I'm in Wuha, and the whole internet is shipping me and Song Yuqi as a couple.

At the entrance of Shancheng Lane, Jiang Che leaned on his knees, panting.

Three hundred steps.

Song Yuqi was already standing under the archway. She looked back at him, her breathing steady, unlike someone who had just climbed a hill.

"You can't do it."

Jiang Che looked up at her, too weak to reply.

The cameraman was also panting, yet he still insisted on pointing the camera at him.

The live stream chat was filled with mocking comments.

[Haha, the lyricist's stamina is failing!]

[Song Yuqi is indeed a singing and dancing idol; her physical abilities are overwhelming!]

[Jiang Che, do you run? Do you exercise? You're just wasting your time writing songs at home!]

I feel sorry for her, but I also want to laugh!

Song Yuqi took two steps back, took a bottle of water out of her backpack, and handed it to him.

"Drink some water."

Jiang Che took it, unscrewed the cap, and drank two mouthfuls. After a few seconds, he straightened up.

"Let's go."

The walkway in Shancheng Lane is narrower than that in Shibatidi.

On both sides are cafes and guesthouses converted from stilted buildings, and in some places only one person can pass at a time.

The cameraman switched to using a smaller camera angle to follow the subject.

As you walk to the middle of the trail, a red box stands by the roadside with the Wuha logo on it.

Song Yuqi walked over, opened the box, and inside were two small whiteboards and two markers.

There is also an instruction card.

She read it aloud.

"Teamwork Challenge"

"Rules: The two stand back to back. The host asks ten questions, and each person writes their answers on a whiteboard."

One point is awarded for each identical answer, and a passing score is seven points.

"For every point below seven, the penalty is ten squats."

Jiang Che walked over and glanced at the instruction card.

Ten questions to test teamwork.

His tacit understanding with Song Yuqi.

The two of them have exchanged no more than twenty sentences in total.

"This question is not working for me." Jiang Che picked up the whiteboard.

Song Yuqi had already turned around, her back to him: "Don't worry, I understand you."

Jiang Che stopped holding the pen cap.

Do you understand him?

This statement carries more weight than the ten questions on the task card.

The cameraman held up the cue card: Question 1.

What is Jiang Che's favorite drink?

Jiang Che wrote two words without hesitation: American style.

Flip-board.

On Song Yuqi's whiteboard, it says: Americano, no sugar, no milk.

The cameraman made a gesture: That counts.

Jiang Che raised an eyebrow.

Question 2.

What is Song Yuqi afraid of?

Jiang Che held the pen and thought for three seconds.

Her fear?

he does not know.

He wrote: Thunder.

Flip-board.

On Song Yuqi's side, it read: Caterpillar.

wrong.

Jiang Che turned to look at her.

Song Yuqi turned around, met his gaze, and smiled: "You guessed wrong."

"Thunder? Why do you think I'm afraid of thunder?"

"Just a guess."

"You guessed so casually."

The live stream chat was flooded with "haha" comments.

Jiang Che knew nothing about Qi Qi!

They've remembered you for ten years, and you don't even know what they're afraid of?

This relationship is truly one-sided; it's all one-sided on the part of the person in question.

Question 3: "What are Jiang Che's habitual actions when writing songs?"

Jiang Che wrote: "Twirling a pen."

Flip-board.

Song Yuqi wrote: Biting the pen cap, left foot shaking.

The cameraman looked at the two boards, hesitated for a moment, and then judged them to be inconsistent.

Song Yuqi turned to look at him: "Aren't you going to bite your pen cap?"

"Occasionally."

"What about the left foot?"

"What left foot?"

"Your left leg keeps shaking when you write."

Song Yuqi said with certainty, "Back in high school, I sat behind you, and your desk would shake too."

Jiang Che opened his mouth.

He himself had never paid attention to this habit.

The comments section was flooded with messages.

She even pays attention to her feet!

[The observational skills of someone with a crush are truly terrifying...]

This isn't a crush, it's a research project!

After completing all ten questions, the results came out.

Of the ten questions, Song Yuqi answered all five correctly about Jiang Che.

Jiang Che answered all zero questions about Song Yuqi correctly.

Total score: 5 points.

Two points short.

Punish him with twenty squats.

Song Yuqi put her hands on her hips and looked at him: "I got all five questions about you right, but you got all five questions about me wrong."

"You are the partner I've ever met who understands you the least."

Jiang Che had nothing to say.

A voice came through the walkie-talkie from Deng Chao's side; he was clearly watching a live broadcast.

"Dude! Zero points? You know absolutely nothing about that girl? Are you even human?"

Chen He's voice also chimed in: "No way, she's remembered you for ten years, and you don't even know she's afraid of caterpillars."

Lu Han added, "I told you he was a good-for-nothing."

The laughter of the three people came together on the walkie-talkie.

Jiang Che put the whiteboard on the ground and started doing squats.

One, two.

When they got to the fifth one, Song Yuqi suddenly squatted down as well.

Jiang Che stopped: "What are you doing?"

"I'll do it with you. Doing twenty is too slow for you. It'll be faster if we split up."

"The rules didn't say you had to do it together."

Song Yuqi squatted down to the third spot, looked up at him, and said, "What does my willingness have to do with the rules?"

Jiang Che paused for half a second.

The chat messages in the live stream were so numerous that I couldn't see them clearly.

[Aww, she's so gentle!]

[I had to do everything even when I was being punished unilaterally! I cried!]

[This woman is too good! I need to die first!]

Jiang Che, if you dare not be tempted, I'll beat you up on behalf of the entire nation!

Twenty squats, ten for each of them.

After finishing, Song Yuqi patted the dust off her pants and smiled at him.

