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Song Fuzhi laughed and propped his forehead, boldly saying over the microphone, “There might even be fully naked handsome guys, just not visible on the surface.”

If the students could hear Song Fuzhi’s words, they would definitely say, “Teacher Song, you’re too knowledgeable.”

“She’s really talented,” Song Fuzhi said more seriously, “very determined and willing to work hard. She’s a good kid.”

Just as Song Fuzhi finished speaking, Feifei immediately asked, “Is the sophomore busy?”

Yao Xinxin, carried away in the conversation, casually added a complaint: “It’s still okay for now, but our math teacher assigns too much homework.”

Song Fuzhi:?

Shi Zhang was momentarily stunned, then suddenly hugged Song Fuzhi and burst into laughter.

The 2D team chat also erupted into laughter.

Yuan Jun: Xin Jie is awesome!!

Su Su: Hahaha, Teacher Song probably won’t see this, right?

Fan Tong: Teacher Song is probably busy making test papers over the weekend; he definitely won’t see it!

“Thank you, thank you,” other cosplayers in the live broadcast joined in. Everyone reminisced about the glorious high school days, agreeing that although high school was tough, it was truly a time to cherish.

Yao Xinxin: “Really?”

Everyone said, “Zhen, you’ll understand later.”

Perhaps because they mentioned the math teacher, the 2D team became even more lively.

Fan Tong: Right, Xin Jie! Seize this opportunity and ask if they know anything about FuFu!

Su Su:!!

Su Su: Right, they might know FuFu’s identity or have seen him without makeup!

Yuan Jun: Ah, Xin Jie, go for it; we’re counting on you!!

Seeing the excited classmates, Yao Xinxin’s heart also quickened.

This was indeed the best opportunity; there might not be another chance.

So she bit her lip and asked, “By the way, Feifei, Qiangwei, or Huya, are you familiar with FuFu Teacher during your cosplay programs?”

Song Fuzhi:??

He was originally lying casually on Shi Zhang, but upon hearing this, he sat up.

Shi Zhang chuckled, his shoulders shaking. “Yao classmate is quite something.”

Teacher Song’s mood was complex; she felt a bit amused. These little brats had investigated him thoroughly.

Feifei got excited. “Eh, do you like FuFu Teacher?”

Yao Xinxin: “Uh, yeah.”

“All of you, you all like FuFu Teacher!” Feifei sounded a bit frustrated. “Okay, he’s indeed handsome, but fine, he wins.”

Yao Xinxin immediately asked, “Is he handsome without makeup?”

Feifei answered truthfully and straightforwardly, “We’ve never seen FuFu Teacher without makeup, but he looks like a handsome guy! FuFu and Octopus Teacher, apart from showing affection, are quite low-key.”

Qiangwei nodded as well. “They’re a bit mysterious.”

“Oh, yeah.” Yao Xinxin felt a bit disappointed but expected it.

“Hey, I have FuFu Teacher’s WeChat; do you want it?” Feifei enthusiastically offered, then shifted the conversation. “But I need to ask Fufu Teacher first to see if he wants to give it to you.”

Yao Xinxin suddenly felt a chill down her spine, nervously laughing. “Uh, it’s okay… but, maybe, let’s forget about it… haha.”

Asking around behind the scenes was fine, but if Feifei went to FuFu and said, “There’s an artist who wants to meet you,” and sent Yao Xinxin’s business card, and then FuFu realized it was Yao Xinxin, that would be too scary!

Professor Shi Zhang watched and laughed. “Why forget about it?”

Teacher Song had returned to his calm state, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, seemingly contemplating some mischievous idea.

Since Feifei and the others didn’t know much about FuFu, Yao Xinxin didn’t press for more information.

The livestream continued, with other artists joining the conversation through voice chat.

“Teacher Zhen, are you going to the comic convention this summer vacation? Let’s meet and exchange artwork!”

– Ah, ah, ah, begging Teacher Zhen to go to the comic convention! Can we ask for a signed drawing?

– Already looking forward to the summer, family, let’s meet at the comic convention!

– I also want to meet the teachers at the booth, wuu wuu wuu.

“I’m participating in a joint venture at the convention this year,” Yao Xinxin paused. “As for myself attending the convention… I’m not sure.”

She hesitated a bit because Teacher Song had mentioned earlier in the school year that the summer vacation between sophomores and juniors was crucial.

But the comic convention only lasted for a few days. Perhaps sneaking in for a day during the weekend wouldn’t hurt too much…

Song Fuzhi raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing the screen.

Professor Shi Zhang chuckled, thinking that the little girl still didn’t know how important her next choice would be.

After a moment’s hesitation, Yao Xinxin apologetically said, “I probably won’t go. I’m entering the third year; I need to focus on studying.”

The audience in the livestream expressed understanding, wishing her success in getting into her dream school.

– Go, Teacher Zhen!

– Let’s meet at the comic convention next summer, Zhen Shen!

– Big Sis Zhen, you’ve worked hard!

Yao Xinxin laughed, “After the college entrance exam, I’ll definitely go to the comic convention. Let’s meet again next summer!”

Song Teacher’s gaze softened; she had barely passed this round.

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The following week, as they returned to school, a countdown of over four hundred days appeared on the blackboard. Everyone was shocked; the countdown seemed to have started too early!

