Chapter 85: Exclusive on Jinjiang 1/2

Before the start of the new semester, Song Fuzhi received a call from Yao Xinxin’s parents.

They said Yao Xinxin had already enrolled in a short-term class during the winter vacation, trained for a while in drawing, and in the new semester, she wanted to study both fine arts and regular subjects. They hoped Teacher Song could pay more attention to her.

Although Yao Xinxin’s father still sounded somewhat dissatisfied, Song Fuzhi breathed a sigh of relief. At least her parents accepted it and allowed her to attend art classes.

Song Fuzhi talked with the two parents for a long time about Yao Xinxin’s study plan for the next year, exam preparations, and more.

Before hanging up, Yao’s father said, “Teacher Song, if you have time, advise her. Studying is the right path. She might realize it someday.”

Song Fuzhi paused and replied, “I will encourage her to study well, but as for choosing her own path, I will respect her wishes.”

Yao’s father seemed to want to say more but was stopped by Yao’s mother, who took the phone away. Song Fuzhi heard her softly scolding Yao’s father, saying he had fought enough during the winter vacation. The child was so determined; let her try.

After hanging up the phone, Song Fuzhi felt a warm touch on his shoulder—Shi Zhang.

“You haven’t started school yet, and you’re already working overtime?” Song Fuzhi put down her phone. “Second year of high school, parents worrying is normal.”

Seeing how busy Teacher Song was last semester, Shi Zhang didn’t need to ask to know how busy he would be this semester. And it was foreseeable that the next year would be even busier.

“Teacher Song, take care,” Shi Zhang said, touching Song Fuzhi’s hair with his lips. “Rest well on the weekends.”

Song Fuzhi shook her phone. “They’re already urging for updates. I might have to film over the weekend.”

“If it’s too busy, forget it,” Octopus Teacher said in the tone of an experienced person. “Their urge for updates is endless.”

The new semester began.

Teacher Song returned to school in advance, attending meetings and discussions and preparing for various tasks at the beginning of the school year. As expected by him and Shi Zhang, it quickly became as busy as usual.

On the first day of school, some copied homework, some checked answers, some packed their things, some wiped their desks with wet tissues, and some gathered to chat and laugh.

The familiar chaos and excitement returned.

After a splendid and eventful winter vacation, Teacher Song’s authority remained undiminished.

During the most lively moment, Teacher Song suddenly entered the classroom, catching everyone off guard. On the spot, he confiscated five unauthorized homework books and nine unauthorized test papers.

The whole class fell silent for a moment.

Teacher Song scanned the room with a cold gaze, and the low, wheat-like heads shrank even lower.

Those who weren’t in their seats quickly crouched down, sweating, and swiftly returned to their places.

Only then did Song Fuzhi casually lift his head, turn around, and leave the classroom, saying, “Those who copied homework, come out with me.”

Clearly, Teacher Song had emphasized multiple times not to copy homework. Copying was not allowed, and even submitting blank papers was prohibited. Punishments were severe each time, yet some people never seemed to learn and dared to do it again next time.

Teacher Song took a few students out, and the classroom remained quiet; no one dared to speak.

“Damn! Scared me.”

Fan Tong covered his rapidly beating heart and lowered his voice to say to Yuan Jun beside him, “Look at Teacher Song’s appearance, like the King of Hell. How could he be…”

“But it really feels like it.” Yuan Jun hesitated. He pulled on Yao Xinxin’s sleeve, who was sitting in front, and asked in a lower voice, “Xin Sister, you watched the show too. Did you vote? Don’t you feel that Teacher FuFu really has a familiar feeling?”

Yao Xinxin turned around and touched her chin. “Hmm, indeed.”

“Oh, right, Mrs. Zhen!” Fan Tong instantly became lively, crouching down and grabbing Yao Xinxin’s sleeve.

