Chapter 31: Exclusive to Jinjiang 1/2

At that moment, Song Fuzhi was thinking about karmic retribution, about the cycle of reincarnation, about form being emptiness, emptiness being form, and contemplating that the Bodhisattva sees the emptiness of all the five aggregates and transcends all suffering.

The children looked at Song Fuzhi’s expressionless face; the laughter gradually subsided, and a few children dared not laugh anymore, standing straight like military training.

Only Fan Tong, with bold actions, holding his stomach and sticking out his buttocks, laughed quite wildly, and the echoes lingered for three days.

Originally, Song Fuzhi was a bit embarrassed, but seeing this brat laughing so comically, Song Fuzhi couldn’t help it and also burst into laughter, supporting his jaw.

Teacher Song himself laughed, so others started laughing again.

They laughed like this for two or three rounds, and the sound gradually subsided.

The two groups of people silently faced each other. Song Fuzhi, one against ten, felt his hands and feet getting cold for the first time.

There was no way; Teacher Song had to break this deadlock.

With one hand in his pocket, Song Fuzhi casually asked, “How’s the rehearsal going?”

Bai Xiaoqing nodded. “It was going well originally.”

Yao Xinxin continued, “But then you came…”

Fan Tong interrupted forcefully, his words closely packed: “You came singing, hahaha. Teacher Song, your Japanese is so standard; did you know this song before?”

Song Fuzhi didn’t care anymore and answered truthfully, “A little.”

I added a sentence, “It sounds good.”

The children went crazy again, exclaiming, “Shocking my mom,” “Is it real or fake?” and “Teacher Song’s image collapsed.”

Song Fuzhi was a bit helpless. “Do you think there’s a generation gap between me and you guys?”

The students sincerely said, “I really thought there was a big one.”

The second-dimensional small group suddenly gained such a heavyweight comrade, feeling quite proud.

Look, Teacher Song is one of us.

Bai Xiaoqing was dissatisfied. “Teacher Song, have you heard of BlackPink or Twice? Korean girl groups!”

These are too famous; a versatile creature like Song Fuzhi couldn’t have missed them on the homepage.

Song Fuzhi: “I have.”

The students felt like the dimensional wall had collapsed.

Fan Tong pointed to the traditional Chinese-style sub-group with open arms: “The guys who wield swords are even more amazing. Teacher Song, want to try together?”

Song Fuzhi looked at them casually with his arms crossed and named one: “Cheng Jiayu, you usually don’t like physical education class; can you handle sword dancing? I didn’t expect that.”

Cheng Jiayu was a shy little boy, usually unable to let go even during the big break exercises.

Being called out by Song Fuzhi, he immediately blushed.

The students said in unison, “Cheng Jiayu dances really well! Old artist!”

“Okay.” Song Fuzhi raised his chin. “Then rehearse for me, and I’ll watch.”

The lively students suddenly quieted down.

Bai Xiaoqing looked embarrassed. “Ah, teacher, this isn’t good.”

Yao Xinxin dryly laughed. “Ahem, teacher, we haven’t rehearsed well yet.”

Fan Tong smiled and suggested, “How about you just watch the finished product during the sports meeting?”

“It’s okay.” Song Fuzhi casually leaned against a stone railing. “Come on.”

Now the pressure was on the students.

You know, in a crowded place, jumping this kind of mixed-up medley relies on someone with thick skin, and it won’t be embarrassing if a bunch of people are having fun together.

But now their homeroom teacher was calmly standing in front, casually evaluating their twisted dance moves and clattering positions.

It’s really hard to let loose!

Those who forgot the moves, those who forgot the positions, and even those who jumped together and hit each other’s hands

It was messy.

In less than two minutes, the students couldn’t take it anymore. Their expressions gradually changed from holding back laughter to embarrassment and then to breakdown. Bai Xiaoqing couldn’t stand it and shouted to stop it.

They knew they danced badly; they all chuckled nervously.

Song Fuzhi won this round.

“Teacher Song, spare us. Can we show you during the sports meeting?” Fan Tong pleaded.

Song Fuzhi reluctantly said, “Okay,” with no discernible emotion, and casually encouraged, “You guys can do it.”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Song Fuzhi felt that when Shi Zhang said he was “quite bad,” he wasn’t wrong.

Embarrassed in front of the students, he just had to make the students feel embarrassed too. No one could escape.

