Chapter 28: Exclusive to Jinjiang 1/2

The children were generally fine, with most of them complaining about wet shoes, but their clothes were relatively dry.

As if playing a joke, the rain had just poured heavily, and now the sun was shining brightly.

Standing in the sunlight for a while, Song Fuzhi felt the moisture on his clothes visibly evaporating.

Director Wu felt apologetic and repeatedly apologized. Although the rain was beyond their control, it still affected the guests’ experience.

“Professor Song, I’m sorry! Let Wang get you a school cultural shirt or a clean one to avoid catching a cold,” Director Wu suggested.

Song Fuzhi, making a casual joke, said, “Is the cultural shirt free?”

Director Wu smiled brightly and said, “Of course! We have as many as you want.”

Song Fuzhi nodded. “Then, thank you, Director Wu.”

The planned afternoon activities continued. They wouldn’t return to the affiliated high school for several hours, and Song Fuzhi didn’t want to catch a cold on the way.

“If we’re all set, let’s go,” Mr. Zhou suggested. “The university ambassadors in the auditorium are probably getting anxious.”

During the queue formation led by the sports committee, Song Fuzhi took a glance not far away. Most of the university students had dispersed by now, and a certain professor had already disappeared.

Song Fuzhi sighed softly.

At least the temperature on the back of his neck had finally dropped.

Now, looking back, Song Fuzhi’s mind was still a bit confused.

It had to be said that his actions were too impulsive. He actually took the initiative to kiss Shi Zhang’s lips, and only under the cover of branches and leaves could they have been discovered by someone else at any moment.

Song Fuzhi knew he had a thing for body shapes, and the part of Shi Zhang’s body that was revealed just suited Song Fuzhi’s taste. Some of the simple movements he made were quite seductive.

So, he got a bit carried away, and when he was bitten, his mind went completely blank, and he impulsively kissed him.

Two months into marriage, they had their first kiss.

Whether it was too slow or too fast, Song Fuzhi couldn’t decide.

The children passed through the fresh campus after the rain, arriving at the auditorium, each finding their place.

This part of the event was mostly hosted and spoken by the university students, introducing their university lives to the high school students. It was also a way for them to practice their speaking skills.

The student ambassadors on the stage were humorous and witty, and the images on the PowerPoint were genuine, such as the entrance being filled with takeout every night, often getting the orders wrong, and the library looking large but still requiring a fight for study seats.

The little radishes in the audience exclaimed, “What? You can order takeout in college? What? You still have to fight for study seats in college!”

Song Fuzhi stood against the back wall, watching with relish.

Suddenly, a male student next to him called him “Mr. Song” and handed him a university cultural shirt.

“The gym has a changing room, but it’s a bit far. Would you mind walking there?” The student pointed in a direction.

The planned activity would likely last a while longer, and Song Fuzhi looked at Mr. Zhou, who nodded. silently mouthing to him, “Go change your clothes; I’ll cover for you.”

Song Fuzhi thanked the student and walked out from the back door, following the direction the student pointed to find the changing room.

Just as he turned a corner in the corridor, Song Fuzhi ran into Shi Zhang coming from the opposite direction.

The professor had changed into a fresh and dry black sports short-sleeve shirt, holding another neatly folded one.

Song Fuzhi’s nerves jumped; he was becoming a bit sensitive to this person.

“I got a clean shirt for you to change into.” Shi Zhang’s tone was as calm as usual, as if nothing had happened under the tree.

He noticed the shirt in Song Fuzhi’s hand and paused. “Someone gave you a new shirt?”

Song Fuzhi opened the shirt and said, “A cultural shirt from your school. See how pitiful I am; they gave it to me.”

Shi Zhang asked, “Director Wu gave it to you?”

Song Fuzhi nodded, “Yeah,” then smiled, “Do you really need to ask who gave it to me?”

“Ask anything.” Professor Shi looked calm. “Then let’s go to my office to change.”

Song Fuzhi: “They asked me to go to the gym locker room.”

“My office is closer.”

Song Fuzhi hesitated for a moment. “Can I go in? Isn’t it a restricted area for experiments?”

“The office is in the teaching building, and the laboratory is elsewhere,” Professor Shi patiently explained. “Students come to me with questions or to discuss papers in the office. Experiments related to projects are done in the laboratory. Anyone can enter the office.”

