Chapter 31: Exclusive to Jinjiang 2/2

The little girl was agile, winning first place in running and third place in skipping rope. She smiled brilliantly on the award podium, wearing a medal around her neck and holding a bouquet of colorful daisies.

Finally, there was a family photo of the three of them, looking very happy.

The flowers were a gift from Ouyang Xi and Chang’an, and they also gave their daughter a shiny crown, which she loved.

Many classmates and friends commented and praised the little girl for being beautiful and talented in the five events.

Shi Zhang privately messaged Ouyang Xi, asking him, “Do parents get to watch the school sports meet?”

Ouyang Xi probably was having a meal and replied after a while: “Our elementary school sports meet allows it. Check the arrangements for each school.”

Shi Zhang: “Oh.”

Ouyang Xi: “You guys don’t even have children yet, and you’re already thinking about elementary school? Planning to adopt?”

Shi Zhang was amazed at this guy’s thought process, chuckled, said a word to him, and then went offline.

During dinner that night, Shi Zhang asked Song Fuzhi, “Teacher Song, do parents get to watch the high school sports meet?”

Song Fuzhi looked puzzled and responded with a thoughtful “Hmm,” as if he hadn’t been asked this question much.

“In general, the campus is closed, but if parents want to come and watch, they can.”

Song Fuzhi smiled. “But the students are in high school, focusing on their studies, and they’re not little kids anymore. Parents usually don’t take special leave to watch students run and jump.”

Shi Zhang nodded. “I see.”

Song Fuzhi was a bit puzzled. “Why ask about this?”

Shi Zhang calmly sipped his soup. “Ouyang Xi went to the school to watch his daughter in the sports meet. He said there were many parents there. I just wanted to ask if it’s the same in high school.”

 “Our high school sports meet lasts for two days. Generally, towards the end of the second day, some parents will come. They come to pick up their children and can also watch the award ceremony.”

Shi Zhang asked, “Is the sports meet relatively relaxed for two days?”

Song Fuzhi tugged at the corner of his mouth and said, “Subject teachers can relax, but class teachers have to be more attentive. Accidents can easily happen during the sports meet, so you have to keep an eye on those little rascals.”

“Teacher Song, you’ve worked hard.” Shi Zhang placed a piece of fish in Song Fuzhi’s bowl, comforting him. “After these two days, let’s go relax in nature.”

The sports meet arrived quickly.

The class atmosphere was lively and excited, with chaos reigning in the classroom.

There were those busy with makeup, changing clothes, and finally, those rehearsing fervently. There were also logistical students helping to move water, full of spirited energy.

As the entrance music played, students swarmed out like bees, chattering and carrying snacks and drinks as if going on an autumn outing.

A few kids were still studying diligently, some lying on the tables. Song Fuzhi walked over to them, usually praising those who focused on studying. Today, he said, “Don’t bother with homework for these two days; participate in the sports meet.”

Today, Song Fuzhi intentionally brought a professional DSLR camera from home, originally used for capturing Gundam models. Now, with a different lens, he used it to capture moments of the little rascals.

In the preparation area for the entrance ceremony, Song Fuzhi immediately spotted their group of rascals, a truly lively bunch.

Colorful and diverse, their styles stood out prominently among the more uniform color schemes of other classes.

Bai Xiaoqing was lecturing Fan Tong, “I’ll say it one more time: remember your positioning! When the soca music starts, quickly step to the left rear, then circle to the other side! Not the right side!”

Fan Tong nodded with closed eyes. “I got it, Sister Qing. Left side, left side, left side! It’s ingrained in my DNA!”

Bai Xiaoqing’s voice was smoking hot. When she looked up and saw Teacher Song, she smiled faintly while looking at them.

Fan Tong immediately pulled Yao Xinxin, who was still adjusting false eyelashes in the mirror beside him, and thought he spoke quietly, “Xinxin, Kawaii is here!”

Song Fuzhi’s face darkened. He still wasn’t used to this nickname.

Teacher Song at least had a somewhat domineering aura, but Kawaii was a pure personality insult.

Yao Xinxin closed the mirror with a “snap”: “Hello, Teacher Song.”

Song Fuzhi found them amusing again and asked, “Are you all ready?”

“More or less,” Bai Xiaoqing said. “We’re about to go on, feeling a bit nervous.”

Song Fuzhi asked, “Nervous? Why?”

Several other students also said, “Nervous; there are so many people watching.”

Looking at them closely, they were still quite immature boys and girls. Perhaps they hadn’t experienced such a big stage before, where they had to perform in front of the whole school.

“What’s there to be nervous about?” Teacher Song was always gentle and firm in such moments.

“You all dance wonderfully; don’t worry about the audience; just enjoy the performance.”

The students nodded, and Bai Xiaoqing softly said, “Thank you, Teacher.”

After the principal’s speech, the sports meet officially began.

Two student hosts reported in a rhythmic and spirited tone the nationally unified ancestral slogan: “In this season of refreshing autumn breeze and fragrant osmanthus, we welcome our own grand event! Now coming towards us is…”

The performances of the first few classes were good, creative, and well-rehearsed, with enthusiastic reactions from the audience.

Song Fuzhi stood in front of the performance area, holding his camera, and realized he was surprisingly nervous.

Clearly, he wasn’t the one performing.

Finally, it was their class’s turn. Watching the students he had been with day and night coming towards him, Song Fuzhi adjusted the camera.

After the hosts finished their lines, they quickly took their positions for the performance, all facing away from the audience.

When the first note sounded, everyone turned around, shaking their heads—a cool and powerful opening that immediately sparked a wave of screams.

As expected, the performance was explosive.

Due to the diverse composition of their class, they almost covered all the cultures that young people were interested in, from K-pop to otaku dances. Each new song prompted a new round of screams, and many students below were singing and dancing along.

The performance’s ending was also quite heavyweight. The entire class shouted together, “If you like our performance, then we think this thing—Tai Ku La!”

This brought the atmosphere to its peak, with laughter and applause lasting for a long time.

The students were having a great time, sitting politely on the central podium, with the old principal clapping politely but not quite understanding what the young people were laughing about.

Song Fuzhi finished recording the entire opening ceremony, and his smile hadn’t faded.

Youthful and unrestrained, pure and fervent, it was truly enviable.

Song Fuzhi was the type who would never participate in the opening ceremony of the sports meet when he was young. He would quietly do his homework on the side, a low-key and “well-behaved” child. This was a youth experience he had never had.

Now he was an observer, but he felt equally liberated and moved.

The blood in his chest was hot.

After the kids finished their performance and returned to their class, embracing each other, classmates hugging and pounding each other’s chests, saying they did great, the whole audience was screaming.

The students were excited, and someone proudly asked Song Fuzhi, “Teacher Song, how was our performance?”

Song Fuzhi turned off the camera and said stingily, “Not bad.”

He saved the recorded video and planned to burn it onto a disc, one for each person.

Teacher Song also planned to collect all these moments from their three years, edit them into a collection, and then, after they graduated, at the graduation banquet, publicly play the video in front of all the parents and subject teachers.

Young people always liked to play various gags. Perhaps these gags would be forgotten by the internet the next day, or maybe the students would think they were too naive and too immature next year. But no matter what, these were the youth experiences they had gone through.

The kids were still too tender. What kind of retaliation was there for a quiz in the exam hall? This was the real “retaliation.”