Finally, someone remembered to ask, “Teacher Song, what are you doing in the park?”

Song Fuzhi replied, “Practicing long-distance running.”

“Oh, why practice long-distance running?”

Song Fuzhi didn’t answer, only saying, “I have one lap left. You guys practice; don’t be late for evening self-study.”

The students watched Teacher Song’s figure as he ran away.

After completing the run, Song Fuzhi returned to the school, changed into clean and refreshing clothes, had dinner, and then went to evening self-study.

To his surprise, the classroom was unexpectedly quiet. No one was chatting or making noise, and the kids who went outside to rehearse were sitting obediently in their seats.

However, despite appearing obedient, almost half of them had their heads down, covering their mouths to stifle laughter and exchanging amused glances with their deskmates.

They probably thought they were hiding it well, but Song Fuzhi, standing at the podium, could see everything clearly.

Clearly, Teacher Song’s glorious feat had already spread throughout the entire class.

Song Fuzhi showed no expression and calmly handed out a stack of papers, saying, “Class representative, distribute the papers. We’ll have a quiz tonight.”

A chorus of despair erupted below, and someone with a pained expression whispered, “Is Kawaii trying to get back at us?”

Song Fuzhi heard it and subtly darkened his expression.

Great, he had gained another nickname.

Kawaii.

These little rascals were really asking for trouble.

Generally, Song Fuzhi paid little attention to their complaints, but today he decided to address them.

Song Fuzhi said, “I haven’t passed a math test since the beginning of the school year. The sports meet is approaching, and right after that, it’s the eleven-day Golden Week holiday. When you come back from the break, the entire grade will have monthly exams. If you don’t practice now, how will you fare in the exams?”

The wailing voices immediately subsided.

“Just because I was heard singing, you think I’m going to retaliate against you?” Song Fuzhi chuckled. “There’s no need for that.”

Amidst the rustling sound of passing out papers, a few muffled laughs could be heard.

The student still foolishly widened his eyes and muttered softly, “Damn, we were actually heard.”

Song Fuzhi said slowly, “Even if I were to retaliate, I wouldn’t use exams to increase my own workload.”

No one dared to laugh below.

Indeed, while this man could sing “I’m so Kawaii,” he was still damn terrifying.

For the math evening self-study quiz, Song Fuzhi personally supervised, and no one in their class dared to play tricks under his watchful eyes.

Song Fuzhi picked up his phone and checked his messages.

Shi Zhang had sent a message: “Finished your run? Are you attending evening self-study?”

Song Fuzhi replied, “Finished. Currently supervising a quiz, relatively free.”

Shi Zhang: “Change into dry clothes. Don’t catch a cold.”

Song Fuzhi: “Already changed.”

Shi Zhang: “Okay.”

Song Fuzhi: “Actually, this afternoon, I lost my face a bit in front of the students.”

Shi Zhang: “Hmm…”

Shi Zhang: “It’s okay; I do that too.”

Shi Zhang: “What happened?”

Song Fuzhi pondered for a while, mustered courage, and typed, “They heard me humming while running…”

Song Fuzhi: “In their minds, my image has always been very serious.”

Shi Zhang: “Teacher Song can sing, huh?”

Shi Zhang: “When can you sing for me?”

Song Fuzhi stared at Shi Zhang’s message, thinking, This guy even wants to eat the vinegar of little brats?

Song Fuzhi: “Professor. Is this the main point?”

Shi Zhang: [Smile]

Shi Zhang: “It’s not something to be embarrassed about.”

Shi Zhang: “I find it cute.”

Damn.

Song Fuzhi was currently a bit sensitive to the word “cute.”

But, sigh.

How could someone call a thirty-year-old mature man “cute”?

Song Fuzhi placed his phone upside down and pursed his lips, surveying the students below.

Coincidentally, a student raised his head, stretched his neck, and made eye contact with Song Fuzhi, and then the student showed a half-shocked, half-doubtful expression, quickly lowering his head to focus on writing.

Song Fuzhi touched his own lips. Well, it seemed like he did raise them a bit too high.

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Autumn was the season for sports meets, both in high school and elementary school.

Ouyang Xi posted nine picture-filled moments, all of his daughter’s beautiful photos from the sports meet.

Since getting married and having a child, Ouyang Xi’s Moments only contained two types of content: company promotion posts and his wife and child. Nothing else.