm and composed manner, “I’ve told you too many times. This is the last time.”

Qiao Xuyang grabbed the skateboard with one foot and caught it with his hand, leaning against the railing with a somewhat rogue smile. “Brother, tell me. I’m listening.”

“I’m getting married,” Song Fuzhi said. “Don’t come to me again.”

Qiao Xuyang was stunned. “Married?”

Song Fuzhi’s gaze remained indifferent.

“Who is it with?” Qiao Xuyang’s voice lowered, with a hint of disbelief. “With him?”

Song Fuzhi nodded.

After a while, Qiao Xuyang burst into laughter, and after a while, he laughed again.

When he spoke again, his voice was a bit hoarse. “So, because you want to avoid me, you’re marrying him?”

Song Fuzhi calmly said, “Don’t think too highly of yourself.”

Qiao Xuyang stared at Song Fuzhi for a moment, and he seemed to realize that Song Fuzhi was not joking.

“With someone you don’t like, and he doesn’t like you back.” Qiao Xuyang’s tone softened, carrying a sense of disbelief. “With him?”

“Yes,” Song Fuzhi replied.

After a moment, Qiao Xuyang laughed deeply, shaking his shoulders.

“I guess you two don’t really have any feelings. He left just like that. He watched me flirt with you without any reaction.”

Song Fuzhi remained silent.

“Brother, is this interesting?” Qiao Xuyang squinted, both his gaze and tone sharp and bright.

“Marriage to someone you don’t like, and that person doesn’t like you.”

“I only know that, regardless of whom I marry, it won’t be you,” Song Fuzhi said coldly but honestly.

This time, Qiao Xuyang remained silent for a long time, standing there, looking at Song Fuzhi as if he might never see him again.

Finally, Qiao Xuyang took a deep breath and smiled at Song Fuzhi. “Alright, Professor Song, I wish you a happy marriage.”

“Well, thank you.” Song Fuzhi graciously accepted.

“That’s it, then.” Qiao Xuyang tilted his head, as if talking to himself. “If he doesn’t want you, I’ll take you.”

Song Fuzhi had just looked around and didn’t see Shi Zhang.

He couldn’t help but smile inwardly, thinking that Professor Shi was indeed sincere, suggesting that he go out for a walk and leaving plenty of private space for Song Fuzhi to deal with his previous matters, not interfering at all.

While Song Fuzhi was observing the surroundings, he saw Shi Zhang coming from a distance, holding two paper bags from a coffee shop.

“Oh, he knows to come back.”

Qiao Xuyang was still chattering away. This kid really had a loose tongue.

Suddenly, Shi Zhang stopped not far away, looking at Song Fuzhi as if to confirm.

Song Fuzhi nodded slightly, indicating to come over, signaling that they had finished talking.

As they watched him approach, it had to be said that Professor Shi’s temperament was really good. Every step he took was full of elegance, quite different from the skateboard guy, Qiao Xuyang.

Shi Zhang stopped by Song Fuzhi’s side, took out two cups of coffee from one paper bag, and handed one cup to Song Fuzhi.

“Oat milk latte,” he said in a low voice.

Song Fuzhi raised an eyebrow subtly.

This was the cup Song Fuzhi ordered when he and Shi Zhang officially met at the coffee shop. He didn’t expect Professor Shi to be so attentive.

“Possibly you guys chatted for too long and got thirsty,” Shi Zhang said.

Qiao Xuyang looked at the cup in Shi Zhang’s hand and crossed his arms, making a sound: “Oh, Professor is so polite, even considering the feelings of a love rival.”

Shi Zhang glanced at him faintly and directly handed him another individually wrapped paper bag, saying, “This is yours.”

“Damn, it’s really there.”

Qiao Xuyang didn’t hesitate and took it, looking sincerely at Shi Zhang. “Big brother, you’re really generous. If it were me, I would have started a fight with the love rival long ago.”

Shi Zhang shook his head, as if explaining to a student, “Fighting is not the solution.”

Qiao Xuyang chuckled and tilted his head, wrinkling his nose, muttering softly, “I really can’t believe it. Turns out Professor likes these old scholars.”

“Let’s go,” Song Fuzhi said to Shi Zhang.

Shi Zhang: “Hmm.”

Qiao Xuyang stepped on his skateboard with a clatter, took out the cup from the paper bag in a couple of moves, stared at it for a second, laughed, and shouted at the two who had already walked away, “Why do you guys drink coffee, and I have to drink a milkshake? Do you take me for a kid?”

Suddenly, Shi Zhang paused in his footsteps, lifted the bag, and said, “I forgot to give him the straw. Professor, wait for me here for a moment.”

Song Fuzhi was sipping his coffee. “Oh.”

Shi Zhang walked back to Qiao Xuyang, slightly looking down, with a gentle expression.

“Why did the big professor come back? Want to learn skateboarding with me?” Qiao Xuyang asked him with a smile, holding the skateboard with one hand.

Shi Zhang casually said, “Sure,” and gently placed his hands on the skateboard.

Qiao Xuyang thought Shi Zhang was going to take the skateboard. He didn’t loosen his grip, but the next second, Shi Zhang’s backhand revealed blue veins, accompanied by a crisp sound, and the sturdy skateboard was effortlessly snapped in half.

This person.

Bare hands.

Broke.

A skateboard.

without even seeing his movements clearly.

Qiao Xuyang’s pupils shook, standing in place, bewildered.

“Take it.”

Shi Zhang spoke softly, his expression still gentle, and politely placed the broken half of the skateboard back into Qiao Xuyang’s arms.

“…?”

Qiao Xuyang took a half-step back, emotions confused in his eyes, three parts dazed, seven parts horrified.

“Don’t look for Professor Song again in the future,” Shi Zhang said, pushing his glasses from the side and adjusting his sleeves, still maintaining the appearance of a cultured scholar.

“I find it hard to control myself,” the professor stated calmly and sincerely.

“I really endured it for a long time before not injuring your hand.”

Qiao Xuyang still couldn’t say a word. He couldn’t figure out why the skateboard, which he couldn’t break even if he tried, became so brittle in this person’s hands.

Shi Zhang dismissed it: “There’s some money in your milkshake bag; buy yourself a new one.”

Two minutes later, Shi Zhang returned to Song Fuzhi’s side. Song Fuzhi stood there and finished half a cup of coffee.

“So long, did you get lost?” Song Fuzhi asked with a smile, a bit worried. “Did Qiao Xuyang bother you? He’s quite self-centered; don’t mind whatever he says.”

Shi Zhang gently pushed his glasses and shook his head. “We just discussed the techniques of skateboarding.”