Chapter 70: Exclusive to Jinjiang 3/3

Where did this fan come from? Such a grand presence!

I also want to be such a fan, sob.

Online discussions were reaching a fever pitch, and countless netizens had no idea that Teacher Zhangyu and his fan FuFu were sitting in the same room, shoulder to shoulder.

Song Fuzhi watched as Shi Zhang typed rapidly, observed for a while, then propped his chin and said, “It does seem like Teacher Zhangyu has never posted so much before.”

Shi Zhang’s face was ominously dark, unchanged since Wen Qian started speaking.

After hearing Song Fuzhi’s words, his expression darkened even more.

Shi Zhang’s real anger was terrifying because his logical thinking was icy calm, and the rapidly inflating emotions were forcibly compressed to the brink of eruption.

Song Fuzhi’s indifferent attitude directly triggered Shi Zhang’s outburst, which he had held back for so many days and had accumulated several times.

Suddenly, Shi Zhang grabbed Song Fuzhi’s wrist, his voice low and urgent. “All that garbage online has hurt you so much, and you don’t care?”

His grip was strong on her wrist, and Song Fuzhi paused, then held Shi Zhang’s hand back. “It’s okay, calm down.”

As Shi Zhang tightened his grip on her wrist, his brows furrowed. “How can I stay calm? He defamed you like that, and you want me to stay calm?”

In the live broadcast room, Wen Qian’s face turned completely pale.

“Song Fuzhi, when the knife falls on you, how can you just let him strike without saying a word?”

The words were as harsh as iron, and the room fell silent for a few seconds. Song Fuzhi’s gentle gaze gradually became firm.

Song Fuzhi could feel that ever since Shi Zhang found out about the orchestrated online attacks against him, his emotions had been fluctuating greatly. Last time at home, he showed some temper, which was almost unlike the calm professor she knew.

When Shi Zhang found him, he remained so cold, but now it was Song Fuzhi who lost composure over this matter, not Shi Zhang.

Song Fuzhi quietly looked at him, seemingly hoping to see the underlying reasons behind his outburst.

Seeing that Song Fuzhi remained silent, Shi Zhang’s voice became even lower: “You don’t care; that doesn’t mean the harm done to you will disappear. Your reputation, image, and these subjective things might all be ruined by someone good at manipulating public opinion. You may not care, but I care for you. I know how upright you are, so I can’t stand seeing someone slander you even a bit!”

Song Fuzhi hesitated for a moment, then reached up to touch Shi Zhang’s neck, where the pulse was rushing and beating quickly.

Song Fuzhi rubbed it and pressed her thumb down forcefully.

He probably understood that Shi Zhang had been in the community for a long time, had seen a lot, and valued the reputation in the community. He had produced numerous works under the name “Octopus,” and “Zhangyu” and “Professor Shi” were equally important to him.

Song Fuzhi liked cosplay, but having just entered this big world, his focus was still on real life. He kept a clear distinction between the two worlds, so he didn’t take these matters to heart.

Perhaps it was because of their different experiences that led to their different attitudes.

Song Fuzhi spoke steadily, “I appear so indifferent because I want to tell you with my calm attitude that this is not a big deal. It’s not worth getting angry and harming yourself for these people.”

“My apparent indifference doesn’t mean I truly don’t care. I had already prepared evidence for a lawsuit, but Professor Shi solved the problem effortlessly for me. Thank you.”

In Song Fuzhi’s calm tone, Shi Zhang’s chest rose and fell, gradually slowing down.

Staring directly at Shi Zhang, Song Fuzhi’s gaze was infinitely tolerant but also carried a hint of sharpness.

“Can I ask why you’re so worked up? Have you encountered similar situations before?”

With Song Fuzhi’s question, Shi Zhang was directly stunned.

Shi Zhang closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

How should he say it? When he saw someone defaming Song Fuzhi online, his nerves felt like they were burning, and his rationality was almost entirely consumed.

Even after so many years, such impulsiveness and loss of control still deeply existed in his body.

The memories of that day after high school were still vivid.

Shi Zhang followed Song Fuzhi like a despicable thief, quietly trailing behind him. He witnessed him being cornered by a group of thugs against the wall, and at that moment, Shi Zhang’s blood felt like it was boiling.

Back then, Song Fuzhi, just like now, remained calm. He made no resistance and didn’t call for help. The thugs demanded money, and Song Fuzhi directly took out his wallet.

Every time, Shi Zhang felt a sense of dread. What if the thugs, after taking the money, weren’t satisfied and wanted to harm Song Fuzhi more? What if they did something more outrageous? Song Fuzhi, with his calm demeanor, made Shi Zhang fear for his safety.

In fact, Song Fuzhi’s actions back in those days were correct. However, Shi Zhang, being overprotective, grew up in an environment where only fists and strength could protect oneself. He wanted to protect the person he liked in the same way.

After so many years, Song Fuzhi has become an even more calm and rational adult. Shi Zhang forcefully restrained the impulsive factors that had been buried deep within him for many years, but now they were breaking free and sprouting.

Faced with Song Fuzhi’s question, Shi Zhang didn’t know how to answer.

