Chapter 69: Exclusive to Jinjiang 2/2

But Shi Zhang had been a coser for over ten years, and the identity of a coser had deeply become a part of his life. Any comments on “Octopus,” in Shi Zhang’s view, were comments on himself.

Seeing the negative comments about FuFu, Shi Zhang naturally felt that they were directed at Song Fuzhi.

Shi Zhang frowned as he looked at Song Fuzhi for a while, suddenly leaned in, and kissed him on the neck.

The pudding was sweet, but Shi Zhang exerted a lot of force, as if he wanted to swallow Song Fuzhi like pudding.

Suddenly, with this action, Song Fuzhi’s breath also became rapid, and Shi Zhang accidentally bit his tongue.

Shi Zhang seemed a bit angry.

Song Fuzhi also looked at him and asked, “What are you doing suddenly?”

Shi Zhang’s complexion didn’t look too good; he pinched Song Fuzhi’s chin but didn’t dare to use too much force; his tone was quite stern. “If you weren’t feeling unwell right now, I really want to give you another round.”

 The tone was too intense, and Song Fuzhi’s mind went blank for a moment, his body unconsciously responding to the stress.

The overwhelming and abrupt impact made Song Fuzhi struggle between life and death for the entire night.

Shi Zhang, grinding his teeth near Song Fuzhi’s ear, unintentionally squeezed Song Fuzhi’s waist, as if trying to mold him into his embrace. “If you encounter this kind of situation again in the future, do you still not plan to find me and intend to shoulder it alone?”

In the midst of trembling, Song Fuzhi understood. He spoke hoarsely, “I know; I’ll tell you in the future.”

Shi Zhang didn’t ease his grip; his tone carried a hint of urgency. “Just like when you get angry seeing me injured during field research, I feel the same. Professor Song, I also want to protect you. I just want to protect you.”

Song Fuzhi’s heart stirred, and his voice became less clear. “I understand.”

Shi Zhang lowered his eyes, his jaw moving. The pressure in his hand around Song Fuzhi’s wrist increased, carrying a warning.

“Keep this account in mind; we’ll settle it slowly,” he said, his breath passing over Song Fuzhi’s neck.

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The two talked for a long time, finished their candlelit late-night snack, and Song Fuzhi, lounging in the recliner, gradually became a bit drowsy.

This whole day was exhausting, combining exercise and heartfelt conversation.

Luckily, their birthdays fell during the winter break; otherwise, Professor Song would have had to take half a week off.

Shi Zhang had just given him a stern warning, and Song Fuzhi didn’t have the energy to care right now.

In the end, he probably couldn’t do anything about it. Even if Shi Zhang was still upset, he had to endure it. Song Fuzhi felt like he was now wearing a layer of golden armor.

As for settling scores later… Well, Professor Song might actually look forward to it.

Song Fuzhi understood that Shi Zhang probably hoped he would come to him. After all, the Octopus Teacher could directly solve this problem. However, Shi Zhang seemed to suddenly reveal a sharp side, even a bit irritable, different from the usual calm and gentle professor.

The usual Shi Zhang was always calm and gentle, handling problems by laying them out for discussion. But the Professor Song from before had shown clear emotion, grabbing onto a point and repeatedly asking why Song Fuzhi didn’t seek help from him, asking if he was going to shoulder it alone.

It seemed like this matter touched a nerve for Shi Zhang.

Song Fuzhi thought it was probably because Shi Zhang cared too much about him, hence the intense reaction.

Shi Zhang washed the dishes, sat next to Song Fuzhi, and his expression still wasn’t great.

Song Fuzhi turned his head, rubbing him. “Don’t be angry anymore.”

Shi Zhang, with a black face, said, “Not angry.”

Clearly, he was still upset.

After a while, Shi Zhang silently reached out and used just the right amount of force to massage Song Fuzhi’s waist.

The two of them massaging each other—Song Fuzhi’s head and Shi Zhang’s waist—made for a somewhat comical scene.

The remaining trace of anger dissipated slowly, the cool breeze passing by gently.

Song Fuzhi, half-asleep, complained, “I spent my whole birthday sleeping.”

Shi Zhang fell silent for a moment, realizing he bore at least half the responsibility.

Originally, he had planned a whole day of activities with the assassin, but it turned into spending the day sleeping with the assassin.

“What do you want to do for your next birthday? Tell me in advance,” Shi Zhang earnestly asked.

“I don’t know.” Song Fuzhi pretended to be angry, glaring at him with slightly narrowed eyes. His voice gradually softened. “Even if you want to be so intense, at least wait until I finish celebrating my birthday.”

Shi Zhang chuckled softly for a while, a very magnetic laughter.

He invited Song Fuzhi to respond, his voice gentle: “Teacher Song, are you satisfied?”

Song Fuzhi paused for a few seconds, admitting without a change in expression or heartbeat, “Satisfied.”

Shi Zhang’s tail was about to wag to the sky.

Song Fuzhi added, “It would be even better if there was a blanket on the window sill.”

Shi Zhang, at his words, paused and lifted the loose leg of Song Fuzhi’s sleep pants, pushing it up along the small leg.

There was a bruise on one knee, standing out on the fair skin.

The other leg also had one.

“It didn’t look this scary when I showered this morning.” Shi Zhang felt sorry, massaging with the palm of his hand. “I was wrong.”

“Hmm,” Song Fuzhi said, closing his eyes. “Remember to improve next time.”

Shi Zhang laughed softly, promising, “I have to note it down, so I remember to improve next time.”

It was only now that Song Fuzhi realized he hadn’t looked at his phone all day.