"Let's go, this is the last mission."

Jiang Che stood there for two seconds and then followed her.

The last checkpoint is located at the end of Shancheng Lane.

A small viewing platform offers views of the Jialing River and the high-rise buildings across the river.

The light of dusk seeped through the gaps between the buildings and fell on the stone railings.

A red mission box stands in the center of the observation deck.

Song Yuqi walked over and opened it.

Inside were two blank cards, a pen, and a Bluetooth microphone.

The task instructions are posted on the inside of the box.

[Task 3: Write or sing something for the other person. The format and content are unrestricted. Each person must complete one task; refusal is not permitted.]

Song Yuqi looked at the Bluetooth microphone, then glanced at the card.

She turned to look at Jiang Che.

Which one do you choose?

Jiang Che stood three steps away, hands in his pockets, his gaze sweeping over the cards and microphone.

"You go first."

Without hesitation, Song Yuqi picked up the card and pen.

She leaned against the stone railing and wrote for about thirty seconds.

After writing, I turned the card over and held it face down in my hand without showing it to him.

"I've finished writing, what about you?"

Jiang Che looked at the remaining Bluetooth microphones.

To write or to sing.

She chose to write.

All that's left for him is to sing.

The production team had planned it out long ago.

The number of viewers in the live stream exceeded 60 million at that moment.

The barrage of comments was almost non-stop; they were all saying the same thing.

Is he going to sing?

[That off-key guy is going to sing in front of 60 million people?!]

【Oh no, this is a social disaster!】

Wait a minute, what if he really sings off-key for Song Yuqi? Even though it sounds awful, it's still so touching!

I've got my earplugs ready, let's go!

Jiang Che picked up the microphone.

The Bluetooth connection was established with the small speaker next to the observation deck, and the red light came on.

Song Yuqi leaned against the railing, holding the written card in her hand, and looked up at him.

The camera was pointed at him from two angles at the same time.

Residents of Shancheng Lane leaned out of their second-floor windows to watch the excitement.

A ship's whistle sounded in the distance.

Jiang Che paused, holding the microphone.

The system panel flashed in the corner of the field of vision.

[Singing ability (SS level) has been activated.]

[First use of the public stage grants 5 reputation points.]

He closed his eyes briefly.

When he opened his eyes again, he looked at Song Yuqi.

She stood in the afterglow, a few strands of her high ponytail blown loose by the river breeze and clinging to her cheek.

Her expression looked calm, but she gripped the card tightly with her fingers.

Jiang Che spoke.

There was no accompaniment.

There is no prelude.

When the first sound came from the chest, everyone on the observation deck stopped moving.

I like seeing you frown and call me a coward.

It was those few lines he wrote on the whiteboard.

But singing it out loud is completely different from writing it on a whiteboard.

His voice was clean and deep, with clear enunciation and a slight upward cadence at the end.

It's not deliberate; it sounds more like you're talking to someone.

"Your expression was more ambiguous than that of a friend."

Song Yuqi dropped the card in her hand.

She didn't bend down to pick it up.

"A lonely title, a sweet reproach."

"It has a unique and exclusive special quality."

He didn't stop after singing the four lines.

A new paragraph follows.

It wasn't written on the whiteboard.

However, there's the sequel to the song "Forgot or Not" that Song Yuqi sang before.

"Every sleepless night, your goodnight becomes a lonely one."

The live stream froze for a full three seconds.

The comment section is blank.

Song Yuqi took half a step forward, then stopped.

"You can only embrace me in your memories."

The last word fell.

Shancheng Lane was quiet for two seconds.

Then a middle-aged woman cheered from the second-floor window.

"Well sung, young man!"

This was immediately followed by a burst of applause.

Passersby, staff, and even cameramen were all filming.

The live stream chat finally started flooding with comments.

The speed is ten times that of before.

What?! He sings?! Isn't he off-key?!

[Am I hearing things, or has he changed his voice? This voice??]

[Wait, wait, let me catch my breath. Isn't he tone-deaf? Was that part he sang live?]

What happened to the off-key video from three years ago?! This is a completely different level!

[That last sentence! I remember it! He was responding to her!!!]

[I cried, I really cried! He continued singing her song!]

[Calm down first, is this lip-syncing? Are there any professionals who can analyze this?]

[The breath control is live! The microphone is clearly audible! Absolutely live singing!]

Song Yuqi stood still.

The card is still on the ground.

She pursed her lips, her jaw tightened, and remained silent for a long time.

Three seconds later, she bent down and picked up the card.

I patted off the dust.

He walked up to Jiang Che.

Hand him the card face up.

There was only one line of text written on it.

Jiang Che looked down.

When will you remember me?

He finished reading and looked up.

Song Yuqi's eyes were moist, but she was still smiling.

"It's okay now."

Jiang Che put the card into his pocket.

The walkie-talkie crackled with Deng Chao's frantic voice.

"He can sing? When did he learn to sing?? Can someone tell me what happened??"

Lu Han's voice boomed out of the crowd: "I knew it! I knew this kid was hiding!"

Chen He only said one sentence: "Awesome."

There was silence on Wang Mian's end; he was probably still processing what was happening.

The numbers on the system panel were jumping around very quickly.

Current Reputation Value: 4672100

Reputation gain rate: +580000/minute

[Unlockable Talent: Stage Presence (Grade A) - Requirements met, unlock now?]

Jiang Che put away the microphone and looked at the line of text on the panel.

There's no rush.

He turned his head to look in the direction of the Jialing River.

The sun had already set halfway down.

Song Yuqi stood next to him, half a step away.

He didn't say anything.

But her hand hung at her side, and her little finger twitched.

I didn't run into him.

It didn't shrink back.