Chapter 42: Exclusive to Jinjiang 1/2

The next morning, the two of them got up early, even before the sun had risen, dragging their suitcases out of the house.

Song Fuzhi sat in the driver’s seat, hands on the steering wheel. Taking advantage of a red light, he glanced to the side and met Shi Zhang’s gaze.

“Why are you looking at me?” Song Fuzhi smiled lightly, turned his head, and urged, “You go back to sleep for a while; you got up too early.”

“I don’t want to sleep,” Shi Zhang said, then stared at Song Fuzhi like that.

“Just close your eyes, then, half-closed,” Song Fuzhi said, looking at him again. “Why are you always looking at me? I can drive, you know.”

“I won’t be able to see you for more than ten days after this,” Shi Zhang said. “Let me look at you more.”

Song Fuzhi’s face turned a bit red, not saying anything.

Okay, let the husband look if he wants to.

At the airport, the two of them dragged their suitcases into the terminal. Not far away, several people stood together, surrounded by a circle of large suitcases.

“Professor Shi!”

Liu Yang raised his arm high and waved.

Besides the two students Song Fuzhi had seen before, there were also several researchers and teachers standing there—quite a few people.

“You go ahead,” Song Fuzhi said, handing the suitcase to Shi Zhang. “I won’t go over.”

Shi Zhang took the suitcase and said, “I’ll go then.”

He said he would go, but his body didn’t move. He slightly lowered his eyes, looking at Song Fuzhi.

Song Fuzhi smiled. “Why aren’t you leaving?”

Shi Zhang, “Missing something.”

The professor was missing something that was not hard to guess. Song Fuzhi just didn’t expect this adult to act like a young man, naive and sticky.

Song Fuzhi looked around at the researchers standing not far away, took a step to the side, and said, “Why are you standing so far away?”

Shi Zhang obediently approached, his breath gently spraying on Song Fuzhi’s ear.

Song Fuzhi pushed Shi Zhang’s arm, kissed him lightly on the lips, then pushed his arm again. “Safe travels, successful collection.”

“Okay.” Professor Shi was finally satisfied, a smile evident on his face.

Dragging the suitcase, he said, “Go back; enjoy yourself today.”

Being a legally married couple was indeed different. In front of a group of people, they shamelessly showed affection for quite a while. Even Liu Yang whistled.

“Leaving.” Shi Zhang waved from a distance.

Watching Shi Zhang go through security, Song Fuzhi finally left the airport.

He drove slowly to the school, where the carnival was already lively.

The playground had turned into a big market, and each club had a small booth with posters, using various methods to attract the attention of new students.

Almost as soon as he arrived near the playground, Song Fuzhi saw the anime club.

After all, other students were dressed quite casually, but that group had all sorts of hair colors, gorgeous skirts, and exaggerated props. It was too eye-catching.

Many students were gathered around the anime club. Those who already liked anime directly filled out the application forms and joined. Even students who weren’t very interested stopped to watch and take pictures.

Song Fuzhi stood on the outer edge of the crowd, but Fan Tong still spotted him with one glance.

Fan Tong’s hair today was orange, and his makeup was almost unrecognizable. He greeted Song Fuzhi very generously: “Teacher Song!”

This voice made a few members tremble a bit. They were chatting happily, and suddenly, a teacher appeared next to their booth, and it was Teacher Song, which made the students quiet down quite a bit.

“Oh heavens, everything was going well, and suddenly, the God of Death descends from the sky. What kind of luck is this?

A group of students dressed in cosplay outfits standing before a well-dressed teacher always gives the illusion of mischief.

Students who do not adhere to dress codes will be penalized.

Upon seeing the students in their completely different attire than usual, Song Fuzhi couldn’t help but chuckle.

youth and a bit of adolescent awkwardness.

Song Fuzhi took out her phone directly and said, “Let me take a photo of you guys.”

Several shy students in the class immediately stepped aside and said, “Ah, Teacher Song, don’t take a photo of me.”

Yao Xinxin looked very pretty today, with long pink hair and sparkling eyes. When she saw the teacher, she became a bit shy and greeted Song Fuzhi.

Song Fuzhi complimented her, “Quite authentic; she looks good.”

The students immediately exclaimed, “Wow.”

Students from other classes were not as afraid of Song Fuzhi, and they were bold. One of them gave Song Fuzhi a thumbs up: “Teacher knows her stuff; we all agree that Xinjie looks the most authentic.”

With the phrase “authentic,” the students realized that Teacher Song, despite being serious during class, is indeed an anime enthusiast in private.

The students became more lively, asking Song Fuzhi how many episodes she had watched, her favorite character, whether she followed the manga, and how the current plot was unfolding.

