Who Says Old Two-Dimensional People Can’t get Married!
Who Says Old Two-Dimensional People Can’t get Married! Chapter 61.1

Chapter 61: Exclusive on Jinjiang 1/2

The next morning, while brushing his teeth, Song Fuzhi looked in the mirror and found hickies from his collarbone to the side of his neck.

He cursed in his heart and changed into the highest-collared shirt he had. However, a half-bloomed red mark was still exposed.

Shi Zhang was making breakfast in the kitchen, and Song Fuzhi was brewing low-pressure, standing next to Shi Zhang.

“Are you up?” Shi Zhang scooped the fried eggs into a bowl, wearing a new apron with a cute bear pattern. He naturally turned around, leaned over, and planted a light kiss on Song Fuzhi’s forehead.

“Breakfast is almost ready.”

In an instant, Song Fuzhi’s temper vanished.

Shi Zhang, holding the bowl, was about to walk out, but Song Fuzhi stopped him, pressing against his stomach.

Song Fuzhi slightly tilted his head, lifting his chin, and hooked his index finger on the collar, revealing a bit of ambiguity. He assumed a posture of questioning and accountability: “I can’t even cover it with a shirt.”

This posture was quite provocative.

By intentionally revealing ambiguous traces, he made Shi Zhang suspect if it was deliberate.

Without saying a word, Shi Zhang subtly avoided Song Fuzhi and placed breakfast on the table.

“Let’s eat.”

Song Fuzhi’s neckline was still wide open, and he emphasized, “I have classes today.”

Shi Zhang handed chopsticks to Song Fuzhi and said gently, “Eat.”

Song Fuzhi replied with emphasis, “Don’t make it so obvious…”

Shi Zhang silently put down the chopsticks and suddenly pulled Song Fuzhi into his arms, pressing his hand against Song Fuzhi’s abdomen.

The latter part of the sentence got stuck in his throat, and Song Fuzhi’s body stiffened suddenly. Anyone being pressed like this would tense up. He turned slightly, and his ears turned red.

“Early in the morning,” Shi Zhang’s expression was a mix of patience and helplessness. Finally, unable to bear it, he patted Song Fuzhi on the waist, as if reprimanding an unruly child. “Song teacher, don’t be naughty.”

So, Teacher Song dared not be naughty anymore.

After breakfast, Song Fuzhi sat quietly, and Shi Zhang found him a high-necked undershirt, covering his neck securely.

“I didn’t pay attention last night,” Shi Zhang reflected with lowered eyes. “I’ll pay more attention in the future.”

“I didn’t blame you,” mumbled Song Fuzhi. “It’s just inconvenient today because I have to work.”

“I know,” Shizhang said, looking at him.

After a while, Shi Zhang shifted his gaze away and said slowly, “You talked on the phone with a friend for too long yesterday.”

Song Fuzhi opened his mouth in surprise.

Ah, so it was because of that.

The two sat quietly for breakfast, and Song Fuzhi, in the midst of eating, suddenly laughed softly.

Shi Zhang asked what was wrong.

Song Fuzhi shook his head with a smile and changed the topic with a few words.

The professor is strangely cute.

Only this brief moment in the early morning at home was peaceful. Song Fuzhi was like going to war as soon as he arrived at school, checking assignments during the morning self-study, getting caught by a teacher for a class change, and being busy all day.

It wasn’t until almost afternoon that Song Fuzhi took a break.

The cafeteria had sold out for lunch, so Song Fuzhi had to go out to eat.

While waiting for the meal, he opened his phone, and the notifications overwhelmed him.

Aside from a message from Luo Luli saying, “Should I respond?” the rest were all from the video platform.

Song Fuzhi felt a bit dazed; he almost forgot about this side of things.

After a night and a day of fermentation, the comments under the video were chaotic, and it was impossible to read them all.

The teacher was really puzzled. Didn’t everyone have work or study to do?

After glancing through for a while, Song Fuzhi summarized that it was basically the same as what was said last night.

