Chapter 81: Exclusive of Jinjiang 2/2

Brother Du calmly said, “No… When I woke up this morning, I saw the message you sent me at two in the morning.”

Other cosplayers intentionally gasped, wearing expressions of watching a drama: “Fei Fei was still looking for Brother Du at two in the morning. How did you chat so late?”

“Oh my god, don’t misunderstand, we didn’t talk about anything,” Fei Fei immediately swore to the audience. “I just saw some nice fan fiction and wanted to share it.”

-Hahaha, Fei Fei cracked me up. The day before the performance, I stayed up late to read fan fiction, not even playing games. You’ve changed!

-What CP could make Second Dumb Fei Fei read it? Give me a taste, too!

Fei Fei is probably the cosplayer that Song Fuzhi has known the longest among the other guests, so Song Fuzhi didn’t think too much about it. He just felt curious and casually asked, “What kind of fan fiction?”

Brother Du was the first to sit up straight. He glanced at Song Fuzhi and whispered to Fei Fei, “Can we talk about this?”

Song Fuzhi showed a slightly puzzled expression.

Fei Fei looked around, scratched his chin, blushing a bit, and chose to be honest: “It’s fan fiction about ‘husbands’…”

The whole venue fell silent for a few seconds, followed by bursts of wild laughter.

Song Fuzhi still didn’t quite understand: what husbands?

Shi Zhang coughed lightly on the side.

Qiangwei laughed so hard that she almost fell over. Following that, Fei Fei, that big silly, spilled the beans even more: “It was Qiangwei who sent them to me. Everything she sends me is high-quality! It’s really sweet.”

Qiangwei almost stood up to cover this guy’s mouth.

The host timely cleared his throat and asked, on behalf of the vast audience, “Does FuFu Teacher know the origin of the ‘husbands’?”

After laughing for so long, Song Fuzhi, of course, gradually understood. Husbands – Zhang Fu, and it’s quite clever, even implying the relationship between the two.

Shi Zhang leaned over and whispered to Song Fuzhi, “Although it sounds a bit weird.”

“Yeah,” Song Fuzhi pretended to be displeased. “And why are you in front while I’m behind? Fu Yu, Fu account—aren’t these fine as well?”

It is well known that CP names usually pay attention to the order, but in fact, Song Fuzhi just casually mentioned it, not caring about the specific order. As long as everyone is happy.

Especially since, in reality, it is indeed Zhang Fu who is in front.

It seems that the two teachers already know the reason.

Rarely, with the main characters right in front, Fei Fei obediently asked, “Are the two teachers satisfied with this CP name?”

-Hahaha, Fei Fei, you’re really a genius!

-Who asks for someone’s consent for a CP name?

Shi Zhang took the microphone and said slowly, “Regardless of what CP name you use, as long as I can be with you, FuFu Teacher, it can only be me. Don’t bother with other things.”

-Laughed out loud… The previous Octopus teacher: “CP? Stay out of it.” Now Octopus: “Lock me in with FuFu.”

-Got it, got it, kiss kiss, I’ve locked it down for you!

Fei Fei’s group had asked enough questions by now, and just in time, it was the blindfolded pointing game’s turn for Zhang Fu’s group.

Everyone became excited. Other groups could only ask some common questions; although all were interesting, they still lacked the real feeling of a genuine couple.

Song Fuzhi and Shi Zhang closed their eyes, waiting for the questions to come.

Originally, Song Fuzhi was a bit nervous, feeling that the audience wouldn’t let them off easily, but unexpectedly, the program team took care of them. The first few questions were quite normal, such as who learned fight scenes faster or who was better at makeup.

Until the host smiled a bit, Song Fuzhi knew that it was probably coming.

Sure enough, she asked, “Please tell us, which one of you pursued the other first?”

Song Fuzhi, with closed eyes, was stunned. This question was quite difficult to answer because they were already married, and there was no “pursuing” process.

After thinking about it, instead of pointing to someone, Song Fuzhi crossed her hands in front of her chest and made a cross.

When Song Fuzhi opened her eyes, he found that Shi Zhang had made the exact same gesture.

This was the first case on stage today where neither of them pointed to anyone, and they both made a cross. It had to be admired as a kind of tacit understanding.

Others were quite surprised. Without the host, a cosplayer curiously asked, “You didn’t pursue each other, so did you just get together directly?”

