Chapter 82: Exclusive to Jinjiang 2/2

The overall style was an American retro bar with a wild west cowboy vibe.

There were some more plain and simple cards next to it, which clearly matched Teacher Song’s own temperament, but Shi Zhang didn’t even look at them.

Shi Zhang’s Adam’s apple moved, touching the kraft paper card, saying, “I want to choose this one.”

– Huh? This one doesn’t look like FuFu at all.

– I also don’t think so. I think the landscape painting on the right looks more like FuFu’s style.

– I feel like Teacher Octopus is going to crash, hahaha.

Everyone was guessing in whispers, but Song Fuzhi was sitting there, stunned.

How could Shi Zhang possibly guess correctly?!

American western style had nothing to do with Teacher Song, and the three-dimensional English lettering was something Song Fuzhi had studied in his early years.

When Song Fuzhi was in high school, he always looked like the obedient student who listened carefully and did homework seriously. However, he occasionally doodled on his notebook during class.

When Song Fuzhi was bored, he loved drawing three-dimensional letters. He would first write a normal English letter, then thicken and bolden it, turning the two-dimensional lines into a visually three-dimensional structure, and finally add parallel lines to cast shadows.

In fact, it was quite boring, but during class, even the act of casually drawing letters became a very interesting thing.”

Back in the day, Song Fuzhi had a page in his notebook with a 3D version of all twenty-six letters. His deskmate laughed at him for being too neat, even when doodling, and still managing to review English.

This time, Song Fuzhi brought out this unique skill because he wanted to handwrite a card, feeling that it would be more sincere. However, he didn’t want to write in Chinese, as it might be recognized by Shi Zhang. That’s when he remembered his skills from his youth.

The host, with a smiling face, asked, “Teacher Octopus, have you decided? Are you choosing this card?”

Shi Zhang nodded.

The host asked again, “Are you so sure that this is FuFu’s card?”

Shi Zhang’s gaze crossed half of the stage, he met Song Fuzhi’s eyes, and he turned back, saying, “It’s alright.”

The audience and guests were not optimistic about Shi Zhang’s choice, but Song Fuzhi’s heart was secretly pounding.

This person seemed to have superpowers.

The staff handed the gift box to Teacher Octopus, and Shi Zhang raised an eyebrow slightly and said, “Light.”

– Hahaha, so light. Does Teacher Octopus regret not choosing a heavier one?

– If Teacher Octopus really hasn’t seen FuFu’s gift but can still pick it, I can only say that you deserve to get married!

Seeing the excited crowd, before Shi Zhang opened the box, the host asked, “May I ask which teacher’s gift this is?”

Everyone subtly cast their expectant gaze on FuFu, and Song Fuzhi faced these gazes, raised one finger, and waved it, saying, “Ah, it’s mine.”

– ?? Does Teacher Octopus really not know which one is Fu’s card?

– Teacher Octopus, did you secretly peek at home?

– You deserve to get married!!

Teacher Octopus’s lips curled up, unable to suppress the pride in his expression.

See, he was impressive.

Shi Zhang was completely satisfied; he chose Song Fuzhi’s card, which was the biggest prize.

So, he didn’t expect Song Fuzhi to ask, “Teacher Octopus, what about your gift?”

Shi Zhang paused, and his lips curled up. “Are you saying I can ask for another gift?”

FuFu instantly became uncomfortable, casually turning his gaze away and saying, “Sure.”

Everyone chimed in, “Yo, yo, yo.” Their ears perked up, eager to hear what Teacher Octopus wanted as a gift.

But Teacher Octopus said, “I’ll tell you when I get home; let’s leave it pending.”

FuFu subconsciously fiddled with his ear, giving a casual “Oh.”

The phrase “leave it pending” stimulated Song Fuzhi’s nerves a bit. He owed Shi Zhang something before, and the memory of repaying it was still vivid.

Amidst the clamor of the crowd, the game continued.

The gift Teacher Octopus prepared was chosen by someone else, and that child even apologized to Song Fuzhi, who just smiled and waved it off.

Song Fuzhi was quite lucky; he drew a Gundam model kit. He thought of offering it to Mrs. Luo Rui as a tribute.

The joyful and humorous gift-blind box segment ended, and the program was coming to a close.

Whether it was the audience or the guests, everyone felt reluctant because the happy time passed too quickly.

Finally, golden ribbons fluttered in the sky. As the curtains fell, it seemed like something was missing in Song Fuzhi’s heart, leaving it empty.