He asked Shi Zhang to hand over the phone, and upon opening it, he saw several missed calls.

Both Mrs. Wang and his father had called him during the day, and he missed them all.

“Oh no,” Song Fuzhi said, taking a deep breath. “I missed my parents’ calls.”

Shi Zhang immediately reassured him, “Don’t worry. I saw my parents’ calls and called them back, saying you’re fine.”

“You took the initiative to call the head teacher?” Song Fuzhi couldn’t help but smile. “What did they ask?”

Shi Zhang fell silent for a few seconds, coughed lightly, and said in a low voice, “They asked what you were doing and why you didn’t answer the phone.”

“How did you respond?” Song Fuzhi asked.

Shi Zhang touched his nose. “I said you were sleeping.”

Song Fuzhi couldn’t help but laugh. “Professor Shi is really honest and straightforward.”

Yeah, celebrating a birthday in broad daylight while sleeping is indeed very normal.

At the time, when his parents asked suddenly, Song Fuzhi was lying peacefully beside Shi Zhang, his nerves completely relaxed and at ease. How could he come up with any reason? Naturally, he spoke the truth.

Shi Zhang, jokingly, said, “As teachers, we should be honest.”

“Hahaha, good!” Song Fuzhi laughed. Actually, there was nothing to hide.

Both of them were adults, and parents wouldn’t mind legal things. Besides, it was Shi Zhang who answered the call.

Song Fuzhi seemed quite interested and continued to inquire, “What did they say?”

“…” Shi Zhang’s gaze shifted slightly to the side, whispering, “Mrs. Wang advised us to take care and make some soup.”

 Song Fuzhi silently laughed.

Shi Zhang also chuckled and continued, “Dad told us not to oversleep; it makes you stupid.”

This time, Song Fuzhi burst into laughter, supporting his forehead and laughing for a long time.

So, it turns out that Old Song is concerned about sleep health.

The two chatted nonsense for a while. Suddenly, Shi Zhang looked at Song Fuzhi and said, “By the way.”

Song Fuzhi: “Hmm?”

“You are in the top three on the rankings and can be a guest on a cosplay show. Do you know?” Shi Zhang asked.

Song Fuzhi slightly frowned and said, “I know.”

Shi Zhang asked, “Do you want to go?”

It was a simple question, but when Song Fuzhi looked at Shi Zhang, who was half-hidden in the night, his eyes sparkled.

He seemed to be looking forward to it.

Song Fuzhi didn’t answer immediately. Shi Zhang continued in a casual tone, “If you want to, we can go together as special guests. With makeup, you probably won’t be recognized. It’s Zhong Ziyan’s territory; we can have some fun.”

“Doing something special?” Song Fuzhi smiled.

The great professor said seriously, “How can it be considered doing something special when we go to our friend’s place?”

Song Fuzhi leaned towards Shi Zhang, looking at him seriously. “Do you want to go?”

Shi Zhang didn’t answer immediately; only his Adam’s apple moved.

Originally, Shi Zhang left the circle to be responsible for his marriage, but in fact, his passion for cosplay didn’t diminish. After so long in marriage, he found out that he and his husband had the same hobby. Moreover, his husband gave her cosplay as a birthday gift.

Now, Shi Zhang not only had the opportunity to return to his old profession but also gained the best partner in the world.

The chance to showcase in front of everyone was right in front of him, and anyone would be excited, especially Shi Zhang.

Looking at his reserved and low-key appearance, only he knew how much he wanted to show off Song Fuzhi to everyone.

Song Fuzhi laughed when he saw Shi Zhang’s expression.

Shi Zhang maintained his expression. “What are you laughing at?”

Song Fuzhi said, “Your face clearly says three big words: good, want, and go.”

“Cough.” Shi Zhang coughed lightly, covering his mouth with a fist. “So-so.”

Song Fuzhi raised an eyebrow. “Say one thing, think another. As a teacher, your words should match your heart.”

Shi Zhang was helpless when it came to the moral standards of a teacher.

“Alright, I’ll tell the truth.” Shi Zhang surrendered, admitting, “I really want to go.”

“Okay, good.” Song Fuzhi nodded with a smile. “Then let’s go together.”

Shi Zhang immediately said, “No, Professor Song, consider whether you want to go or not; don’t be influenced by me.”

“I know.” Song Fuzhi had already considered it.

He thought that if he could stand on the stage with Octopus Teacher, whom he had always liked, it would probably be a wonderful thing.

Of course, there might be some risks, like the possibility of being recognized by students, or he might not be able to let go completely.

But Song Fuzhi thought about it. Life is short, and the girls in the class dared to chase their dreams at the age of sixteen. The children ran freely at the sports meeting, practicing hard to compete for first place.

Life has many other possibilities that Song Fuzhi has never experienced.

Being on stage, cosplaying with a loved one, was something Old Song had longed for but never dared to do.

This opportunity seemed like a shining pearl, not a necessity, but it might bring Song Fuzhi some new and fresh experiences that he had never imagined.

If it were the Professor Song from a year ago, being invited to perform in cosplay on stage would probably seem like a fantasy.

But now, Song Fuzhi thought he might give it a try.

Not only because of Shi Zhang but also because it was his own wish.

Shi Zhang waited for a while without hearing a response and said gently, “It’s okay. It’s fine if you don’t want to go.”

Song Fuzhi suddenly grabbed Shi Zhang’s arm.

He deliberately stopped for quite a while, teasing Shi Zhang’s appetite. With a playful smile in his eyes, he said slowly, “I’m honored, Octopus Teacher.”