It was too noisy, and Song Fuzhi couldn’t be bothered to answer in detail. Instead, she pointed to a Gundam model on the table and asked, “Is this yours?”

A shy boy from another class raised his hand and said, “Uh, yes, it’s mine.”

Song Fuzhi raised an eyebrow and said, “Freedom Gundam? I assembled an MG before; yours is an MGEX, right?”

“Wow.” The boy got excited, stood up directly, and went to the table. “Yes, yes.”

This was a true enthusiast; only someone who had played with plastic models themselves could quickly and accurately identify different product lines.

Song Fuzhi bent down and looked closely, praising, “The details are handled very well.”

The boy felt like he had found a kindred spirit. Ignoring the student-teacher relationship, Song Fuzhi was now a fellow model enthusiast to him. They stood together discussing Gundam models for a long time, using many terms that others couldn’t understand.

“Wow.” Yao Xinxin widened her eyes. “Teacher Song is amazing.”

Fang Tong was also listening nearby, couldn’t understand, retreated, and said to Yao Xinxin, “Our Teacher Song is low-key, but he’s got two axes.”

At this moment, Song Fuzhi was very approachable, which made the students find it refreshing.

It turns out Teacher Song has this side too.

Yao Xinxin looked at her watch, becoming a bit anxious. “Where’s Yuan Jun? Hasn’t he arrived yet?”

“Only him is missing, and we can’t take a group photo.”

Fang Tong sighed. “Seems like he’s still not in a good mood. I’ll go check on him.”

When Song Fuzhi heard this, she raised her head and asked, “What’s wrong with Yuan Jun?”

Yao Xinxin glanced at Song Fuzhi, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, “Yuan Jun… didn’t perform well in the midterm exam. His parents were not happy about him coming to the carnival to play cosplay. They think he should reflect at home. It seems like they had an argument this morning.”

Just as she was speaking, Fang Tong brought Yuan Jun over, as if still consoling him.

Yuan Jun had already dressed up in his cosplay outfit, but his expression remained unhappy. Occasionally, Fang Tong made him smile, but it wasn’t a genuine smile.

Arriving at the anime society area, Yuan Jun looked up and called out, “Teacher Song.”

Song Fuzhi’s expression softened. “Not feeling too good?”

Students who didn’t perform well in exams didn’t have the courage to stand straight in front of Teacher Song. Yuan Jun shrank his shoulders and said, “Teacher, I will do better next time.”

“What’s the rush to think about exams now?” Song Fuzhi said. “If you’re not in a good mood now, you didn’t study well before, and now you’re not enjoying the carnival, it’s not worth it.”

“The club carnival is for having fun and promoting your club. Spend this time happily, and we’ll talk about study-related matters next Monday. Use your time now for what’s happening now.”

Unexpectedly, Teacher Song advised him to “have fun.” Yuan Jun was a bit unable to recover.

“There are many more exams to come, and the knowledge you haven’t mastered can still be made up. But this is your last high school club carnival. At this moment, what is more important?”

Yuan Jun was still a bit dazed, and Song Fuzhi patted his shoulder and said, “Go on, get into position, and I’ll take a photo of you guys.”

“Come on, come on!”

Fang Tong put his arm around Yuan Jun and said, “Don’t think too much; just smile!”

In the afternoon of the carnival, there were performances and club recruitment presentations. They asked Song Fuzhi if she would participate, but she shook her head, saying she had something to do. The students still felt a bit regretful.

Luo Luli called Song Fuzhi, saying she was ready to go out.

Holding the cold noodle dish that Old Zhou had helped him get from the Gourmet Club, amidst the goodbyes of the students dressed in “strange costumes,” Song Fuzhi left the school early.

Song Fuzhi felt quite cheerful this morning; chatting with the students about their interests without any reservations was enjoyable. They often brought up ideas that Song Fuzhi hadn’t thought of, which was interesting.

When he arrived downstairs, watching Luo Luli with her long legs push a suitcase out of the corridor, Song Fuzhi was shocked.

“So much stuff?” Song Fuzhi asked.

Luo Luli pouted, “Not finished yet. Your knife is still upstairs; go get it yourself.”

It turned out that cosplayers with a lot of equipment would push suitcases to anime conventions.

In the morning, amidst a crowd of students, Song Fuzhi had fun, but now, outside the convention venue, when the makeup artist was applying makeup for him, Song Fuzhi became nervous.

After all, Song Fuzhi had rarely put on makeup in his life. His eyelids kept trembling when drawing eyeliner, and the makeup artist laughed, “Brother, is this your first time cosplaying?”

Luo Luli laughed on the side. “Yes, it’s his first time!”

Song Fuzhi was still quite nervous, especially when the makeup artist finished the makeup, put on the hairnet for him, and then put on the green wig.