Although the program had ended, the group of young people who had just met had become good friends. They went out for dinner and karaoke. Shi Zhang and Song Fuzhi didn’t intend to join the fun, so they said their goodbyes and went home.

Although it was only a few days away from home, returning to reality felt like a world away.

As soon as they returned home, the two of them lay down on the sofa. Honestly, although participating in the program was enjoyable, it was genuinely tiring.

There were many messages on their phones, but Song Fuzhi didn’t want to bother with them. Right now, he just wanted to get a good night’s sleep.

Shi Zhang absentmindedly massaged his shoulders. “Tired, huh?”

“It’s quite tiring,” Song Fuzhi said with closed eyes. “But it’s also very worthwhile.”

“I met so many lovely people, did things I never dared to do, and let everyone know we’re married.”

Song Fuzhi was speaking when he suddenly opened his eyes, turned his face, and asked, “By the way, we agreed that I would give you a gift. What do you want?”

“Teacher Song is really going to give me a gift,” Shi Zhang smiled and asked. “Anything at all?”

Song Fuzhi was lazy, and he was about to say “Hmm” casually when suddenly an alarm bell rang in his mind.

He couldn’t just agree randomly!

Shi Zhang continued, “Teacher Song, do you remember, before the show, in the car?”

Ah, that day when he bit his ear and asked him to demonstrate after the program, showing off his collection of small toys.

A surge of warmth rose in Song Fuzhi’s chest. He coughed abruptly, forcefully interrupting Shi Zhang before he could finish speaking.

With a rapid change of thought, Song Fuzhi fabricated a reason in his mind and stared at Shi Zhang, asking, “By the way, how did you know that the card was drawn by me?”

Shi Zhang, caught off guard by the sudden change, was momentarily tongue-tied, looking at Song Fuzhi with a movement in his throat.

Shi Zhang was sweating slightly behind him. How could he say that he had secretly picked up the sketchbooks Song Fuzhi discarded in the recycling bin during high school, like a complete and utter pervert, flipping through them many times and naturally knowing the three-dimensional English letters he drew on those sketchbooks?

He remembered even the strokes and the angles at which his favorite three-dimensional surfaces formed.

Those sketchbooks were placed in a sealed bag by Shi Zhang and have been preserved until today.

Shi Zhang tugged at the corner of his mouth, slowly asking, “What if I say… I just instinctively chose your card? Do you believe it?”

Song Fuzhi looked at him, and his gaze gradually sharpened. “Are you willing to say it?”

After weighing the options, Shi Zhang hesitated and felt he couldn’t bring himself to say it right now. He honestly said, “Sorry, I… I don’t feel like talking about it at the moment.”

Song Fuzhi didn’t want to force him to speak. If Shi Zhang didn’t want to talk now, he would give him more time.

Moreover, thinking about what Shi Zhang said in the game, “I liked you first,” Song Fuzhi could vaguely guess a reason, and the blurry shadow made his heart race.

Teacher Song, being quite clever, said, “Then, before you tell me, I won’t give you a gift.”

—

Although no gift was given, the nightlife of the past month, which had been left behind due to preparing for the program, couldn’t wait to catch up.

While the group of youngsters continued to post photos and chat all night in the chat group, by the window covered in city starlight, a man’s lips started from the straight tip of another person’s nose, gently kissing the soft lips, and then biting his Adam’s apple.

As it turned out, the energy of the two mature men was no less than that of the young people, even more formidable.

When Song Fuzhi, feeling refreshed, lay back on the bed to check his phone, there was no one speaking in the guest group.

“They’ve settled down,” Song Fuzhi said, shaking his phone.

Shi Zhang, who was lying next to him, casually pulled him over, and their skin touched. His nose was buried in Song Fuzhi’s neck as he murmured, “The sun is about to come up.”

Song Fuzhi smiled, feeling all over refreshed.

Originally, he had planned to sleep after checking his phone, but he suddenly saw a message.

Song Fuzhi nudged Shi Zhang, “The reply about the old house I posted is here. Someone contacted me, saying they want to rent it.”

“Ah, okay.” Shi Zhang leaned over to take a look. “What’s their identity?”

“College student, male,” Song Fuzhi said.

Shi Zhang nodded. “Then let’s find time to clean it up again and see if he wants to come see the house.”

“Good, I’ll talk to him tomorrow.” Song Fuzhi turned off his phone and closed his eyes. “And we need to tidy up your place too. After piling up my things, it became a mess. We should go back and organize it.”