Teacher Song, with an expressionless face, walked up to the podium and casually said, “Scores aren’t the most important thing, but some hobbies might need to take a back seat temporarily for better grades.”

The statement sounded cryptic, but it had a wide range. Everyone wondered if he was talking about himself, but they weren’t sure.

Yao Xinxin’s heart thumped.

He continued, “For those who go home on the weekends, don’t spend too much time on electronic devices.”

The majority of the class buried their heads again.

Teacher Song swept his gaze casually over the entire class, unexpectedly asking, “Is the math homework I assign a lot?”

No one answered.

But Yao Xinxin and the 2D team suddenly felt their hearts tighten.

They seemed to have caught a clue but had no evidence!

Teacher Song chuckled. “Well, it’s probably not enough.”

Wow—there were tears in the audience.

In the end, Teacher Song didn’t assign more homework. He just stood on the stage and said in the most ordinary tone, “Next summer vacation, we’ll meet again. So, this countdown is not just a countdown to the college entrance exam.”

It was a bit sentimental, but after thinking for a moment, Song Fuzhi added, “But before that, no matter how tough it gets, I’ll be with all of you.”

The classroom fell silent. The students instinctively lifted their heads and looked at the number on the blackboard. Outside the window, the spring sunlight was bright, with the rustling of leaves and distant bird songs filling the air.

After a few spring rains, new buds sprouted on the branches, and the weather gradually warmed.

Recently, Professor Shi has been busy. Taking advantage of the spring season, which aligned with the collection requirements, the project team went on a field survey for three weeks.

Teacher Song originally thought he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. With so much work to do every day and so many students to manage, there wouldn’t be time to miss Shi Zhang.

However, just half a week after he left, Song Fuzhi, lying alone on the bed, felt that the bed seemed too big.

Scared by the previous incident, now every night, Song Fuzhi had to call Shi Zhang, checking if he was injured or if there were any dangers.

Shi Zhang said no, but Song Fuzhi didn’t believe it. With a stern face, she asked Shi Zhang to take off all his clothes so she could see for herself that he was okay.

Professor Shi laughed lightly on the other end, saying that, Teacher Song, your request is a bit excessive.

And indeed, sometimes it was quite excessive.

The field collection work was tiring—carrying equipment boxes, cameras, and climbing mountains and rocks. But Professor Shi was like a wild beast released into the mountains. Even through the screen, one could feel the wild aura emanating from him, making people breathe quickly.

With a bit of a tan, more defined muscle lines, and a touch of sexiness.

Teacher Song, dealing with official business, asked him to lift his arm, showcasing his unblemished skin. Shi Zhang looked at the camera with a soft gaze, seemingly smiling but not quite.

In any case, there were a few days when the call, originally meant for checking on him, turned into something else.

Fortunately, Teacher Song was fine. Their home had excellent sound insulation, and the facilities were complete. It was just hard on Professor Shi, living in a small house in the mountains with only a thin wooden board separating it from the others.

Looking at the grim veins on his neck, Song Fuzhi knew he was restraining himself.

Three weeks later, on the day Shi Zhang returned, Teacher Song deliberately exchanged his evening self-study class with other teachers, got off work early at seven, and drove to the airport to pick him up.

Professor Shi threw all the messy equipment and specimens to the doctoral students, got into Teacher Song’s car, and slammed the door.

Back home, the thin spring shirts on both of them were peeled off before they even entered the bedroom.

Drops of sweat slid down along the moving Adam’s apple, falling onto the chest of the other person.

Shi Zhang squinted his eyes and saw a new photo hanging on the wall above their bed.

It was their cosplay wedding photo.

Song Fuzhi, struggling to catch his gaze, breathlessly said, “I had someone make a frame for it; how?”

Shi Zhang bent down, sealing his lips tightly.

At four in the morning that day, FuFu Teacher suddenly opened a Weibo account and posted his first Weibo.

@FuFu: “My first collaboration is with @Octopus, our wedding photo. The collaboration was very pleasant, and we’ll continue in the future.”

The attached picture was a miraculous cosplay portrait.

The god with golden hair and light-colored eyes, dressed in flowing white robes, held a bloody heart in his palm, slightly tilting his head.

Behind him, the demon with black hair scattered, bone whips raised, and the hand that killed mercilessly tightly grasped the god’s slender wrist.

The two seemed to be in a fierce battle, yet it also seemed like they were kissing.

In any case, their radiance permeated each other, making it difficult to distinguish.

At four in the morning, the surviving netizens doubted their eyes, thinking they were sleepwalking or hallucinating.

The comments section at four in the morning went crazy.

-??? I just woke up. Is this FuFu’s Weibo??

-Ah ah, ah, ah, so beautiful, so beautiful!!

-Damn, your first collaboration is actually a wedding photo, ah ah ah ah ah!

-God!!!

Motherf*cker, the first time I’ve seen a collaboration mean marriage, hahaha!!

-Ah ah ah, my favorite coser couple actually cosed my OTP, wuu wuu wuu wuu—

-You two are toxic. Online at four in the morning, the teacher said, What did you finish doing?!!

People saw FuFu’s Weibo because Octopus Teacher followed him at the first moment and liked it.

Then, everyone saw that Octopus Teacher also posted a Weibo with the same picture as FuFu’s.

@Octopus: “@FuFu, you helped them soar high, and I wish to be the branch where you can always roost.”