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

Jiang Che spread his suitcase out on the bed and threw a few T-shirts into it.

Ggigi squatted beside the box, tilting her head to look at him.

"You're not going."

Jiang Che stuffed the charger into his side pocket and warned it, "Wait for me at home, don't dismantle the sofa."

Ggigi didn't move, and its tail didn't wag.

Jiang Che pulled out a hard-covered photo album from the bottom of the wardrobe. The cover was dark blue and it read "Graduation Commemoration of Class 3, 2016, XX Middle School".

Old things.

He turned to the first page.

In the group photo, more than forty people were crammed into three rows. The resolution was low, and their faces were all blurred together.

The third girl from the right in the back row, with a ponytail, was standing to the side. She wasn't short, but she had a low profile.

Facial features are not clearly visible.

Jiang Che flipped to the section for individual photos.

The photos are arranged by student ID number, but several pages are missing, and the tear is still there.

Who tore it?

He stared at it for two seconds, then closed the photo album and placed it at the bottom of his suitcase.

There is only one piece of information that can be confirmed.

There was indeed a girl with a ponytail in the back row. She was very quiet and didn't speak to him.

My phone vibrated.

Lu Han: [The car's here, get out quickly.]

Jiang Che pulled the suitcase up and looked down at Ggigi.

Don't look at me like that.

Ggigi snorted.

Whether she recognizes you or not is none of my business.

After saying this, Jiang Che paused for half a second, then picked up his suitcase and went out the door.

Pudong Airport, First Class Waiting Room.

Lu Han, wearing a mask and pulling down the brim of her hat, was holding a coffee in her hand and came over as soon as she sat down.

Have you seen the online buzz?

Jiang Che swiped open his phone and glanced at it: "Over 400,000 discussions."

Lu Han raised an eyebrow: "Wow, that's rising pretty fast."

"It's all thanks to netizens criticizing me."

Lu Han chuckled and lowered her voice: "Once we're on the show and get positive exposure, our popularity will soar even higher."

"Whether they criticize you or not is not important; what's important is that they get to know you again."

Jiang Che didn't respond to that, and instead looked down at his phone.

The topic is still trending.

The discussion has shifted from "Who is Jiang Che?" to "When did Song Yuqi confess her feelings?" and "Is Jiang Che worthy of her?"

The two sides were arguing fiercely.

He turned off Weibo, got up, and boarded the plane.

When we landed at Chongqing Jiangbei Airport, it was already 4 p.m.

On the way to the hotel, Lu Han took off her mask and took a picture of the skyline in the direction of Hongyadong through the window.

Have you ever been to Chongqing?

"no."

"The production team chose this place as their first stop; they probably didn't have good intentions. It's all uphill and steep, the kind that's exhausting."

Jiang Che hummed in response but didn't say much.

The phone screen lit up.

A trending topic pop-up appeared.

[#SongYuqi will be live streaming tonight at 8 PM# Caption: There are some things I want to say in person]

Jiang Che stared at the line of text for two seconds, then turned his phone over and placed it face down on his lap.

Lu Han caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye, and couldn't help but smile.

"Are you watching at 8 PM tonight?"

"What are you looking at? What does it have to do with me?"

Lu Han held her phone and deliberately dragged out her words: "That's right, the nation's goddess publicly explaining her crush has absolutely nothing to do with you, the great lyricist Jiang."

Jiang Che tilted his head to look at him: "Are you very free?"

"I'm busy watching you be stubborn."

The car entered the tunnel, and the interior went dark instantly.

Jiang Che took advantage of this time to open Douyin (TikTok), register a new account, and used his spare SIM card.

The nickname was just a random string of numbers.

He flipped through the photo album and selected a picture of Ggigi's back.

The corgi's round, chubby back view makes it impossible to tell who its owner is.

When Lu Han turned around, he had already put his phone back in his pocket.

"What are you doing?"

"Check the navigation."

Lu Han scoffed: "You'd better be."

The hotel is near Jiefangbei, and the production crew booked an entire floor.

Jiang Che swiped his card to enter the room, put down his luggage, and the first thing he did was check the time.

6:30.

There's still an hour and a half left.

He took a shower, changed into a clean T-shirt, and sat on the edge of the bed.

7:50.

He picked up his phone, opened his Douyin account, and searched for "Song Yuqi".

Number of people who booked the live stream: 3.2 million.

At 7:58, he made the appointment.

The live stream started at 8:00 AM sharp.

The moment the screen popped up, the number of online users jumped from zero to 600,000, and then broke one million three seconds later.

Song Yuqi sat in front of the camera.

She was wearing no makeup, a gray sweatshirt, and her hair was tied in a low ponytail.

The background is a hotel room with a decorative painting of Chongqing's night view hanging on the wall.

She is also in Chongqing.

The screen was already flooded with comments.

[Sister is so beautiful!]

[Qi! Ignore that songwriter!]

Jiang Che is not good enough for you, wake up!

Sister, you deserve better!!

Does anyone think this is a publicity stunt?

Song Yuqi didn't rush to speak. She picked up her water glass, took a sip, and her gaze lingered on the comments for a few seconds.

She then put down the cup and looked at the camera.

"I saw it."

"I've seen everything you've said."

"But I need to make one thing clear first."

"Having a crush on him is my own business."

"It has nothing to do with him."

"Please don't attack him, thank you."

The number of viewers in the live stream jumped to two million after that sentence.

The barrage of comments immediately split in direction.

[Waaaa, sister is so good!]

Wake up! That person sings terribly!

Let's respect and bless our sisters.

I'm sorry, but I still feel unworthy.

Song Yuqi stopped looking at the comments and spoke at a steady pace.

"I know everyone has questions."

"I'll only say this once today."

"I will not discuss this matter publicly again in the future."

The screen was filled with comments, one after another, making it almost impossible to read.

Jiang Che held his phone, his thumb hovering above the input box.

He typed a line of text, then deleted it.

Retype it, then delete it.

In the end, only one sentence remained.

How did you two meet?

send.

This comment was pushed away by a new message and didn't even stop for half a second.

With hundreds of thousands of comments scrolling simultaneously, no one will notice a single digital ID.

No one would notice the corgi's back view or the image of its head.

But Song Yuqi on the screen stopped looking.

She stared at a certain spot on the screen for two seconds.

Then he curved the corners of his mouth into a smile.

Song Yuqi looked at the camera, her voice a little slower than before.

"Some people ask how I met him."

The speed of the live stream chat slowed down.

Everyone is waiting.

"He and I were high school classmates."

She tilted her head slightly, her tone sounding somewhat disappointed.

"But back then, I was just an ordinary nobody."

"Sit behind him."

"I watch him paint and write lyrics every day."

She paused for half a second.

"He probably doesn't remember me."

The screen was flooded with comments again.

Jiang Che didn't read the comments.

Was she responding to that comment?

Out of hundreds of thousands of results, how did she manage to see them?

Jiang Che looked down at his profile picture.

GGigi's back view.

Just then, a banging sound came from the room.

Lu Han's voice couldn't be suppressed even through the wall.

"Jiang Che!"

Did you watch the live stream?

"She's talking about you, 100% you!"

Jiang Che did not respond.

The phone screen was still lit.

In the upper right corner of Song Yuqi's live stream, the number of viewers has exceeded four million.

On the system panel, the reputation value is jumping up.

Current Reputation Value: 687432

[Reputation points are being gained... +8600/minute]

Lu Han was still knocking on the door.

"Open the door!"

"Stop pretending to be dead!"

"How will you face her when you join the crew tomorrow?"