How could he tell him that twenty years ago, he had a secret and ugly desire for him, that he used to follow him home stealthily, and even, after everyone left the school, picked up the discarded sketchbook at the door of his classroom and collected it at home? How could he tell him that whenever someone approached Song Fuzhi, threatening to harm him, he couldn’t control the surging emotions?

The refined and reserved Professor Shi, how could he reveal such a paranoid side of himself to Song Fuzhi?

How could he show the obsession he had suppressed for so many years?

Shi Zhang’s Adam’s apple trembled as he looked at Song Fuzhi for a long time. In the end, he only said, “Because I don’t want to see anyone hurt you, not even a bit.”

Shi Zhang approached Song Fuzhi and said, “Song Lao Shi is a hermit who is indifferent to worldly matters. That’s good. I hope you never get involved in such things. But if someone hurts you, at least tell me—I want to be your blade, willing to live and die for you.”

Wen Qian’s apology had already ended, but the screen was still filled with barrages of messages. The room, however, was unusually quiet.

Song Fuzhi stared deeply at Shi Zhang, placing a hand on the back of his neck and stroking it forcefully, as if communicating with a wild beast.

Perhaps Shi Zhang still had something more to say, but for the current Song Fuzhi, it wasn’t that important.

Song Fuzhi looked into Shi Zhang’s dark and deep eyes and said in a hoarse voice, “I know why you’re so worked up. It’s because the knife fell on me this time, and I haven’t felt the pain yet. You felt it first. If it were you later, I would feel even more pain than you.”

“Shi Zhang, if that day really comes, I will be your blade too.”

Shi Zhang looked at Song Fuzhi, and his eyes gradually reddened.

Song Fuzhi hugged him tightly, took a deep breath, and the two hearts pressed together, beating vigorously and synchronously.

Shi Zhang’s voice was hoarse. “My reaction was too intense, suddenly angry, and Fuzhi, do you think I’m easily agitated and not stable?”

Song Fuzhi shook his head, and the tips of his hair brushed against Shi Zhang’s cheek.

“Thank you, Shi Zhang,” Song Fuzhi said as he hugged him. “You’re so worked up, probably because you love me.”

Suddenly, Shi Zhang felt like crying.

The seeds of the forget-me-not flower could still sprout after being buried underground for 142 years.

Song Fuzhi was like a seed that drifted to him a long time ago. Shi Zhang had meticulously discarded and buried it, not seeing the light of day for over a decade. But when the sunlight and rain came, it grew lush and vibrant again.

Although Song Fuzhi didn’t know that he had secretly harbored desires for him many years ago, the rotten seed buried deep in Shi Zhang’s heart has now broken through the soil and flourished.

Song Fuzhi made Shi Zhang lose control, but he also helped him calm down. It was the focus of his heart and the source of his strength.

It was his secret seed, as well as his sunshine and rain.

Being with Song Fuzhi, Shi Zhang often felt that his language system was extremely limited.

Words and language couldn’t express one-thousandth of what he wanted to say.

He couldn’t speak, so Shi Zhang could only act.

Now, with rationality almost burned out, only the primitive instinct remained.

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This time, they both started it, but in the end, it was Song Fuzhi alone who bore the consequences.

When emotions and actions were fully unleashed, the result was a bit over the top.

In the middle of the night, Song Fuzhi collapsed on one side of the large bed, leaning against the clean edge.

Shi Zhang came over with a set of new bed sheets, intending to change them, gently tugging for a while, but Song Fuzhi still didn’t move.

“Baby, let me change the sheets.” Shi Zhang approached, wanting to lift Song Fuzhi.

Song Fuzhi bit his teeth and waved him away. “Don’t touch me.”

Shi Zhang stood by the side with a bowed head.

Song Fuzhi rolled his eyes, not wanting to talk.

Tonight, Song Fuzhi made it clear what to use, but Shi Zhang acted like he didn’t understand human language, like a beast.

This directly led to them spending an extra hour in the bathtub, and after washing, they stayed for another hour.

What was even more excessive was that Shi Zhang became increasingly proficient. This time, he actually made the dignified Professor Song experience the most embarrassing mishap.

Only little kids wet the bed, but Professor Song, under Shi Zhang’s influence, regressed to a preschooler.

This infuriated Professor Song so much that he swore not to talk to this dog of a person for three days.

In the end, Shi Zhang coaxed for a long time before finally changing the sheets.

Lying on the clean bed, Song Fuzhi checked his phone and realized that his messages had exploded.

The video app was so laggy that it couldn’t function. How many new fans did he gain? Professor Song couldn’t count.

The comments were exploding too, with the top one already receiving more than ten thousand likes.

Everyone wanted to know: “What is the relationship between Teacher FuFu and Teacher Zhangyu?”

 Shi Zhang was also looking at his phone, happily showing Song Fuzhi the comments under his Weibo.

“Over here, they’re asking too. What’s our relationship?”

Shi Zhang quietly sought opinions. “Should I say we’re a legally married couple?”

Song Fuzhi didn’t give him a glance because his lower abdomen seemed to be still aching.

Shi Zhang was still waiting for Song Fuzhi’s approval.

Instead of getting approval, he saw Song Fuzhi replying to the fans in his video.

Song Fuzhi replied to the comments, “Not familiar with him.”