Chapter 67: Exclusive on Jinjiang 1/2

Song Fuzhi still intended to use wireless screen mirroring.

Although it was a bit cumbersome, the results would have been better.

Planning ahead, after setting up the screen, Song Fuzhi messaged Luo Luli. They would then ask Shi Zhang to come home.

After Shi Zhang returned home, Song Fuzhi planned to invite him to watch a movie. Of course, Shi Zhang wouldn’t refuse.

When the climax of the movie approached, Song Fuzhi quietly projected the videos onto the TV. If everything went as planned, he would see Shi Zhang gradually astonished.

Thinking about it, Song Fuzhi felt a bit excited.

Setting up the screen wasn’t difficult, mainly because of anxiety, which made it even more challenging.

Errors here and there, unable to log in, unable to find a signal, made a sweat bead on Song Fuzhi’s forehead.

When he finally saw his videos successfully appear on TV, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Checking the time, not many minutes had passed.

Song Fuzhi, meticulous as he was, navigated through the video software on his phone, ensuring the transitions between the videos were smooth and that all the actions on his phone synchronized with the TV.

After sending the last video, Song Fuzhi didn’t spend much time on the app. A few days ago, it was Luo Luli who excitedly told him that he had topped the ranking.

Song Fuzhi only then realized that he had ascended to the top, surpassing Wen Qian.

Although the ranking was an unimportant number to Song Fuzhi, it at least vividly reflected the audience’s support for him.

Song Fuzhi felt grateful.

Now, Song Fuzhi absentmindedly scrolled through and found that he had dropped to the second position again, with Wen Qian regaining the lead.

The message notifications had an exaggerated red dot, all piling up to 99+.

Song Fuzhi didn’t pay much attention to these; he only hoped that Shi Zhang would like the gift he had prepared.

Truth be told, when it came down to it, Song Fuzhi realized he wasn’t quite sure about Shi Zhang’s reaction.

Will Shi Zhang appreciate this clumsy tribute to himself?

Will he really dislike this behavior of ‘riding on the trend’ as some comments suggest?

Song Fuzhi was originally uneasy, but when she thought of Shi Zhang, his subdued emotions this afternoon kept appearing in her mind.

Few words, deep gaze, as if self-restrained, making it impossible to see what he’s thinking.

Others may not see it, but Song Fuzhi knows that something is not right with him.

Thinking about the photo she saw on Shi Zhang’s desk this morning, Song Fuzhi naturally speculated whether Shi Zhang’s former family members had caused trouble for him again.

If that’s the case, and Shi Zhang didn’t tell him, Song Fuzhi would feel a bit angry.

He believed that they should unconditionally support each other as lovers.

Song Fuzhi sighed silently, but what could be done? These things take time.

On his birthday, he should still be happy.

Song Fuzhi pulled up his own video, prepared to watch it one last time, make sure everything was fine, then switch to a movie and ask Luo Luli to bring Shi Zhang home.

The music in the first video was a grand European symphony, and the sound was a bit loud, so Song Fuzhi didn’t notice the slight sound of the front door being opened.

The cool breeze on the way home made Shi Zhang a little calmer.

Looking at himself, the professor in a suit was still neat, holding a gun in his hand, with a burning gaze and confident strides.

Fortunately, there were not many people in the neighborhood at night, or Professor Shi would spend the night in the police station for his conspicuous appearance.

Shi Zhang calmed down a bit on the way home, casually stuffing the gun into his pants pocket and carefully hiding the rose behind his back.

Entering the elevator, his heartbeat accelerated with each ascending number.

The words he had just seen appeared again in his mind.

Ding, the elevator arrived.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Shi Zhang walked out sideways with large strides.

Damn, he couldn’t calm down at all.

Silently unlocking the door, Shi Zhang, exuding a chilling aura from his well-tempered body, pushed open the door.

There were a few seconds of blank space between the two videos. Song Fuzhi was huddled on the sofa, suddenly alert, sitting up straight.

He heard the sound of men’s leather shoes on the floor tiles, one step at a time, approaching him steadily from behind.

Song Fuzhi broke into a cold sweat instantly, turned his head, and saw the man in front of him, his pupils contracting.

He felt like an invisible knife was pressed against his artery.

Song Fuzhi’s brain froze, and he couldn’t utter a word, staring straight at the man in front of him.

He almost felt dazed for two seconds, thinking that the character from the manga had really come to life before his eyes.

Two seconds later, Song Fuzhi’s throat trembled more violently because the man in front of him was Shi Zhang.

It’s Teacher Zhang Octopus.

“You…”

Song Fuzhi uttered a sound from his throat, his eyes fixed on Shi Zhang, his voice too hoarse.

Shi Zhang glanced at the paused TV screen, his gaze dim for a few seconds, then suddenly sank again.

Terrifyingly black, covering the abyss-like madness underneath.

Song Fuzhi wanted to get up from the sofa but found that his limbs were weak, almost unable to exert any force.

So he could only watch as the man walked towards him step by step, the exquisitely crafted retro leather shoes stepping on the shiny tiles.

Shi Zhang looked down at Song Fuzhi, picking up his chin with the barrel of the gun.

The icy muzzle pressed against his throat, and although he knew it wasn’t real, Song Fuzhi couldn’t even breathe.

“Do you know me?”

Shi Zhang lowered his eyes, coldly speaking as if executing a mission.

I really like an elegant assassin, possessing the ability to easily control the situation.

Song Fuzhi opened his mouth, softly calling him “Shi Zhang.”

Shi Zhang: “No.”

