Chapter 68: Exclusive on Jinjiang 2/2

The veins on Shi Zhang’s hand were visible, holding tightly. The hand below looked more slender, the fingertips were fair and naturally positioned, and the owner of this hand might be asleep.

A few strands of black hair at the edge of the photo are gently spread on the pillow.

The caption above the picture was:

“Yesterday, I received the best birthday gift of my life. After thinking it over, I feel like I must have saved countless Milky Ways in parallel worlds in my previous life to meet you in this life.”

“Today is your birthday; happy birthday, my husband.”

Almost instantly, the comment section exploded.

But none of this concerned him.

Shi Zhang put away his phone and returned to the previous position, softly gazing at the sleeping face of his lover.

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Shi Zhang slept for a while again, waking up when the sky was completely dark.

The person beside him, Song Fuzhi, still hadn’t awakened.

Professor Shi belatedly realized if he had gone too far.

But thinking back, Song Fuzhi responded positively, so Shi Zhang gradually stopped being reserved.

They entered a good state, then an even better one. Shi Zhang later had only one thought in his mind, and he couldn’t care about anything else.

Song Fuzhi was still sleeping, so Shi Zhang quietly got up, poured a glass of warm water for him, and placed it on the bedside table. Apologetically, he gave him a kiss.

The house was in a mess, like a typhoon had swept through.

Shi Zhang, with an unchanged expression, watched it all, feeling that he performed quite well. At least the furniture wasn’t damaged.

But after counting, he probably needed to buy three new carpets.

Ah, this kind of feast couldn’t be enjoyed frequently; it cost money, time, and effort. And who knew if his husband would kick him out after waking up?

Shi Zhang cleaned up the battlefield, which was almost equivalent to a thorough cleaning of the entire house.

However, Shi Zhang had never done such a delightful cleaning, and every room triggered vivid memories of last night.

Shi Zhang thought this year’s birthday memories would probably stay with him until the end.

While cleaning the study, Shi Zhang carefully put the “Leaf Live Diary” that Song Fuzhi gave him into his drawer.

Well, since it was given to him, this thing now belongs to him.

Everything was cleaned up, except for the rose petals scattered throughout the house, which Shi Zhang collected meticulously.

After all, he had promised to teach Song Fuzhi how to make plant specimens.

Shi Zhang tidied everything up and quietly returned to the bedroom.

The person on the bed still hadn’t woken up; he just turned over, placing his hands and feet on the side where he had just slept.

Picking up his phone to check messages, Shi Zhang remembered that he seemed to have posted a bragging Weibo a couple of hours ago.

He expected many replies, but he didn’t expect it to explode like this. In just a short while, there were already thousands of comments.

OMG, I’m going to die!

Mom, what did I just see?! Teacher Octopus, who never posts about daily life, actually posted a picture with his husband!

Wait, so yesterday was your birthday, and today is your husband’s birthday? How are you guys so fateful?

This picture—ahhhh, the hands of both are so beautiful, I’m screaming! I’m crazy!

Wait a minute, are you all so innocent? The only thing I focus on is that they’re in bed, right? This angle, this posture, this kind of partially concealed shooting method—what does this mean, Teacher Octopus? Can we see this? So spicy!!

I think Teacher Zhang just wants to show off his husband.

That’s what I think too.

Add me—ahhh, more daily life for the couple! Although we can’t see cosplay, daily life is good too!

Professor Shi admitted that every comment struck a chord with him.

Whether it was praising Song Fuzhi, envying their marriage, or blessing them, Shi Zhang enjoyed them all.

He scrolled down silently, the corners of his mouth lifting higher and higher. However, when he saw one comment, he paused.

If you want to ship, ship a real CP! Real husbands are the most fragrant. Seriously, that idiot Wen Qian, bumping around in the video software, and so many people shipping the CP, are really speechless!

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Actually, Shi Zhang had been in the Coser circle for many years, and he had seen everything.

He wasn’t a full-time coworker, didn’t want to get involved in many things, and was too lazy to inquire. However, that didn’t mean he was ignorant.

Stirring up CP, following trends, and riding on the hype were indeed phenomena in the community.

In recent years, after the boom of the second dimension, many commercial cosers entered the market. Most of them were good-looking, with professional teams handling makeup and backgrounds, resulting in impressive effects. Nowadays, many offline events and exhibitions love to invite cosers. Where there’s business, there are people making money, which was understandable.

The Octopus Teacher had never bothered with these things; he just cosplayed his characters.

