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

Wang Mian cleared his throat and pulled out a sheet of printed paper with a pink mark from the bottom of the kraft paper envelope.

As soon as the paper was taken out, Wang Mian's eyes lit up.

He looked up at the fourth chair.

"Song Yuqi".

"You seemed to be laughing quite happily when they were biting each other just now."

Song Yuqi wiped the smile off her face and pressed her back against the chair.

She had a very bad feeling.

Wang Mian held up the paper with the pink mark to his eyes, deliberately drawing out his words.

"When the production team was doing preliminary research, they contacted your agent, Su Qing."

"Sister Qing was very cooperative with our work."

"She not only provided some standard materials, but also handed over a confidential file that she called nuclear bomb-level."

Upon hearing Su Qing's name, Song Yuqi's fingers tightened around the armrest of the chair.

Wang Mian looked down at the words on the paper, his mouth almost stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

"This file contains a record of a Weibo account."

"This alternate account's ID has a very retro feel, and it's also very..."

He paused for a moment, then found a suitable word.

"Chuunibyou (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur)."

Song Yuqi's breath hitched, and her eyes slowly widened.

Wang Mian didn't give her any time to process it and read the ID aloud directly.

"The trumpet's name is Qi, who listens to music while hiding in the corner."

Upon hearing these eight words, Song Yuqi was unable to move from her chair.

Her neck turned red all the way from her collarbone to her ears, and the temperature on her face soared.

Chen He was stunned for a moment, then slapped his thigh and burst into laughter.

"Qi, hiding in the corner listening to music?"

"Yuqi, this is the account you registered in junior high school, right?"

"This name is so outdated, is it a relic from the alternative culture era?"

Deng Chao also joined in the commotion, nudging Chen He with his elbow.

"What do you know? This is called art and literature."

"That young girl must have been a bohemian young woman back then, always hiding in a corner to lament the passing of spring and the coming of autumn."

Wang Mian used a megaphone to drown out Deng Chao and Chen He's voices.

"You two, don't be in such a hurry to laugh."

"This account is not some abandoned, non-mainstream alt account."

"According to the information provided by Sister Qing, this alternate account has only followed one person for ten years since it was registered."

"Moreover, all the content posted by this alternate account over the past ten years has been secretly recording and observing this person's daily life."

The beach immediately fell silent.

Chen He stopped laughing.

Deng Chao stopped joking.

Lu Han sat in the chair, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Song Yuqi and Jiang Che.

Everyone realized who the protagonist of this ten-year unrequited love diary was.

it goes without saying.

Song Yuqi's face turned so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

She covered her face with her hands, not daring to even look to her right.

Jiang Che leaned back in the fifth chair, tilted his head to look at Song Yuqi's bright red ears, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

Wang Mian took the paper and took a step forward.

"Yuqi, here are the rules now."

"I have a specific Weibo post you made on this alternate account."

"You need to read this Weibo post aloud in front of the camera."

Song Yuqi lowered her hand and shook her head urgently at Wang Mian.

I won't read it.

"Deduct the money, just deduct five hundred."

She reached for the money bag in her arms, her hands trembling.

Wang Mian took half a step back, dodging her outstretched hand.

"That won't do."

"Sister Qing specifically instructed that the content of this Weibo post is very crucial."

She also said, "If you don't want to read it, let us project this Weibo post directly onto the big screen behind us."

Song Yuqi panicked and stood up abruptly from her chair.

"How much of a bribe did Sister Qing receive from you?"

"She even pulled down my underwear!"

Chen He, who was watching the excitement from the sidelines and didn't mind making things worse, immediately jumped in and added fuel to the fire.

"Yuqi, read it aloud."

"If you don't want to read it, how about I pay for the answers?"

"I'll personally sponsor 500 yuan to buy you the money to read aloud!"

Deng Chao, not to be outdone, raised his hand and shouted.

"I'll offer a thousand!"

Lu Han added a sentence.

"I'll put up two hundred, just to join in the fun."

The three people started fanning the flames from the sidelines.

Song Yuqi stood there, caught in a dilemma.

She knew what that Weibo post was about.

