Chapter 75: Exclusive to Jinjiang 4/4

Mrs. Wang also added, “Let’s see what anime you’re into.”

Song Fuzhi thought it was a good idea.

It was a great opportunity for them to explore the interests that had been hidden from his parents’ eyes.

It was also a way to make up for the regrets of his youth.

Driving to Song Fuzhi’s house, Shi Zhang now had two extra passengers in the back seat.

Song Fuzhi pushed open the door of his long-unvisited home. Mrs. Wang frowned and pushed all the windows open, saying, “You really need professionals to give this place a thorough cleaning. Look, it’s all dusty.”

“The outside is dusty, but my collectibles are all clean,” Song Fuzhi replied.

As soon as Dr. Song entered Song Fuzhi’s room, he was attracted to the full display cabinet of figurines. His eyes lit up as he walked over. “Oh, this is different from clay figurines. Why is the girl’s hair so three-dimensional?”

Mrs. Wang followed along, and her gaze showed a considerable level of expertise. “I remember this. Some students brought these to the class during the arts festival.”

Shi Zhang was the most professional. He pointed directly at the Gundam that Song Fuzhi had assembled: “Custom-painted Unicorn Gundam? Impressive. You can even assemble Gundams? You never mentioned it.”

Song Fuzhi clicked his tongue and gave Shi Zhang a thumbs up. “Professor knows his stuff.”

This was Shi Zhang’s first time visiting Song Fuzhi’s previous residence. He took a look around, and indeed, there wasn’t much left inside; only anime-related items were displayed neatly.

There was a hint of regret in Dr. Song’s eyes. “The kid should have told us earlier. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have had to think so hard about birthday gifts every year.”

Song Fuzhi chuckled. “Really? You were planning to give me these figurines as birthday gifts?”

Shi Zhang stood on the side, watching the family chat about their son’s hobbies. Gradually, he found it difficult to join in the conversation.

This moment was better left for them as a family. They could discuss Gundam figurines and other things later, when they returned to their own homes.

So Shi Zhang picked up a large bag and gestured to Song Fuzhi, “You chat with your parents. I’ll help you pack up, okay?”

Song Fuzhi was explaining to Dr. Song what Gundam was and how it was assembled when he paused, looking at Shi Zhang. “Sure, thanks.”

Shi Zhang said there was no need to thank him and started helping Song Fuzhi pack up.

While packing, Song Fuzhi asked, “What should we have for dinner after we move? Let’s go out. Too lazy to cook.”

Shi Zhang, with his black hair covering his eyes, closed the paper box, and after a few seconds, he replied, “Whatever.”

Song Fuzhi finally realized that something was wrong. He looked at Shi Zhang suspiciously and quietly asked, “Are you okay?”

Shi Zhang looked at Song Fuzhi with an indescribable expression, and after a while, he said, “I’m fine.”

It wasn’t suitable to have a deep conversation at this moment with the parents around.

Song Fuzhi nodded lightly and said to Shi Zhang, “Let’s talk when we get back.”

Shi Zhang replied promptly, “Okay.”

Finally, after placing all his beloved figurines in order, there were suddenly several more bags.

“Look, it turns out we still need both of us to help.” Mrs. Wang pointed to the row of bags. “Quite a lot. If it were just the two of you, it would take forever.”

Dr. Song casually pointed to two bags at Song Fuzhi’s feet and said, “What’s in these? Give the lighter ones to your mom; her back hasn’t been good lately.”

These were all packed by Shi Zhang. Song Fuzhi said, “Let me check,” and opened the bags to feel their weight.

However, as soon as he glanced inside, Song Fuzhi froze, his pupils contracted, and his heart started pounding wildly, as if it wanted to jump out of his throat.

Song Fuzhi could hardly believe his eyes, sweating all over, as he had completely forgotten about them.

Forgotten completely.

Mrs. Wang noticed that Song Fuzhi didn’t respond for a while and jokingly said, “What treasures are inside?”