Forcing his jaw, the fingers pinching his chin exerted more force, making Song Fuzhi lift his face even higher.

Looking up from below, Shi Zhang’s broad chest was wrapped in a refined suit, towering against the light.

Song Fuzhi’s eyes trembled, finally calling out in a hoarse voice, “Teacher Octopus…”

Shi Zhang paused, suddenly releasing Song Fuzhi’s chin, his fingers gently wiping across his moist eye corner.

“When did you find out?” Shi Zhang’s voice was dark.

Song Fuzhi pursed his lips and said, “When I went to your house to take care of the red falcon, it rained, and you asked me to go to the storage room to get a pole to set up the rain shed. I entered the wrong room and saw your dressing room full of cosplay costumes.”

Shi Zhang’s eyes narrowed. “You entered that room?”

There were still plant specimens on the wall deep in the room, and there were other things in the innermost cabinet.

Did Song Fuzhi see all these things?

Song Fuzhi didn’t think so much, saying quickly, “I just stood at the door for a while and recognized it. It was too easy to recognize.”

“Too easy to recognize…” Shi Zhang murmured. “Since when did you start watching that coser named Octopus?”

Song Fuzhi’s face blushed slightly, not answering.

He just boldly tugged at the fingertips of Shi Zhang’s gloved hand.

“Teacher Octopus, I’ve prepared a birthday gift for you.”

Shi Zhang’s eyes flickered, and he casually curled his lips. “Preparing a birthday gift for an assassin?”

This sarcastically proud look hit Song Fuzhi too accurately, instantly immersing him in the scenario.

Song Fuzhi released Shi Zhang’s hand, slid along the gun he was holding, lifted it slightly, and aimed the muzzle at his own heart.

With his face raised, Song Fuzhi blinked at Shi Zhang. “So, Mr. Assassin, are you going to kill me?”

The handsome man tilted his head in a completely gentle posture, eyes flashing with a challenging light, one eyebrow lightly raised, and a spoiled and arrogant appearance, as if he had shot Shi Zhang in the heart.

With the obvious sliding of Adam’s apple, Shi Zhang couldn’t take it anymore, suddenly bent down without warning, and pressed Song Fuzhi’s shoulder, pushing him into the soft sofa.

Song Fuzhi’s head was held in place by a large hand on the back of his head, and he was kissed until he was dazed.

In a daze, he felt a flower being stuffed into his hand with inconspicuous thorns on the stem, pricking his skin.

The hand holding the back of his neck loosened, and Shi Zhang finally let him go.

Returning from the long kiss, Song Fuzhi saw a bright red rose in his hand.

Shi Zhang’s husky voice poured into Song Fuzhi’s ears, saying, “The assassin loves you.”

Song Fuzhi’s heart suddenly moved, like a bullet piercing through.

The assassin doesn’t kill you; the assassin loves you.

What he took out was not a gun but a bouquet of roses.

For a moment, Song Fuzhi couldn’t say anything. With one hand holding the flower and the other subconsciously climbing Shi Zhang’s arm, he seemed to want to get closer to him.

The cold suit fabric rubbed against his palm, and besides that, Song Fuzhi felt a slightly raised circular object. He blinked.

“Sleeve garter?” Song Fuzhi asked.

Shi Zhang smiled and nodded.

Song Fuzhi silently pulled at the collar of the suit, and Shi Zhang, following his fingertips, took off the suit jacket with a dignified and graceful movement.

The classical gentleman’s formal accessory, the leather strap, was tightly stretched by the bulging arm muscles.

Song Fuzhi stared at his sleeve garter, his eyes fixed without blinking.

“Like it?” Shi Zhang asked, holding Song Fuzhi’s hand on the black leather fine loop.

“Like it,” Song Fuzhi replied.

Without holding back, Song Fuzhi used some force to pinch Shi Zhang’s sturdy arm muscles and caress the circular line of the sleeve garter.

More than just liking it, he couldn’t put it down.

More than just liking this outfit, tonight’s surprise from Teacher Octopus, from appearance to temperament, completely hit Song Fuzhi’s preferences. His blood was boiling, and his heart was beating so heavily that it felt like it would burst.

However, Shi Zhang squinted his eyes.

Every suggestion from Luo Luli was extremely accurate, and Shi Zhang inexplicably felt a bit uncomfortable.

From character selection to the details to the chat records that Shi Zhang saw…

Shi Zhang leisurely put on the leather gloves again, asking with a difficult-to-discern tone, “What do you usually talk about with Luo Luli?”

Song Fuzhi took a breath and answered, “Just normal things, like what delicious food we’ve had and what interesting things we’ve seen.”

Why suddenly mention Luo Luli?

Song Fuzhi thought for a moment, and Shi Zhang’s thorough preparation tonight might have been asked about by Luo Luli. He would have to catch her for questioning later.

“What interesting things have you seen?” Shi Zhang pressed on. “Like cosplayers?”

Song Fuzhi nodded. “Basically, I’m the one sharing cosplayers; she doesn’t really watch.”

Shi Zhang continued to probe, “Then which cosplayer do you like the most?”

Song Fuzhi smiled and asked, “What do you think?”

In fact, their usual discussions about cosplayers were not just about looks. Song Fuzhi thought, but luckily Shi Zhang couldn’t see his chat records with Luo Luli.

For most people, fantasies are a private collection.

Countless couples who have been married for many years may find it challenging to be honest with each other on this matter.

Moreover, it was Song Fuzhi, who was used to being reserved. He never shared his fantasies with anyone except his best friend.