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

Wu Zheng slammed the folder onto the table.

Everyone at the table stopped what they were doing at once.

Deng Chao held his chopsticks.

Wang Mian stood the spoon upright in the bowl.

Chen He put down his teacup.

Lu Han stopped eating the pan-fried buns.

Song Yuqi had just covered the hot milk bottle with her hand, which was hanging in mid-air.

Wu Zheng glanced around; his eyes were dark circles under his eyes, but they shone with an alarming brightness.

He pulled out a chair and sat down steadily, then pulled a piece of paper from the folder and pushed it to the center of the table.

"Recording will begin as scheduled at 9:00 AM today."

Deng Chao was the first to recover: "Have you sorted out the matter of that company withdrawing its investment?"

"He withdrew. I told him to withdraw."

The whole table fell silent.

Lu Han's eyes widened: "They withdrew?!"

"The show doesn't lack sponsors."

Wu Zheng glanced at Song Yuqi, then looked at Jiang Che.

"Last night, three brands called to inquire about the naming rights schedule."

Chen He pulled the paper over and glanced at it.

Raised eyebrows.

"These three?"

"One of the offers was 1.3 times that of a certain cow."

Deng Chao threw down his chopsticks, stood up by supporting himself on the table with both hands, and leaned closer to take a look.

"Are you kidding me?"

Wu Zheng ignored him and threw out the last piece of paper.

A screenshot of last night's real-time data.

The bottom line of numbers is followed by parentheses: "New record for program launch."

Song Yuqi looked at the line of text.

He pulled his hand back and warmed the hot milk in his palm.

"I told you there was no way we could stop recording."

Deng Chao turned to her and gave her a thumbs up: "Yuqi, your Weibo post last night really helped."

Lu Han stuffed the pan-fried bun into her mouth, chewed it twice, swallowed it, and nudged Jiang Che with her elbow.

"Say something!"

Jiang Che tore open the lid of the iced Americano.

I took a sip.

He looked up at Wu Zheng.

"What's the new mission?"

Wu Zheng leaned back in his chair.

"At Three Gorges Square, I took a photo with a passerby."

"Collect twenty photos of the group with the program's logo in them within one hour."

Lu Han laughed: "Why should a stranger take a photo with you?"

"No claiming to be a celebrity, no using your real name as bait." Wu Zheng spread his hands. "Based on your abilities. Everyone, please proceed."

Deng Chao straightened up, striking a captain's pose.

Chen He, holding his teacup, glanced in the direction of the square but didn't respond.

Wang Mian raised his hand: "I have an idea. I'll say I'm a tour guide, and the annual tour guide certificate renewal requires a group photo to earn credits."

Chen He glanced at him: "What rule did you get?"

"I made it up; passersby might not understand it."

Lu Han laughed: "Wang Mian, you've gone astray."

Wang Mian stirred the porridge with a spoon.

"The baptism I received from everyone here has helped me evolve."

Three Gorges Square.

The sunlight turned the ground a ghastly white.

The staff put a program logo on each person's chest.

It's palm-sized, with red background and white lettering.

Lu Han looked down.

It's pasted crookedly, hanging upside down.

"It's okay, even upside down it's still five huskies."

Deng Chao took the initiative and targeted the uncle who was walking the Pomeranian.

"Hello sir, we're filming a travel show, can we take a picture together?"

The middle-aged man looked him up and down, then glanced at the two cameras behind him.

"You sell insurance?"

Deng Chao was speechless.

"Uncle, we don't sell insurance, it's a travel program."

The man picked up the dog, looked down at it, and said, "I don't like taking pictures; I need to walk the dog."

After saying that, he turned and left.

The Pomeranian wriggled twice in his arms and barked at Deng Chao.

Deng Chao stood still.

He turned to look for Chen He.

Chen He was leaning against the flower bed, legs crossed, watching the play while holding a teacup.

the other side.

Wang Mian's theory on the annual inspection of tour guide certificates has already begun.

Across from me was an elderly couple in their sixties.

Wang Mian said earnestly, "The tour guide certificate requires a group photo for assessment every year. The logo cannot be blocked, otherwise the system will not recognize it."

