Chapter 17: The Seventeenth Dimension 2/2

Yao Xinxin sat across from Song Fuzhi, keeping her head down, shoulders tense, and fingers gripping her clothes.

“Mr. Song, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have drawn during class.”

Yao Xinxin’s voice was soft, and she admitted her mistake quite proactively.

As soon as a student made a mistake, Mr. Song would treat each one equally and seriously, regardless of their academic performance.

“Was it urgent to draw during the forty-five minutes of class?” Song Fuzhi asked in a calm tone.

Yao Xinxin lowered her head even more, her bangs covering her face, and she didn’t say anything.

“Which part did you draw during the Chinese class? Point it out to me.”

Yao Xinxin pursed her lips and outlined a small area with her fingers.

She hadn’t made much progress during the Chinese class. She had just refined the skirt of the beautiful girl and was taken away by the teacher.

“I didn’t draw much.”

Yao Xinxin whispered, seeming to think that drawing a few fewer strokes could reduce the gravity of the offense.

“Drawing during class, you have to hide from the teacher while drawing. You didn’t pay attention to class, and you didn’t draw much. Do you think this is worth the trouble? Is it worth it?” Song Fuzhi’s tone was calm, but each word carried a strong sense of oppression because you knew he was right.

Yao Xinxin seemed to be poked in a sore spot and fell silent again.

Song Fuzhi returned the drawing to her. “In the future, pay attention in class and draw well after class.”

“Oh.”

Yao Xinxin quickly took back the drawing, folded it twice, and held it in her hand.

Song Fuzhi relaxed his expression. “You can go back.”

“Actually—”

Yao Xinxin hesitated.

Song Fuzhi glanced at her gently. “Speak; the teacher is listening.”

The little girl seemed to struggle in her heart for a long time before burying her head and saying softly, “Because I want to participate in a drawing competition, and the deadline is approaching, so I urgently drew during class.”

“I see.”

Song Fuzhi nodded. “The reason is understandable, but the method of effort can be improved.”

Yao Xinxin nodded like a chick peck.

looking at rice, “I know, teacher.”

She suddenly sat up straight, leaned forward slightly, and looked at Song Fuzhi with slightly anxious eyes, her voice still a bit timid. “Um, Mr. Song, can you not tell my parents about this?”

Song Fuzhi asked, “Do your parents disagree with your drawing?”

Yao Xinxin bit her lip, softly murmuring a slight “yes.”

“If your parents don’t ask, I won’t say anything,” Song Fuzhi replied.

“Thank you.” Yao Xinxin smiled a little, revealing a small dimple.

Mr. Song will fulfill what he promised; he will do what he says.

Yao Xinxin stood up and walked out. Suddenly, Song Fuzhi shouted “Wait a moment” and stopped her again.

Yao Xinxin obediently stood back, asking Song Fuzhi what the matter was.

Song Fuzhi said, “Our school’s former art teacher graduated from the animation major last year and left to work for an animation company. I can ask her if she can help you with your drawing if you need it.”

He looked at the little girl, who widened her eyes bit by bit, changing her expression from disbelief to joy.

“Really?” Yao Xinxin asked cautiously.

“I’ll ask her if she has time first. If both you and her are willing, I’ll have her contact you.”

Song Fuzhi paused and said, “Without affecting your studies.”

“Ah.” Yao Xinxin’s eyes lit up with unprecedented brilliance. “Thank you, teacher!”

“Thank you.”

Song Fuzhi replied, “No need.”

Song Fuzhi is not a saint. He can’t help every child achieve their goals; he can only do what he can within his ability.

He likes to see the shining eyes of these children, full of infinite youth and infinite possibilities.

Therefore, Mr. Song spends more time dealing with class matters than other teachers, leading to more overtime.

This week, he stayed up for several nights again, hoping it wouldn’t affect the medical examination.

On the day of the pre-marital examination, both of them arrived early on an empty stomach. After the blood tests, they went outside to have breakfast.

There was a street vendor with breakfast items outside the hospital. Song Fuzhi bought a bowl of wonton soup while sitting in a small shop, eating slowly and taking a sip between each bite.

Shi Zhang sat quietly across from him, eating in a refined manner.

After they finished eating, they returned for the examination. The doctor, sitting behind the desk with a smiling face, asked them, “Have you both eaten well?”

Shi Zhang replied, “The breakfast place nearby has good food.”

“Good, before we begin, let’s confirm a few things,” the doctor said, opening a notebook and holding a pen.

“Have either of you had a previous marriage, a long-term partner, or casual relationships?”

Song Fuzhi calmly answered, “No.”

Shi Zhang also said, “No.”

Song Fuzhi wasn’t surprised by this; Professor Shi didn’t seem like the type to play around.

As the doctor continued asking questions, Song Fuzhi felt a slight awkwardness, even though these were routine medical questions. They hadn’t reached the point of needing to know these things about each other, but it was necessary for their marriage.

After the last question, the doctor took out two cup-shaped containers and handed them to the couple, saying, “Let’s go this way.”

While walking, the doctor explained, “We need at least 1.5 milliliters of the sample for the test, but don’t worry, just provide a normal sample.”

Song Fuzhi held the cup, maintaining a calm expression as he followed the doctor, but his fingers felt a bit cold.

Honestly, he was nervous.

The doctor led them to the end of the corridor, where there were two rooms, numbered 1 and 2. The door to room 2 was tightly closed, and the doctor said in a lowered voice, “Someone is currently using that one.”

The doctor then entered room 1, turned on the lights, and inside, there were two chairs, a sink, a trash bin, a table, and a tissue box.

The table had a computer and several rows of books, divided into two categories: female and male beauty catalogs, a constant reminder of their purpose here.

“Both of you together?” the doctor cheerfully asked.

The word “both” echoed in the room, making Song Fuzhi and Shi Zhang hesitate. Neither of them answered.

Song Fuzhi hesitated because he hadn’t fully understood the meaning of “both,” while Shi Zhang hesitated because he was genuinely tempted by the great opportunity presented by “both.”

In any case, the room fell silent for a moment.

The doctor, thinking they had agreed, clapped his hands and declared, “Alright, that’s settled!”

He closed the door, and his chatter ceased abruptly.

Song Fuzhi numbly raised his head, realizing that Professor Shi also had an unusual sense of constraint in his gaze.