Chapter 37: Jinjiang Exclusive 2/2

“Ah, a bald head.” Fan Tong scratched her head. “Well, if we can’t find anyone, let’s just skip this character.”

“But it’s still a pity.” Yao Xinxin frowned. “Although he’s not the protagonist in this part, he is the soul, the soul!”

Other students said, “Yeah, it feels incomplete without him. I really want everyone to be neat and tidy.”

“How about I ask the basketball captain later?” Yuan Jun scratched his chin. “His figure should be okay.”

Others were shocked. “Would a Normie like to play cosplay?”

The matter of selecting a character was temporarily put on hold. After all, they made the worst plan, and at worst, they could switch to figures of that character.

The students enthusiastically discussed activities, but the teachers in the office were painfully correcting the monthly exam papers.

The rhythm of the second semester of the sophomore year gradually became tense. To let the students enjoy the joy of correcting mistakes as soon as possible, the entire grade-level teacher team worked overtime to finish grading the monthly exam papers.

Song Fuzhi flipped through the students’ math papers several times, frowning.

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What kind of questions are these that they got wrong? He must have explained similar problems at least five times. The ones who should get it right are still getting it wrong.

Song Fuzhi had to check not only the math papers but also papers from other subjects. He looked at the total scores and the overall class ranking.

Overall, their class did relatively well this time, but there was still a lot of room for improvement.

When the bell for evening self-study rang, Song Fuzhi walked into the classroom with the papers and grade book. As soon as the students saw what Song Fuzhi was holding, they automatically fell silent, sitting up straight, and the relaxed atmosphere disappeared.

Regardless of whether there were big or small exams, announcing the results was always a tense and fearful event.

Song Fuzhi placed the papers on the podium and didn’t distribute them immediately. Instead, he wrote a few numbers on the blackboard.

class average score.

Highest score.

Lowest score.

grade average score.

Song Fuzhi straightforwardly discussed the overall class performance this time. In summary, although it was generally good, based on the papers, if everyone had truly digested the previously discussed problems, the overall class average could still be improved by two to three points.

Not bad. At least it didn’t sound too bad, and the atmosphere in the class didn’t become overly tense.

Song Fuzhi spread out a stack of papers. “I will now distribute the papers.”

He called out, “Liang Shan.”

Every time after the exams, Song Fuzhi would call students one by one to come up and collect their papers. It wasn’t in ranking order; the sequence was random, and when handing out the papers, he would fold the side with the scores.

He knew some students didn’t want others to see their grades.

After handing out the papers, Song Fuzhi paused on the podium, casually pulling at the collar of his jacket.

The classroom was hot and a bit stuffy. Song Fuzhi took off his jacket, revealing a dark short-sleeved shirt underneath, and his arm muscles were as smooth and flowing as ever.

Song Fuzhi nonchalantly draped the jacket on the edge of the podium, picked up the exam papers, and said, “Let’s go over the papers.”

Fan Tong did well in math this time, scoring over 120. It was a significant improvement for him, so he felt a bit proud of himself. As Song Fuzhi went over the problems he had already solved, Fan Tong started to daydream.

With his back to the students, Song Fuzhi wrote on the blackboard with chalk in hand. His arm muscles became quite noticeable due to his movements. His back muscles tightened the fabric of his clothes, flowing down to form a powerful, narrow waist, and the athletic pants hugged two straight, long legs.

Fan Tong was lost in thought, suddenly woke up, tore off a piece of scrap paper, quickly wrote on it, and tossed it to Yao Xinxin on the desk to his left.

Fan Tong’s deskmate looked at him in shock, silently shouting, “Idiot, have you gone crazy? This is Teacher Song’s evening self-study!”

Yao Xinxin was also startled by the paper ball that fell from the sky. She quickly turned her head and gave Fan Tong a look that clearly said, Fan Tong, you’re insane. passing notes during Teacher Song’s class!

Fan Tong lowered his head and raised his chin, meaning for her to unfold and read it.

Yao Xinxin thought that since she already had the paper ball in her hand, she might as well read it. She unfolded it and saw: “What do you think about our club inviting Teacher Song for a cosplay?”

Yao Xinxin widened her eyes slightly, mechanically turned her head, stared at Fan Tong, and silently mouthed, You’re crazy?

Fan Tong responded with his mouth: I’m serious.

Yao Xinxin shook her head, took a pen, and quickly wrote a reply.

Seizing the opportunity when Song Fuzhi turned around, she accurately and swiftly threw it back to Fan Tong.

Fan Tong caught it and started to unfold it. Just as he was about to unfold the new message, a cold voice suddenly came from the front: “Don’t bother looking; give it to me.”

Fan Tong was instantly petrified. Song Fuzhi had somehow appeared in front of him, casting a dense black shadow over his desk like the arrival of the Grim Reaper.

The classroom fell silent.

The paper ball hadn’t been unfolded yet and was lying on the desk. Song Fuzhi reached out and took the paper ball into his palm.

Song Fuzhi, standing above them, glanced at Fan Tong and Yao Xinxin side by side and asked, “I saw you passing notes back and forth five times. Do you know why I waited until now to collect them?”

The two kids dared not breathe loudly. Who the hell would dare to answer?

Song Fuzhi continued, “Because I wanted to see if you would dare to pass notes during my class, discussing something so important, like a matter of national importance.”