“Zhen Shen, when you were on vacation, didn’t you mention Teacher Dan? He and Huya and Feifei should be familiar with Teacher FuFu—can you go ask Teacher Dan for information?”

Yao Xinxin opened her eyes and said, “Ask Teacher Dan? Forget it, he’s too famous… and it’s not that I mentioned it; I just added him myself. We haven’t spoken much until now.”

“Zhen Shen is too modest,” Yuan Jun genuinely admired. “You already have tens of thousands of fans!”

“Who knows?” Yao Xinxin smiled, her smile dazzling.

But before winter break, Yao Xinxin didn’t expect that she would gain some popularity and get to know many other artists, including the famous Teacher Dan.

Last semester, with Yao Xinxin’s persistent efforts and Teacher Song’s help, her parents finally agreed to let her pursue the path of art college entrance examination. So, she immediately enrolled in a class during the vacation and spent every day painting.

Systematic learning is different from self-exploration. Under Yao Xinxin’s high-intensity training, she really felt a sense of enlightenment and no longer relied solely on intuition to draw.

She was quite productive this winter break, practicing basic skills in the studio during the day and passionately creating content for her CP at night. Despite spending more time drawing than sleeping, she felt no fatigue, only a sense of immersion.

There was a trend on the internet about the “10-year comparison of artists,” where many artists shared their drawings from ten years ago and now, showing clear improvement.

Yao Xinxin also joined in.

@ZincOxide: “Finally started systematically learning to draw. So happy! My seven-year-old self vs. seventeen-year-old self. I still have to draw many more ten-year comparisons.”

The seven-year-old drawing was a rough crayon drawing, while the seventeen-year-old one was Yao Xinxin’s most satisfying fan art after learning to draw.

This Weibo post was initially circulated among her friends and anime classmates, gaining traction and eventually going viral.

Comments flooded in, praising her work: “So beautiful! I can’t believe this is the level at seventeen??” “Look at others’ ten-year comparisons, then look at mine,” “This isn’t progress; this is becoming a goddess, wuwuwu,” “God, keep feeding her behind, ah ah ah!”

The original post gained popularity, and several artists even liked it. Some even begged for Zhen’s card password, saying, “Can I flirt with you, Zhen? Wuwuwu (covers face, crying).”

This way, Yao Xinxin got to know a group of artists.

Having fun discussing CPs and drawing nonsense with friends was too enjoyable. They asked her if she wanted to collaborate on a fanzine and participate in the summer comic exhibition. Perhaps they could set up a booth together.

Yao Xinxin happily agreed and was then added to a group.

Upon entering the group, she noticed that the second member on the member list was none other than Teacher Dan.

Yao Xinxin felt dizzy for a moment and asked her friend if it was the famous artist teacher Dan himself.

Her friend chuckled and confirmed it.

Yao Xinxin felt another wave of dizziness; was she going to be in the same fanzine as Teacher Dan?

Under the instigation of Fan Tong and Yuan Jun, they begged Zhen Shen to reveal the true identity of Teacher Song. They pleaded with her, thanking her!

But can you casually disturb the great god, Teacher Dan?

Yao Xinxin was about to glare at them when Teacher Song led a group of dejected little monkeys back. Yao Xinxin instantly turned back, sitting up straight.

Teacher Song started the class, forcing the gossip squad to stop discussing.

“Yao Xinxin,” Teacher Song called gently, “come here for a moment.”

Yao Xinxin’s heart trembled slightly. Seeing Teacher Song’s expressionless but gentle gaze, she quickly settled down.

He probably just wants to talk about her study arrangement for the art college entrance exam.

Sure enough, Teacher Song took her to the office to discuss her study schedule. After all, preparing for the art exam was different from the situation of other students in the class.

Although Yao Xinxin was a typical “good student,” Teacher Song could see that she was independent, had her own ideas, and would persist in them.

Everything has its pros and cons, and being too persistent sometimes leads to a stubborn predicament.