Over the years, some people have sneakily tried to hype the CP between him and Shi Zhang. After all, the nickname “Top” wasn’t given without reason.

But as long as it wasn’t too much, Shi Zhang couldn’t be bothered, and saying more than a sentence was a waste of time.

However, things are different now. Why the hell was someone still hyping a fake CP?

The mention of “video software” in that comment caught Shi Zhang’s attention, and suddenly, he wanted to watch Song Fuzhi’s videos again.

Shi Zhang quickly exited Weibo and entered the video software.

Yesterday, he had watched the gift video with Song Fuzhi several times, but he still felt like it wasn’t enough.

Entering the cosplay category, there were two prominent rankings, one for female cosers and the other for male cosers.

Shi Zhang glanced at it a bit, and in the second position, he saw “FuFu.”

If he remembered correctly, this was Song Fuzhi’s online alias, as seen in the video from yesterday.

Shi Zhang raised an eyebrow. Although he didn’t know the purpose of this ranking, being in the second position was a pretty good achievement, no matter where you put it.

These netizens seemed to have good eyes, Shi Zhang thought.

Looking at Song Fuzhi’s peaceful sleeping face beside him, Shi Zhang put on his headphones, planning to enjoy it himself.

After watching the video once again, Shi Zhang sighed internally. Look at this composition, the color tone, and the control of temperament. It was much better than his original version!

After finishing, Shi Zhang casually entered the comment section.

Not looking would have been fine, but now that he looked, Shi Zhang was stunned. His expression gradually turned cold.

The top few comments were unfriendly, summarizing that FuFu was riding Octopus Teacher’s popularity and claiming he only got to second place by exploiting loopholes.

Shi Zhang frowned tightly and scrolled down. He saw many people praising Song Fuzhi’s cosplay, which somewhat eased his furrowed brows.

As he scrolled down a few more videos, the comment sections were more or less the same—insults ranked high and various factions were arguing, creating a chaotic atmosphere.

Shi Zhang’s face turned completely cold.

Although he wasn’t interested in various disputes, this time it involved Song Fuzhi, so Shi Zhang meticulously went through each comment.

Apart from the chaos, there was another name mentioned in the comment section—Wen Qian.

Shi Zhang read a bit more and quickly grasped the situation.

FuFu accumulated a large number of fans in a short period, quickly becoming a dark horse and reaching first place, surpassing the original first, Wen Qian.

However, many people thought FuFu’s achievement was inflated and came from riding on hype. They felt sorry for Wen Qian. These days, Wen Qian’s fans were vigorously voting, allowing him to reclaim the first position.

Ordinary people might just pass by and not care about first or second place, but Shi Zhang was sensitive to this, especially with so many manipulative comments in Song Fuzhi’s comment section. Most likely, it was orchestrated by Wen Qian.

Perhaps Song Fuzhi didn’t speak up online because he wanted to keep the secret. If he had told Shi Zhang in advance, the birthday surprise would have been ruined.

Thinking about this, Shi Zhang felt distressed, each pang of pain stabbing his heart.

He had a faint impression of Wen Qian, probably cooperating once or twice.

Shi Zhang opened Wen Qian’s profile with a stern expression, and the latest dynamic was a thank-you message.

“Thank you all for your support, allowing me to return to the first place. I’m so moved; I will continue to work hard!”

Underneath, Wen Qian’s fans were shouting “Qian Qian is amazing,” saying he “deserved the recognition.” Shi Zhang couldn’t help but furrow his brows.

Some users who liked FuFu raised doubts in the comment section, but they were quickly besieged by Wen Qian’s fans.

Wen Qian’s actions were not so obvious, but someone familiar with the routine could easily discern them.

The problem was that there was no evidence; ordinary people couldn’t prove that these water army comments were arranged by Wen Qian.

But Shi Zhang was not an ordinary person.

He went into the ranking to study it, and when he saw the sponsor column, the name “Fengyan Group” was glaring.

The top three winners had the opportunity to participate in a companion live broadcast program, and when Shi Zhang saw this, he remembered something.

Not long ago, Manager Zhong mentioned it to him, saying her company invested in a new project and hoped Octopus Teacher could make an appearance.

It turned out that Manager Zhong was the ultimate big sponsor for this ranking activity.

It was such a coincidence that it came at the right time, and Shi Zhang had no intention of holding back.

Gently stroking Song Fuzhi’s forehead as he slept, Shi Zhang made a call to Zhong Ziyan.