Shi Zhang nodded. “We never officially defined ‘pursuing.'”

In fact, Shi Zhang started by chasing after her at a coffee shop, then at a class reunion, and finally through a blind date. He was originally prepared for a protracted battle but didn’t expect Song Fuzhi to directly propose marriage. Shi Zhang still remembered the feeling, like winning a $500 million lottery.

He didn’t say much more, leaving behind a bunch of screaming fans.

It seemed that these two were straightforward adults. Perhaps they both hit each other at the same time!

“Now, the next question!”

Qiangwei was indeed a fan of their CP. Unable to hold back, she said, “Please tell us, which one of you fell in love with the other first?”

On stage, Octopus Teacher quickly pointed to himself, and FuFu seemed to seriously consider it for a moment before pointing to himself as well.

-Hahaha!

-Damn, they both think they fell in love first!

-Octopus Teacher made his move too fast. He’s too sure of himself!

Song Fuzhi opened her eyes and saw that both of them had the same answer again.

Actually, Song Fuzhi himself was a bit hesitant. He felt it was hard to determine when Shi Zhang started “liking” him. He thought Shi Zhang had always been a good husband, providing companionship and support out of a sense of responsibility rather than any romantic feelings.

If broadening the scope of “liking” a bit, well, Song Fuzhi had been eyeing his man’s good physique not long after they got married. Liking his abs could also be considered liking him, right?

-And, in the beginning, wasn’t it Song Fuzhi who proposed marriage? Shi Zhang handled any distance well before marriage. If it weren’t for liking Shi Zhang’s character, how could he have proposed so actively?

Song Fuzhi turned off their microphones and raised an eyebrow, asking Shi Zhang, “I thought you were good not long after I met you, and I proposed marriage. How could you be earlier than me?”

Shi Zhang stared at him, the corners of his mouth lifting, and his slightly deep voice was firm. “I was really earlier than you.”

Song Fuzhi didn’t quite believe it. “When?”

The two of them whispered to each other on stage. They couldn’t be heard because the microphones were off, but they could be seen getting close, making other cosplayers and countless viewers anxious.

-Ah ah, ah, FuFu, why did you mute the mic?

– Is there anything that members of the Husband Association cannot hear?!

– I really want to know what they’re talking about!

– They’re probably arguing about who fell in love with the other first. Hahaha, don’t let the competition get too intense!

Indeed, the two uncles were engaged in such a discussion, arguing about who fell for the other first.

Song Fuzhi’s eyes were just inches away, as if overlapping with those of many years ago. After so many years, nothing had changed. The everlastingly handsome and spirited appearance of Shi Zhang made his eyelashes tremble, and Shi Zhang’s heart followed suit.

Shi Zhang almost wanted to say, “Twenty years ago.”

Without warning, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated wildly and violently, as if his whole heart was about to jump out of his throat.

Shi Zhang opened his mouth, and right before the words came out, he suddenly changed direction. Thus, his voice became somewhat hoarse. “Do you remember?”

As he asked, he reached out and pointed to a spot on Song Fuzhi’s arm with his fingertip.

Twenty years ago, on that day, Shi Zhang was caught smoking at school by Song Fuzhi. There was a small mosquito bite on Song Fuzhi’s arm, forming a small pink bump.

At that time, Shi Zhang impatiently tossed a bottle of cooling oil to Song Fuzhi and asked him to apply it himself.

In fact, who knows how many times that small, reddish patch of fair skin has been touched and explored by Shi Zhang in his mind?

Even now, he still vividly remembers the location of that small bump.

Song Fuzhi looked at his smooth forearm and couldn’t see anything. “Remember what?”

Shi Zhang narrowed his eyes, moved his lips, and said very lightly, “Forget it.”

“Tsk.” Song Fuzhi pulled him. “Come on, tell me.”

Shi Zhang, without changing his expression, took a deep breath, tightened his hand on Song Fuzhi’s arm, pressed his thumb on his skin, and then rubbed it ever so slightly.

Song Fuzhi smiled. “It’s itchy.”

Shi Zhang closed his eyes, suddenly buried his head in Song Fuzhi’s ear, and lightly ground his teeth.

His voice was extremely low and almost just the twisted breath, as if he were trying to restrain something: “I really want to bite you.”