The old man frowned as he listened, nodding repeatedly.

"Does taking this photo mean you'll keep your tour guide license?"

"Yes, it's saved."

The old man turned to his wife and waved: "Come on, let's help this child."

The two elderly people stood side by side, smiling in perfect unison.

After taking the photo with his phone, Wang Mian bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle.

"Thank you both!"

He turned around and took two steps.

The camera was placed close.

In the footage, Wang Mian is still smiling, but his eyes are wandering.

He muttered to himself, head down.

Will I be able to go to heaven again?

The screen was instantly filled with comments.

[Wang Mian, don't you feel any guilt for lying to the elderly?!]

["Going to Heaven" sounds so real, hahaha.]

He'll have enough excuses for a lifetime.

Lu Han's strategy was direct.

I found a young girl who was taking a walk.

He walked over and pointed to the logo on his chest.

Do you recognize this show?

The girl glanced at it, her eyes lighting up: "Five-ha?!"

"right."

The girl took out her phone: "Can we take a picture together?"

Lu Han nodded: "That's exactly what I was going to ask you."

After taking the photo, the girl took a half step back and suddenly stared at him.

"Wait, are you...?"

Lu Han didn't say anything, but stepped aside.

Show the camera behind you.

The girl was stunned at first, then covered her face and screamed.

Seven or eight passersby immediately gathered around.

Deng Chao was both angry and amused as he watched the commotion.

"He has connections, I have experience, but neither of us could use them. Where can we go to complain about this?"

Chen He handed the teacup to the staff member.

"Alright, watch me."

He strolled leisurely around the square.

We stopped in front of a candied hawthorn stall.

I bought a skewer and took a bite.

He turned to the stall owner and said, "Brother, are you filming a show? Let me take a picture with your stall, and while I'm at it, I'll call you GG."

The stall owner's eyes lit up: "Sure!"

Chen He smiled at the camera, then turned to Deng Chao and mouthed: Watch closely.

Deng Chao clenched his fist.

Jiang Che and Song Yuqi stood in a corner of the square.

The task card reads: [Special rule for Group C: The two people must not be separated, and all group photos must show them in the same frame.]

Song Yuqi flipped the card over and put it back face down.

"The director has so much free time."

Jiang Che pressed his phone deeper into his pocket without saying a word.

The cameraman, carrying a stabilizer, huddled to the side.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

[A group photo together? This is practically a done deal!]

Director Wu Zheng, I will support you for life!

Song Yuqi strode towards the center of the square.

"Come on, what are you dawdling for?"

Jiang Che followed.

The two walked side by side in front of the camera, with about half a step between them.

The first group of passersby consisted of three female college students.

They recognized Song Yuqi much faster than they recognized the logo.

As soon as the screams started, the three of them surrounded Song Yuqi.

Jiang Che was pushed to the side.

One of the girls turned around and glanced at Jiang Che, then leaned close to Song Yuqi's ear.

"Isn't this Jiang Che?!"

The sound was not silenced at all.

Song Yuqi nodded.

The girls immediately started to disrupt the formation.

She deliberately moved herself to stand next to Jiang Che.

"Sure! Let's take pictures of both of us!"

Jiang Che stood next to the girl, standing ramrod straight.

Song Yuqi watched as he was arranged so clearly, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

After taking the photo, the three college students looked at the picture and then at the two people.

They exchanged a perfectly tacit glance.

"You two..."

"Thank you!" Song Yuqi interrupted with a smile.

She reached her hand behind her and pulled Jiang Che forward.

I only relaxed when I reached a less crowded place.

Jiang Che stopped in his tracks.

He looked down at his wrist, which had been grabbed.

He didn't say anything, but just looked up at her back.

Song Yuqi didn't turn around; her gaze was already searching for the next group of passersby.

The live stream chat froze for a second.

Immediately afterwards, the screen was filled with bullet comments.

She grabbed his wrist! His wrist!!

[The movements are so natural! There wasn't a single pause!]

[Jiang Che must have been completely stunned when he looked down at his wrist!]

This is subconscious possessiveness!

[I'm going to die first, I'm totally shipping this couple!]