Chapter 75: Exclusive to Jinjiang 3/4

Comments flooded the video:

– Wow, the production team put in so much effort! Everyone looks so handsome and beautiful!

– Sobbing, after watching the video, I really feel like they exist in the world, just in different parallel universes from us.

– The production team did an amazing job collaborating! The transitions are so delicate and smooth; they must have discussed it for a long time.

– This is the highest-quality relay cosplay I’ve ever seen. Everyone is so talented!

Song Fuzhi’s part was in the middle of the video.

The cloak of the previous shrine maiden fluttered in the wind and faded away, overlapping into the long trench coat of a modern suit.

The slender and tall young man, casually draped in a long coat, black hair slightly curled, with white bandages wrapped around his forearms and neck, and one eye covered by a bandage, revealed a face carrying both mockery and worldweariness.

He turned from the side, lazily smiling with sharp eyes. The silver handcuffs danced a few circles on his fingertips and snapped onto the camera with a “click,” as if tying the audience’s hearts.

“Hello, martyrs!!!”

“Fufu, you’re so damn handsome, nailing this broken feeling so well.”

“This smile, this gaze—I’m really dead; just kill me.”

“Teacher Zhangyu has never portrayed this character before, and it’s not suitable. It feels like Fufu has found his own style, crying loudly, because more beautiful, handsome guys!”

“It’s so different from the previous macho feel; Fufu really loves whoever he wants; it’s so amazing, I’m crying.”

The barrage screamed from the beginning to the end of the video. When it came to Song Fuzhi, besides shouting about how handsome the character was, many people were praising that Fufu’s choice of character this time suited him well and was well-portrayed.

In fact, when the guest was first announced, many of Wen Qian’s former fans were still skeptical, saying that this live broadcast program was like a demon-reflecting mirror, revealing everything. If Fufu didn’t cosplay characters from Teacher Zhangyu’s previous works, he wouldn’t capture the essence. Once on the show, more shortcomings would be exposed.

There was a heated debate online at that time. Although Wen Qian’s fans were at a disadvantage and spoke like nonsense, many hadn’t seen Fufu deviate from Teacher Zhangyu’s style, so they were all waiting for this promotional video.

When the actual footage was released, those who had blindly criticized Fufu were left speechless. It was a perfect restoration, incredibly handsome, and flawless.

“So many people praise you,” Shi Zhang paused almost frame by frame, looking closely at the flying barrage above, “everyone is praising you.”

Song Fuzhi was a bit embarrassed. “They praise other cosplayers more.”

That sour feeling came again. Shi Zhang hadn’t finished reading the barrage on the screen, but his heart was already twisted like a twist.

Before, when Song Fuzhi cosplayed various characters, there were many compliments in the comments and barrage. However, Shi Zhang knew that those were like birthday gifts to himself. It was a host’s mentality, so he could coexist peacefully with those praises.

But this time was different. Fufu’s video was a collaboration with others; his shots overlapped with those of another cosplayer. Fans praised him because they genuinely found him handsome.

Song Fuzhi was enjoying the barrage on the side with relish, and his lips had been upturned all along.

That genuinely happy smile—anyone praised like this would be so happy.

Song Fuzhi was engrossed in watching the barrage, and suddenly, he felt a cast-iron arm cross his waist, pulling him into an embrace. The phone also left his line of sight.

“Ah!” Song Fuzhi took a breath urgently and turned to meet Shi Zhang’s deep gaze.

Shi Zhang buried himself in Song Fuzhi’s neck, his nose against his artery, his voice low and deep. “Let’s go on the show quickly…”

He sniffed Song Fuzhi’s scent like a wild beast, confirming ownership.

Song Fuzhi’s stress-tensed body gradually relaxed inch by inch, and he lifted the corner of his lips.

Shi Zhang had restrained himself enough.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Song Fuzhi pointed to the ring on Shi Zhang’s ring finger. “Everything goes according to plan.”

Shi Zhang immediately held Song Fuzhi’s hand and kissed it on his ring.

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Originally, Song Fuzhi thought he and Shi Zhang would welcome the day of the show step by step. He would usually prepare his cosplay makeup, chat with everyone in the group, and then preview the textbooks for the next semester. However, this calm life was suddenly disrupted.

Sometimes life is like that, unexpectedly throwing in some unforeseen things.

No warning, no logic.

If you had to blame someone, Song Fuzhi couldn’t blame anyone because he was the one who brought up this matter first.

The new semester started, and it was also the peak of renting houses. Song Fuzhi wanted to clean up his original home before this peak, so he could rent it to someone else as soon as possible.

The live broadcast program was at the end of the winter vacation. After the broadcast, Song Fuzhi and Shi Zhang would start working, so there might not be time to tidy up the house afterward.

So Song Fuzhi suggested taking an afternoon to move his things to Shi Zhang’s house. This way, he could settle a worry early.

Shi Zhang agreed readily and even cleaned the spacious trunk of his car.

During that time, it was still the New Year, and they had lunch at their parents’ house. Teacher Wang asked them to continue having dinner at home, but Song Fuzhi declined, saying they had something to do in the afternoon: move.

“Moving?” Dr. Song was washing the bowl, looking up. “Did you two buy a new house again? You’re spending money like water.”

“No, Dad, we didn’t.” Song Fuzhi quickly said, “It’s just moving the things from my old house to Shi Zhang’s place. Didn’t I tell you before? I plan to rent out that house.”

“Oh, oh,” Professor Song recalled. “Then go ahead and move.”

Teacher Wang asked, “Do you have a lot of stuff? Do you need us to help you move?”

Song Fuzhi: “Not much, just some—”

He thought about what was in the room, subconsciously closing his mouth in front of his parents.

But soon he remembered that he and Shi Zhang had been seen by his parents when they were cosplaying, and the two elders accepted it well. So now it doesn’t matter what he said.

Song Fuzhi paused for two seconds and continued, “Now the room is filled with anime peripherals and figurines that I bought myself, um, those plastic figures.”

“I know.” Teacher Wang seemed to want to show off his knowledge. “It’s figurines; no need to explain.”

But Dr. Song didn’t know. After asking for a long time about the two words “figurines,” he expressed that the name was really strange.

Shi Zhang laughed and explained what it was, sparking the interest of Dr. Song.

“This is just a colored clay figure,” Dr. Song happily said, “just made of plastic.”

“It’s similar, quite similar,” Song Fuzhi said.

Dr. Song always had the magical ability to find corresponding elements in the treasury of traditional Chinese culture related to emerging things, leaving Song Fuzhi amazed.

“Can I take a look? See what kind of figurines you like,” Dr. Song asked. “By the way, both your mom and I haven’t been to your place much.”