That was when Jiang Che had just written a hit song. She listened to it in the practice room and then secretly posted it in the bathroom.

The words of a young girl's yearning for love, tinged with a touch of humility, were now being read aloud in front of so many people; it was worse than killing her.

What's more, the person in question was sitting just half a meter away from her.

"I really won't study."

"Deduct as much as you want, I'll accept it even if you deduct all the money."

Song Yuqi steeled her resolve, grabbed the fund bag, sat back down in her chair, and closed her eyes, pretending to be dead.

Wang Mian looked at the paper in his hand, then at Song Yuqi, who was pretending to be dead with her eyes closed.

Are you sure you don't want to study?

"Then we'll just use screen mirroring."

He raised his hand, ready to signal to the director in the distance.

Just then, Jiang Che spoke up.

His voice, though soft, reached everyone's ears clearly.

"He wrote another new song today."

"That sounds really good."

I wonder when he will see me.

The sea breeze on the beach seemed to stop at that moment.

Chen He's mouth was agape, unable to close.

Deng Chaoju's hand froze in mid-air.

Lu Han almost dropped the mineral water bottle in her hand onto the sand.

Wang Mian stopped moving and abruptly looked down at the printout in his hand.

The contents on the paper were exactly the same, word for word.

Even the pauses in the punctuation marks are perfectly matched.

Song Yuqi opened her eyes abruptly and turned to look at Jiang Che.

Her eyes were filled with shock, and she even forgot to breathe.

Jiang Che didn't look at anyone else; his gaze remained fixed on Song Yuqi.

The firelight reflected in his eyes, illuminating the unyielding tenderness within them.

Song Yuqi's lips moved twice, her voice so soft that only the two of them could hear it.

"How...how did you know?"

She hid that trumpet very well.

Even Su Qing only discovered it by chance.

How did Jiang Che know the details?

Jiang Che looked at her but did not answer the question.

He simply shifted his gaze from Song Yuqi's face to Wang Mian, who was standing opposite him.

He tilted his head slightly, his tone perfectly natural.

Let's make a judgment.

"The rules state that teammates can help answer supplementary questions."

Wang Mian was somewhat bewildered by this sudden turn of events.

He looked at the file in his hand, then at Jiang Che's matter-of-fact face.

"No, is this considered a make-up answer?"

Chen He finally realized what was happening, and he held his head and spun around on the beach.

"What's this?"

"Is this an interrogation party or a pure love festival?"

"We're here to be interrogated, not to be fed dog food!"

Deng Chao walked over and patted Wang Mian on the shoulder.

"Forget it, Mian'er, just give me the money."

Wang Mian sighed helplessly and raised the megaphone.

"Verified by the archives."

"Jiang Che's supplementary answer is completely correct, with not a single word missing. Add 500 yuan to the budget."

Song Yuqi sat in the chair, feeling her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

She stared at Jiang Che's profile, her mind a jumbled mess.

Jiang Che turned his head and met her gaze.

He didn't say anything, but simply reached out and gently pinched her bright red earlobe.

Song Yuqi immediately shrank her neck, but did not dodge.

In the distance, in the temporary monitoring room.

Wu Zheng stared at the screen showing Jiang Che and Song Yuqi interacting, his brows furrowed into a knot.

He slammed the lemonade he was holding onto the table.

"It's off-center."

"The direction is completely off."

He turned to look at the assistant director behind him, his tone clearly dissatisfied.

"I asked them to expose each other's shortcomings, not to use the show's platform for a 'pure love' live broadcast."

The assistant director wiped the sweat from his forehead and cautiously continued the conversation.

"Director Wu, you can't blame Wang Mian for this."

"Who would have thought that Jiang Che could even memorize those old-fashioned Weibo posts?"

"This kid's memory is a bit illogical."

Wu Zheng snorted and pressed the button on the walkie-talkie on the table.

"Wang Mian, can you hear me?"

On the screen, Wang Mian subtly touched the in-ear monitor in his ear.

Wu Zheng's voice continued to carry over.

"There's no need to warm them up anymore."

"Let's get straight to the main course."

"Take out that last file and attack Jiang Che directly."

"I want to see if he can answer every question so smoothly."