Chapter 74: Exclusive to Jinjiang 2/2

“Great.” Song Fuzhi moved a bit closer to Shi Zhang and blinked.

“Shall we announce our relationship on the show? Will it cause trouble for the production team? Should we let them know in advance?” Song Fuzhi asked.

Shi Zhang was momentarily surprised and then laughed. “I thought FuFu meant that we should set clear boundaries with Zhong Ziyan from now on.”

“How could that be? What are you thinking?” Song Fuzhi rubbed Shi Zhang’s arm. “I just don’t want to make it special before the program starts.”

“Oh.” Shi Zhang raised an eyebrow. “Announcing it on the live broadcast isn’t special?”

Song Fuzhi looked sincere. “Does it count?”

FuFu informed the coordinating team that he intended to participate as a regular guest.

Shi Zhang discussed this with the team, asking if they could plan some different segments.

The team was efficient, handling the necessary procedures smoothly. They added Song Fuzhi to a QQ group, which included all the regular guests for this event.

Because of different tasks, there were separate groups for the two types of guests.

As soon as he entered the group, Song Fuzhi was inundated with various messages.

The group chat was lively, with both male and female participants. Most of them seemed to know each other, so there was no need for formal introductions—they jumped right into conversation.

Song Fuzhi recognized two of them: Feifei and another named Huya.

Seeing FuFu enter the group, everyone paused their ongoing discussions and eagerly greeted him, introducing themselves.

Song Fuzhi felt like he was back on the first day of high school, surrounded by unfamiliar classmates with brand new names on the attendance list. Only now, the names were quirky online handles.

The average age seemed quite young, and their personalities were lively.

They chatted noisily for a while. Song Fuzhi only vaguely grasped the channels through which they participated.

For the female cosers, the top three were selected based on rankings, and then several popular young cosers were invited.

For the male cosers, due to Wen Qian’s disqualification, Huya, who was originally fourth, moved up to the top three and received an invitation. The production team also selected Feifei purely because he was a well-known social butterfly in the cosplay community, and his presence always livened up any event.

At the festive time of the year, everyone started chatting and sending red envelopes in the group, just for the fun of it. The red boxes filled the interface.

A group of young people, openly being thrifty, sent out red envelopes worth just a few cents, insisting on sending drawing and password red envelopes, and despite their efforts, they only got a few cents.

Every time Feifei had the worst luck, at most winning 0.01, everyone would laugh at him.

The atmosphere in the group was livelier than Song Fuzhi imagined, full of vitality, and people chatted about everything under the sun.

Although Teacher Song initially set the group to mute and not disturb, he read every message and found it interesting.

It had been a long time since Song Fuzhi experienced such a lively atmosphere.

In the class, students were noisy too, but they excluded the teacher. As long as Song Fuzhi was around, they wouldn’t chat freely; many discussions happened behind the teacher’s back.

This was the first time Song Fuzhi had immersed himself as a “member” in such a young and energetic group.

“Enjoying the chat?” Shi Zhang leaned over to his desk, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Song Fuzhi replied with a smile, his eyes still on the group chat. He said, “I’m not chatting; I’m just watching them chat.”

Even Song Fuzhi himself didn’t realize that when he watched the group chat on his phone, there was always a bright smile on his lips.

I am simply enjoying the atmosphere.

Shi Zhang raised his hand and forcefully tapped the back of Song Fuzhi’s head, sliding his palm down and occasionally playing with his earlobe.

The action had a sense of control, but Shi Zhang’s words were casual: “Well, as long as Teacher Song is happy watching.”

Indeed, Song Fuzhi was happy, lifting the group announcement for Shi Zhang to see: “The production team has assigned us the first task. We, as guests, need to collaborate on shooting an early promotional video, similar to a cosplay chain. Each person shoots their part at home and sends it for editing later.”

Shi Zhang looked at it for a while and nodded, saying, “Hmm.”

Song Fuzhi asked, “Can Professor Zhang help me shoot?”

Shi Zhang replied, “Can anyone else help you shoot?”

“Nope,” Song Fuzhi quickly answered, smiling at him, “there’s no one else.”

While the shooting seemed simple, it involved many people. Each person had to discuss what character to cosplay, the order of the sequences, how to transition between scenes, and the movements during shooting. It required detailed coordination with the production team, a test of cooperation, and planning.

Song Fuzhi would spend some time discussing this with them every day, finding it interesting and motivating.

Now that the two sat in a study, Song Fuzhi discussed the promotional video with other cosplayers online, while Shi Zhang sat beside him, continuing to retouch wedding photos.

Most of the time, they were quiet, each doing their own thing without disturbing the other.

But sometimes, when Song Fuzhi typed fast and intensively, the keyboard making a clattering sound, Shi Zhang would suddenly lean over, his hand lifting Song Fuzhi’s clothes to touch inside.

Song Fuzhi would dodge with a bent waist, laughing while still typing and asking Shi Zhang what he was doing.

Shi Zhang’s hand continued to delve in, the slightly rough fingertips gradually rubbing over the delicate skin.

He said lightly, “You chat; don’t mind me.”

When Professor Shi teased people like this, his presence was too strong; how could Song Fuzhi not mind him?

After a brief resistance, Song Fuzhi, breathing unevenly, said a quick “Continue chatting” to the group and got entangled with Shi Zhang.