Chapter 30: Exclusive to Jinjiang 2/2

“Why did you start running recently?” Shi Zhang asked him, slightly breathless.

“Yeah,” Song Fuzhi replied as he ran, his voice a bit unsteady. “The sports meet is approaching, and I signed up for the long-distance race, so I need to practice.”

“Even the teacher is participating?” Shi Zhang was somewhat surprised, smiling. “Is there any reward for winning?”

Song Fuzhi said, “It can add points to our class total.”

“If we can get the overall first place, the competitive kids in our class will be thrilled.”

Shi Zhang used his towel to wipe the sweat from Song Fuzhi’s neck. “Mr. Song is really good.”

“If I were a student in Mr. Song’s class, I would feel very lucky.”

Song Fuzhi snorted, “I bet they wish I’d disappear every day.”

Shi Zhang smiled. “They’ll know how good Mr. Song is in the future.”

Running together with Shi Zhang, the speed of the two gradually slowed down without them noticing.

With the evening breeze, watching the sunset, and chatting while jogging, it was so leisurely that it didn’t feel like exercise at all.

The nightly jog became one of Song Fuzhi’s most enjoyable moments.

Relaxed and immersed, having someone accompany him felt quite nice.

On this day, Song Fuzhi had nightly self-study, so he wouldn’t be able to go home until around eleven at night. Shi Zhang would have to have dinner on his own and cancel the nightly jogging activity.

Unable to run in the evening, the exercise still needed to be continued.

There was a park next to the school that was beautiful and secluded. Song Fuzhi changed into his workout clothes, put on his headphones, grabbed his water bottle, and leisurely headed towards the park.

Unbeknownst to Song Fuzhi, as he left the office, another group of people had already arrived at the park in advance.

“This place is not bad.” Fan Tong placed the Bluetooth speaker on the small square and looked around. “Spacious, flat, not many tourists, and the square dance aunts haven’t appeared yet.”

“It’s fine; it’s fine.”

White Xiaoqing, the entertainment committee member, was a tall girl and the number one fan of K-pop in the class.

“Except it’s a bit inconvenient without mirrors.”

Someone sighed, “Ah, I don’t know who locked the dance studio! The responsible teacher can’t be found. Otherwise, I wouldn’t want to leave the school gate.”

“It’s okay, I’ll set up my phone here to record a video. We can review it later.”

White Xiaoqing raised her hand and made a gathering gesture: “Alright, attention, everyone—Korean dance trend zone!”

Several girls who wore their school uniforms as oversized outfits lined up on the left and coolly raised their hands, indicating that they were ready.

“Second-dimensional otaku dance zone!”

Several students, led by Fan Tong and Yao Xinxin, stood on the right. Their school uniforms were tied around their waists, and they only lacked a baseball bat in their hands.

Fan Tong swung her hair, thinking she looked cool. “Ki-Ma-Xiu—”

Yao Xinxin covered her eyes, embarrassed.

“Dominant Hanfu dance zone!”

The boys and girls on this side were obviously more reserved. Their posture was upright, and their positions were neat. “We didn’t wear costumes today, so it won’t have the desired effect. Let’s just practice the movements and positions. We’ll add makeup for atmosphere later.”

White Xiaoqing raised her voice and said, “Let’s run through the original plan first. Follow the sequence and then refine the moves and positions.”

Because the three factions in the class couldn’t agree, with the joint mediation of the class monitor and the student union president, everyone unanimously agreed to create a chaotic and evil mix, emphasizing unity in diversity.

There was no choice, as their class composition was too complex.

The idea was actually not bad; thinking about it, the final performance effect would be explosive, so they were quite excited.

Song Fuzhi entered through the front gate of the park, found the starting point of the walking path, did some warm-up exercises, put on his headphones, and started jogging.

He randomly chose a highly-ranked Japanese song playlist, almost all of which had light and fast-paced beats, perfect for running and uplifting the mood.

As he ran deeper into the park, the number of pedestrians gradually decreased. Song Fuzhi quickened his pace, adjusted his breathing, ran past a grove, and circled around a flower bed. In the dense woods ahead, it seemed like there were some people.

Beyond the songs playing in his headphones, Song Fuzhi keenly caught another piece of music, seemingly coming from the outside.

Song Fuzhi took off his headphones, and the music suddenly became clear—a lively and sweet rhythm. He had just heard this song on his headphones.

“So sorry for being so cute,” a recent popular Japanese song full of cover dances and covers, is very energetic and cute.

In the quiet park, someone was playing a Japanese song that young people liked.

Song Fuzhi suddenly thought of what people said online: that when the second-dimensional enthusiasts grew old, the square dance songs they would dance to would be those with onion-cutting lines. It made him laugh.

Maybe he would really see a group of elderly second-dimensional enthusiasts in the future.

This song was too catchy, especially the most famous line: “Chu, I’m sorry, I’m so cute.”

Song Fuzhi ran with a relaxed body and mind and couldn’t help but hum along.

Chu, sorry, I’m so cute~

Chu, sorry, I live in this era~

He followed the path forward through the flower bushes, winding and turning, the sound of the song gradually getting louder.

Running out of the jungle, with willows dim and flowers bright, a broad, open square appeared before the eyes.

Someone shouted, “Stop, that move is wrong,” and the song abruptly stopped playing on the Bluetooth speaker.

But Song Fuzhi hadn’t stopped yet, humming and singing, “Sorry, I’m so cute.”

Although the voice was not very loud, the man’s singing echoed brightly in the suddenly quiet square.

I’m so cute.

It was strange—an old man acting cute; there was an indescribable sense of contrast; and it sounded quite good.

The next second, Song Fuzhi slammed on the brakes.

Because in the small square, a group of familiar students stood unexpectedly; they were students from his own class.

his own, in-class, students.

They were confused, and so was Song Fuzhi.

Fan Tong even maintained the “chirp” dance move and folded his knees, throwing a flying kiss.

This flying kiss drew a shaky parabola in the air and landed lightly on Teacher Song’s head with a bang.

Both sides stood still, petrified, for a long time, and someone whispered, “Teacher Song?”

Song Fuzhi’s face was expressionless. “Hmm.”

Song Fuzhi took a deep breath. “Rehearsing for the opening ceremony?”

“Yes, rehearsing for the opening ceremony. This is after-school hours, teacher.”

After saying this, they fell silent again.

In the student lineup, a suppressed burst of laughter came from somewhere, suddenly like a spark, spreading wildly, and the laughter gradually became unrestrained.

A total of more than ten people burst into earth-shattering laughter.