Chapter 78: Exclusive to Jinjiang 2/3

Feeling the brushstrokes on the back was quite challenging. The first one or two strokes might be okay, but the further back you went, the more significant the difference. In the end, some participants just followed their imagination, and the final result differed vastly from the starting point.

This process was amusing, especially with a few lively cosers, led by Fei Fei. When others were drawing Pikachu, he confidently drew a muscular man.

Shi Zhang’s strokes were clear, but it was still difficult for Song FuZhi to recognize, as he felt ticklish.

The fine pen tip, separated by the paper, landed on his lower back. The closer it got to his lower waist, the more sensitive Song Fuzhi’s skin became.

Thinking about Octopus Teacher being behind him, the sensitivity of the skin increased exponentially.

Song FuZhi wanted to laugh, straightening his spine and attempting to avoid it. However, as soon as he moved, FuFu’s brushstrokes became unstable, so Shi Zhang reached out and lightly patted his waist, telling him to sit still.

“Tsk.”

Song FuZhi hid his hand in his sleeve and quickly swung it backward, like shooing away a fly, indicating not to touch.

These two had really too many small actions. There was no way; being so close made it challenging to avoid these subconscious interactions.

Observing the two, the barrage never stopped. A small portion of “Ahhhh” mixed in with the spectacular “Hahahaha” army, creating a lively atmosphere.

There were also quite a few small actions that the camera didn’t capture, making the audience even more crazy.

This round of the game seemed to be mainly for laughs because hardly any team guessed correctly.

After collecting the drawings from each team and putting them in a row, a quick comparison revealed that almost every team drew completely different anime characters. It was as if they were from four different shows, which made everyone burst into laughter.

Following this, they played a few more rounds of games. The team leader with the highest score “stole” members from other teams, and the changes in team members sparked new sparks, keeping everyone excited.

Amidst the laughter, the host announced a half-time break. The guests returned to the lounge, and the audience in the stands couldn’t help but shout with unfulfilled enthusiasm.

Although the morning broadcast was fun, it was indeed tiring.

Once back in the lounge, Song Fuzhi sat down. The place was a bit chaotic, with people coming and going.

Given the limited space and the number of guests, along with the makeup artists and props they brought, it wasn’t possible to assign separate lounges for everyone. Therefore, only four special guests had individual lounges, and the rest shared a large common lounge.

This arrangement was quite reasonable, and everyone had no objections.

Initially, Shi Zhang wanted to take Song FuZhi to his private lounge for a quiet break, but as expected, Professor Song was unwilling and insisted on staying in the common lounge. So, it turned into Shi Zhang following Song FuZhi.

Song FuZhi initially felt uneasy about this, not wanting to appear too obvious. However, considering that everyone would know about it soon, he still let Shi Zhang join him in the common lounge.

There was no need to avoid suspicion between a legitimate couple.

Once offstage, the demeanor of both softened considerably. Song Fuzhi, finding a corner in the lounge, sat down with Shi Zhang.

Although they were already low-key, the two sun gods still radiated brilliance under the normal lighting, attracting curious and gossip-filled glances from other guests.

Having entered and exited together with coordinated movements and gestures, it was hard for people not to feel amused by the chemistry between these two.

Tong Tong brought lunch over, urging the two to eat quickly. After eating, they needed to touch up their makeup, as they still had recordings in the afternoon.

Even though the two tried to keep a low profile in the corner, some little detectors among the audience noticed them.

Fei Fei, holding a lunchbox in one hand and a bunch of cut fruits in the other, sat across from them.

Opening the fruit box and placing it in the center of the table generously, he smiled. “Would you two teachers like to eat together? Brother Kai prepared it, like feeding pigs, and we can’t finish it.”

Song FuZhi, looking at his genuinely cheerful face, couldn’t hold back and laughed.

Look at how he put it—”feeding pigs.” Was it even okay to eat after that? It felt like they might transform into a different species after eating.

Qiang Wei and Hu Ya, seemingly accustomed to his eccentricity, politely asked if Song Fuzhi and Shi Zhang could sit together since there was no space in between.

Of course, that was fine, and Shi Zhang and Song FuZhi nodded together.

Fei Fei had been fidgeting in his seat, had three bites of his meal, and then boldly glanced at Song FuZhi and Shi Zhang at least ten times.

Shi Zhang smiled and asked Fei Fei directly, “Is there something you want to ask?”

Fei Fei finally got the opportunity he had been waiting for and was ready to open his mouth when Hu Ya, next to him, forcefully pulled him aside.

Hu Ya looked shocked—were you really planning to ask such a private question to your seniors? Is that okay?

Fei Fei also looked at Hu Ya, pouting, “Can’t I ask? But I really want to know!”

These two guys had everything they wanted to say written all over their faces, creating a strong contrast with the two teachers in charge, who exuded a strategic and commanding air.

Song FuZhi laughed and picked up a piece of cantaloupe from Fei Fei’s box, taking a bite. “I’ve eaten your food as a reward. Ask whatever you want.”

Fei Fei immediately turned his head, his tone a bit mysterious as he asked, “FuFu teacher, Octopus teacher… is your relationship really as good as netizens guess, like that kind of very close relationship?”

Shi Zhang took Song FuZhi’s offered melon, rested his hand on Song FuZhi’s shoulder, draped a jacket over him to keep his exposed arm from getting cold, and then, without moving his hand, embraced him halfway.

He casually answered, “What kind of close relationship?”

Fei Fei looked surprised and said, “Oh.” But I haven’t asked yet. Neither of you has answered.

“As we said, just ask,” Song FuZhi said, his finger picking over Shi Zhang’s cheek, causing him to face him directly. Then Song FuZhi kissed him on the chin.

“!!!”

Fei felt like he’d been struck by lightning. He stood up directly from his seat, his face turning as red as an apple.

 Hu Ya had already cultivated some tolerance; his face had a faint blush, but overall, he remained relatively calm.

Qiang Wei looked at Fei Fei and chuckled. “This kid gets shy when he sees other couples being intimate. He was like this before, and even after dating, he hasn’t made much progress.”

“It’s true, both teachers!” Fei Fei paused for a moment, and the blush on his face shifted from shyness to excitement. “You two are so sweet! So happy!”

This kid was truly a bit silly, slow-witted, and cheerful. Being around him involuntarily lifted the mood.

The kiss just now was initiated by Song FuZhi, but his heart was still beating rapidly.

It was probably the first time Professor Song had openly expressed affection in public like this. Maybe it was because Fei Fei was too slow, and he couldn’t resist showing off. As a result, Song FuZhi ended up feeling excited himself.

There was no denying that asserting dominance felt damn good.

Lifting a man’s chin, letting everyone know that this person belonged to him—Song FuZhi liked branding, but this time, it was more overt.