A powerful hand suddenly reached over and re-tied the bags for Song Fuzhi with a swift and decisive motion.

“I’ll take care of these bags,” Shi Zhang said gently.

Song Fuzhi was still stiff, and he heard Shi Zhang whispering in his ear, “Let’s talk when we get back.”

His parents hadn’t noticed anything unusual. Each took a few bags, and everything could be moved in one go.

In the elevator, Song Fuzhi kept staring at the advertisements on the side, not daring to glance towards Shi Zhang.

Oh God, Song Fuzhi remembered what was in those bags and Shi Zhang’s gentle tone. It felt like a storm was about to break loose. He felt that he might not live long.

 He had just opened the bag, and at the very top, in the most conspicuous place, was the “Dark Dragon” that Luo Luoli had given him. It quietly lay in the transparent packaging bag, creating a visually stunning impact.

Scattered around were other small items packed in the bag, various and sundry.

Song Fuzhi felt suffocated.

On the way back after seeing off his parents, Dr. Song and Mrs. Wang became the main force in chatting inside the car.

Their two sons, one silently driving and the other silently enjoying the scenery, left the elderly a bit puzzled.

But everything was normal when they said their goodbyes.

Song Fuzhi waved to his parents, asking them to rest early, and Shi Zhang also said goodbye to his parents.

Watching the backs of the elderly disappear at the elevator entrance, the atmosphere in the car became even more silent.

Shi Zhang stepped on the accelerator, and the car swiftly sped up on the spacious road.

Shi Zhang had precise control, keeping the speed well within the caution line, overtaking numerous cars along the way, and racing back home like lightning.

Song Fuzhi closed his eyes, trying to salvage the situation. “Um, Professor Shi, you understand science, so this is all very normal.”

Shi Zhang finally spoke, responding with a simple “I know.”

“Yeah, right.” Song Fuzhi tightened his seatbelt. “So, can you not rush home?”

Shi Zhang paused for a long time and continued calmly, “In your drawer, there were indeed photo albums of other cosplayers.”

Song Fuzhi’s heart tightened, his blood seemed to reverse, and he instantly felt frozen.

“Listen to me; I hardly ever used them together,” Song Fuzhi explained.

“Hardly ever,” Shi Zhang repeated the phrase, then asked, “So, except for those hardly ever days, were they used together with my photo album?”

Song Fuzhi’s Adam’s apple slid difficultly. “Occasionally, I also used them with your Weibo.”

The atmosphere in the car instantly changed, but it wasn’t clear if it had finally become gentler or more tense.

However, at a junction a few kilometers away from home, Shi Zhang suddenly turned the steering wheel, directly driving the car into a dense and uninhabited tree park. The surroundings immediately darkened.

At this moment, the sky was very dark, and there were no streetlights around. Song Fuzhi was genuinely nervous.

Before he could finish being nervous, the car suddenly braked, and Shi Zhang turned off the engine.

Song Fuzhi didn’t have time to react, feeling Shi Zhang leaning over from the driver’s seat, grabbing his collar, and fiercely kissing him.

Shi Zhang furrowed his brows, reaching out to open the drawer in front of the car, and said hoarsely, “Originally, I thought I could wait until after the live broadcast.”

These days, Teacher Song received so much love that it was torturous for Shi Zhang.

Song Fuzhi touched the box in his hand, biting his lip. “Why do you even have it in the car?”

Shi Zhang paused, and at this moment, he could still speak coherently: “This was given by the promotional lady outside my parents’ community at that time.”

Song Fuzhi tried hard to recall, but Shi Zhang suddenly touched his lower abdomen, interrupting Song Fuzhi’s memory.

Shi Zhang’s voice was dim. “Are those… very useful?”

At this point, Song Fuzhi couldn’t answer anymore, and he didn’t know whether to nod or shake his head.

Only hearing Shi Zhang’s deep question, “What rank do I get?”