The deskmate propped his forehead with his hand, silently gloating on the side. Fan Tong, oh Fan Tong, your desk mate warned you not to cause trouble under Teacher Song’s watch, and now you’ve overturned the car!

Holding the paper ball, Song Fuzhi walked back to the podium, not opening it immediately. Instead, he called out Fan Tong’s name: “For question two of the problem-solving section, explain how to solve it.”

Fan Tong trembled as he stood up and mechanically looked at the problem.

Fortunately, he got a full score on this question. He mumbled for a while, at least, stumbling through an answer.

Expressionless, Song Fuzhi said, “Sit down.”

After going through the entire stack of papers, there was still about half an hour left for the evening self-study.

“For the remaining time, you can self-study and correct your mistakes. If you didn’t understand something, come up and ask me directly.” Song Fuzhi pulled a chair and sat down in front of the podium.

After a pause, he said, “Fan Tong, Yao Xinxin, come up with your papers.”

Damn.

I didn’t expect the death sentence to come so quickly.

The two of them, holding their papers, felt their hands and feet turning cold, walking like living dead to the edge of the podium, standing side by side with their heads down.

The entire class gazed at them with a look of pity.

Song Fuzhi didn’t say anything; he directly began unfolding the crumpled paper ball.

Heavens, was this something that Teacher Song should see? Absolutely not!

Summoning courage, Yao Xinxin, sounding fragile, said, “Mr. Song, could you not look at it now?”

Song Fuzhi cast a faint glance at Yao Xinxin, pausing for one or two seconds.

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Yao Xinxin was recognized as an excellent student in the teacher’s eyes, and she did well in math this time, albeit losing some points on the steps.

However, Song Fuzhi wouldn’t let any student lead him by the nose, and he wouldn’t show favoritism to excellent students either.

Song Fuzhi smoothly unfolded the paper ball.

Half of the crumpled piece of paper was almost filled with writing.

The handwriting of the two students was easily distinguishable. Fan Tong’s was flamboyant, while Yao Xinxin’s was neat and delicate.

Song Fuzhi looked down with an indifferent expression, but his face gradually changed.

Fan: “What do you think about our club inviting Teacher Song for a cosplay?”

Yao: “Are you out of your mind? How is that possible?”

Fan: “Teacher Song is really suitable for this role!”

Yao: “Where is he suitable? I see him as a serious class teacher!”

Fan: “Teacher Song, his physique, isn’t it great? Height, isn’t it enough? Face, handsome enough? Most importantly, he has a mature aura that none of us have. It perfectly matches the senior role! Take a closer look, forget that he’s your teacher, and don’t you think he’s quite fitting?”

Yao: “Well, okay, he does seem… but how could FZG agree?”

Fan: “What if there’s a chance? Last time during our rehearsal, FZG was singing anime songs and seemed to enjoy watching our performance at the sports meeting. He must have some exposure to this field!”

Yao: “What if he hasn’t seen this series?”

Fan: “Ummm, at his age, he should be an old-school anime fan. He probably has seen it! I’m not sure; I’ll ask again.”

Yao: “How are you going to ask? Are you going to barge into his office and ask him? Fan Tong, don’t be too bold.”

Song Fuzhi read through the paper, reaching the last line with a numb expression.

The whole class stretched their necks to see, curious about what was written on the note that made Teacher Song’s face turn so dark.

Fan Tong, cautiously and respectfully, asked, “Have you finished reading, sir?”

Song Fuzhi didn’t want to say a word.

“Uh, that.” Fan Tong looked at Yao Xinxin, then back at Song Fuzhi.

Closing his eyes and summoning courage, Fan Tong stood straight and asked with a “come what may” attitude, “Since you’re here, and I don’t have to go to your office to ask you, have you seen this work?”

Fan Tong mentioned the name of an anime.

Yao Xinxin was dumbfounded. She didn’t expect Fan Tong to be so bold!

Song Fuzhi looked at Fan Tong expressionlessly, saying nothing.

To be honest, Song Fuzhi didn’t catch on immediately.

After teaching for eight years, this was the first time a student had asked him directly, “Teacher, have you seen this manga?”

Song Fuzhi was quite familiar with this manga. He had been reading it since childhood, read many series, and liked the character in question. Almost no one disliked that character.

Moreover, Song Fuzhi easily recalled that Octopus Teacher had cosplayed this character before, although it was quite a while ago. However, the stunning impression still lingered in his mind.

Fan Tong seemed regretful. “Well then, I’ll just cosplay him myself.”

Suddenly, Song Fuzhi was shocked and blurted out, “You cosplay?”

This guy, Fan Tong, with his round face and lively temperament, was a king of humorous anime fans. There was a world of difference between him and this character!

However, Song Fuzhi’s mind had just switched from Octopus Teacher’s version to Fan Tong’s version. It was difficult for Teacher Song to accept this sudden change, and his exclamation was somewhat understandable.

Fan Tong, however, suddenly revealed a triumphant smile: “Ahaha, Teacher, so you have seen it! And you seem quite familiar with it.”

Yao Xinxin felt like she was going to faint. What kind of stunt was this?

Song Fuzhi:…

Now that they had reached this point, Fan Tong decided to follow up. With a daring spirit, he continued, “Teacher Song, we really want to find a suitable candidate! If I score over 130 in the next mid-term exam, could you perhaps join us for a cosplay at the club carnival?”