That explained it, so Song Fuzhi followed Professor Shi to his office at the university.

Professor Shi had a separate office with his name and department hanging at the door. There was a schedule below indicating when he would be in the office, and students could make appointments to see him.

Compared to the study at home, the professor’s office was on another level.

The bookshelf reached from the floor to the ceiling, filled with books and materials. The desk was also cluttered, but in an orderly manner.

Professor Shi briefly explained the layout: “I usually work here, and these chairs are for students. They sit here when they come to ask questions.”

Looking around, there were not many plants—just a potted cactus next to the computer.

Song Fuzhi raised an eyebrow. “I thought the office of a botanist would be filled with plants, but there’s only one cactus.”

“I can’t take care of them.” Professor Shi seemed helpless. “Cacti are easier to manage.”

Looking further, Song Fuzhi noticed several dumbbells in a corner of the room, the kind that can be adjusted in weight, and they were quite large.

This person didn’t forget to exercise even in the office; no wonder his physique was so impressive…

To be honest, based on the few seconds of glimpsing his body, Song Fuzhi could already conclude that Professor Shi was the best-built person he had seen in real life, and remarkably so.

Perfect bodies abound on the internet, giving the impression that it’s the same in real life, but Song Fuzhi didn’t expect to encounter someone like this.

In the three-dimensional world, Professor Shi was probably second only to Professor Zhang and some actors in Western adult films.

For a moment, Song Fuzhi didn’t know if he was blind or incredibly lucky. His husband had such a good figure, and it took him so long to realize it after marriage.

Perhaps because Song Fuzhi’s gaze at the dumbbells was too obvious, Professor Shi explained, “Sometimes, I don’t have time to go to the gym, so I do a few sets here to stay in shape.”

Song Fuzhi smiled slyly. “Does the professor pursue such a good figure?”

“We have to do a lot of field investigations, climbing mountains, crossing water, and wilderness hiking. We need to carry cameras and sometimes even tents. Physical fitness is essential, and exercise is necessary,” Professor Shi explained patiently. “That’s why I work out.”

Song Fuzhi nodded. “I see.”

So, this person even exercised for work.

“Field investigations, what do you do?” Song Fuzhi asked.

“Mainly to collect plant samples,” Professor Shi said. “To gather effective samples for experiments, we might stay in the mountains for many days.”

It sounded like a strenuous process. Song Fuzhi asked, “Does the professor go personally?”

“Of course. Many seniors continue field investigations even when they are eighty or ninety years old and compile them into books,” Professor Shi smiled. “And I love being in the field, close to plants.”

As he said this, Professor Shi’s eyes lit up slightly, revealing his passion.

Song Fuzhi enjoyed this kind of conversation. He felt that he had gained a better understanding of Professor Shi’s work and expertise.

“Hurry and change.”

Professor Shi changed the topic, went to the cabinet, took a towel, and handed it to Song Fuzhi. “Because I exercise regularly, I always have a towel on hand. This one is clean.”

Then he took the cultural shirt from Song Fuzhi and put the black short-sleeved shirt he had prepared into his arms.

“Wear this.”

Song Fuzhi unfolded the shirt—a large-sized black sports shirt, exactly like the one Professor Shi was currently wearing.

Song Fuzhi looked at the university cultural shirt on his left hand, then at the professor’s same style in his right hand, and suddenly laughed.

As if knowing what he was laughing at, Professor Shi calmly said, “The cultural shirt hasn’t been washed; it’s not very clean to wear directly against the skin.”

Still smiling, Song Fuzhi responded with an “Oh.”

He thought Professor Shi wanted them to wear the same style, but it turned out to be mainly because the cultural shirt wasn’t clean.

With a towel and shirt in hand, Song Fuzhi looked around the office. He didn’t see any break rooms or the like—just this one room.

However, it was just changing clothes. Besides, his legitimate husband was right next to him, and it was only the upper body; there was nothing he couldn’t see.

After a brief hesitation of two or three seconds, Song Fuzhi grabbed the hem of his shirt, raised his hand, and took off the shirt from the top of his head.

He picked up the towel and quickly wiped the half-dried water droplets on his body. The movements were faster than usual.