One, that he was riding on Teacher Zhang’s popularity, and two, that he probably didn’t show his face because he wasn’t good-looking.

Song Fuzhi fully agreed that the cosplays were characters from Teacher Zhang’s previous works. He could understand that.

As for the second point, the issue of showing his face or not, Song Fuzhi had discussed it with Luo Luli before.

Originally, Song Fuzhi didn’t want to show his face much because he was afraid students would recognize him. Luo Luli assured him, saying that with makeup and a wig, it’s highly unlikely they’d recognize him. Even if there were suspicions, if he didn’t admit it, they wouldn’t be able to confirm.

But Song Fuzhi still didn’t agree.

In fact, deep down, Song Fuzhi hadn’t fully adapted to this new identity.

A cosplayer, really? For the former Song Fuzhi, that was a chef.

Who could have expected that he, who had eaten plain rice for so many years, would suddenly become a half-baked chef?

Using the alias “FuFu,” covering his face, allowed Song Fuzhi to shed many concerns and hesitations.

It was like a little elf hidden in his heart, finally able to break free from the shell of “Teacher Song” and do what he wanted.

Indeed, the influence of public opinion was significant. Overnight, FuFu dropped from the top five to eighth place on the rankings.

Song Fuzhi didn’t care much about the ranking; the only thing that attracted him was the opening screen publicity slot in the first-place reward.

Originally, Song Fuzhi didn’t plan to respond, but after seeing several netizens speak up for him in many comments, he felt he should make a statement.

The meal arrived, and Song Fuzhi picked up a piece of beef, making a simple declaration while eating.

@FuFu: Hello, everyone. It’s true that the last three cosplays were selected from Teacher Zhang’s previous works, and the upcoming ones are also planned that way. I’ve always liked Teacher Zhang’s works and now want to revisit his path in my own way. Stay or leave; thank you for your support.

A straightforward paragraph that clarified everything.

In short, I did choose Teacher Zhang’s work. As for whether I’m riding on popularity, you all have your own judgments.

I’ve also made it clear that the upcoming works will still have characters cosplayed by Teacher Zhang. If you like them, keep watching; if not, feel free to stop.

A short paragraph, and Song Fuzhi received many replies as soon as he posted it.

Fortunately, Song Fuzhi had turned off message notifications long ago. He finished his meal comfortably before opening his phone to read the comments.

Fu Teacher admitted directly and even revealed the upcoming cosplays. I salute you, sir.

-Damn! Which sister guessed yesterday that Fu Teacher is actually Teacher Zhang’s fan and wants to recreate his works? The prophet is here!

Ah, ah, you’re Teacher Zhang’s fan? I’m even more excited! What’s going on?

FuFu is indeed suitable for Teacher Zhang’s characters! And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with cosplaying characters cosplayed by others! The original works are there for everyone to freely cosplay. Update quickly; I really want to see new works!!

Someone supports, and someone opposes.

Hehe, talking about riding on popularity sounds so nice. “Walking the path he walked,” haha, just directly tell everyone you plan to continue riding on it; your ugly side is really showing.

reported to the platform competition official complaint, bye.

Are you really a fan of Teacher Zhang? I’m afraid you’ve been jealous of his good physique for so many years, which you’ve finally trained. Now you can ride on the popularity.

Song Fuzhi smiled when he saw this. If this audience knew what he used to do while looking at Teacher Zhang’s works, would they scold him for insulting his idol?

Both types of responses were within Song Fuzhi’s expectations. Some stay, some leave.

In any case, those who set the tone yesterday were effective.

The comment section became chaotic, the growth of fans slowed down significantly, and many new viewers would ask what happened in the comment section.

But among these comments, Song Fuzhi’s attention was drawn to one, and he carefully read the nested comments, raising his eyebrows gradually.

Ah, because I’ve always been a fan, I want to walk Teacher Zhang’s path again. I suddenly feel a bit moved. Can I say this?

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