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

The noodle stall owner slammed the strainer onto the stove.

Without even taking off his apron, he darted over to Jiang Che in two steps.

"Are you the lyricist? My wife saw your singing video yesterday and forced me to watch it eight times!"

Jiang Che took half a step back.

"Big brother, keep your voice down."

The noodle stall owner's voice was so loud that people on half the street turned their heads.

The guy playing guitar next to me finally realized what was happening and almost dropped his guitar.

"You...you're Jiang Che? The Jiang Che who wrote 'The Coward'?"

"Um."

"Holy crap!" The guy jumped up. "I spent all night transcribing the sheet music, and the original composer is standing right in front of me?!"

Lu Han was so happy that she slapped her thigh.

Song Yuqi leaned close to Jiang Che's ear, "The task card says to find a passerby to sing, isn't this guy perfect?"

Jiang Che glanced at the requirements on the task card: If there are more than three instances of being out of tune, the task will fail.

Let's take another look at the guy's skill level just now, with his string splitting and wrong chords.

"He just played seven wrong notes."

"So you teach him."

Song Yuqi shrugged. "Don't you know better than anyone how to sing the songs you write?"

Just as Jiang Che was about to retort, the live stream chat was already flooded with comments.

The noodle stall owner brought out a plastic stool at some point, plopped down next to me, and rested his chin on his hands.

"Young man, why don't you teach him? I'll treat you to noodles after you're done!"

"Really?" Lu Han grabbed Jiang Che's shoulder. "I'll teach you! I have to! You'll get free noodles, buddy!"

Jiang Che was pushed in front of the young man and a guitar was shoved into his hand.

He looked at the strings, then glanced at the onlookers who were filming with their phones.

Forget it.

"You played the wrong chord in the third measure."

Jiang Che turned the guitar horizontally and placed his left hand on the fretboard. "This is a B minor seventh chord transitioning to an E minor triad, not a direct E minor triad."

He plucked the strings twice, and a clear tone came out from the broken speaker, the quality of which was immediately different.

The young man's eyes widened, and he quickly took out his phone to record a video.

"And the transition before the chorus, you used too much strumming."

Jiang Che plucked three strings with his right hand, demonstrating once, "You need to hold back here, and increase the intensity only when people come in."

The young man nodded repeatedly, practically wanting to bury his face in front of the fingerboard.

Song Yuqi squatted down beside him, her chin resting on her knees, watching Jiang Che teach people.

When he talked about chords, his brows were furrowed, his speech was slower than usual, and his fingers moved very steadily on the strings.

It's still the same energy I had in high school.

Back then, he would hunch over his desk, tapping out rhythms with a pencil and humming the melody over and over again, while she listened from the back row.

"What are you thinking about?" Lu Han squatted down next to her.

Song Yuqi snapped out of her reverie: "I was wondering if he could ask for an extra bowl of noodles after he finished teaching."

"Aren't you full?"

"I've been running all afternoon, I'm hungry."

Lu Han saw the way she was staring at Jiang Che and a smirk appeared on her lips.

"Okay, if you say you're hungry, then you're hungry."

Five minutes later, the guy's guitar skills visibly improved by a level.

At least they're not flying around randomly anymore.

Jiang Che returned the guitar to him and took two steps back.

"Alright, let's start from the beginning."

The young man steadied himself and placed his fingers on the strings.

The prelude begins.

This time it's much cleaner, no string cracking, no extraneous noise, and the chord transitions are smooth.

When he sang the chorus, the guy's voice wasn't exactly amazing, but his pitch was perfect.

Jiang Che silently counted: one minor flaw, two minor flaws.

After singing the whole song.

There are two minor flaws, no more than three.

"Mission accomplished!" The cameraman gave a thumbs up. "One health bar added, Blue Team now has 10."

Lu Han jumped up and down on the spot: "We broke even! We broke even!"

The noodle stall owner clapped the loudest: "Well sung! The noodles are here!"

He turned and went into the noodle stall. After a few clanging sounds from the spatula, three steaming bowls of Chongqing noodles were served.

A thick layer of chili oil, with chopped scallions and minced garlic covering the surface of the bowl.

Lu Han was the first to rush over and take the bowl.

Song Yuqi also walked over, picked up a bowl, turned around and handed it to Jiang Che.

"You're the hero, you eat first."

Jiang Che took the bowl and touched the back of her hand.

Both of them paused for a moment.

Song Yuqi first let go of her hand, then turned around to get her own bowl, her movements so quick they seemed almost deliberate.

The noodle stall owner ran out carrying the fourth bowl of noodles, his voice still incredibly loud.

"Young man! Your girlfriend is so good to you! My wife never serves me noodles!"

Jiang Che almost spat out the noodles in his mouth.

Lu Han laughed so hard she leaned back, dropping her chopsticks on the floor.

Song Yuqi squatted on a low stool, slurping noodles without looking up.

"Uncle, he's not my boyfriend."

The noodle stall owner looked incredulous: "Not his boyfriend? Then the way you looked at him just now was exactly the same way my wife looks at discounted pig's trotters!"

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with comments.

[What kind of sane person are you, noodle stall owner!]

Discounted pig's trotters, hahaha, I'm dying of laughter!

[The older man is right! Song Yuqi looks at Jiang Che with that "This is mine, nobody can take it" kind of gaze!]

Song Yuqi choked on her noodles, coughing until tears streamed down her face.

Jiang Che put down the bowl and patted her back.

Lu Han saw all of this and silently raised a finger in her mind.

After finishing three bowls of noodles, the three continued on their way.

The blue team has 10 health bars and is still more than a kilometer away from the finish line.

Song Yuqi wiped the red oil from the corner of her mouth and quickened her pace.

"Come on, we still have some mission cards to find."

Jiang Che followed and glanced at the watch.

"Five minutes left, you'll lose health if you run out of time."

Lu Han chewed on the fried peanuts the noodle stall owner had given her as a bonus, and mumbled, "Isn't there a blue marker under that bridge over there?"

All three of them looked over at the same time.

Sure enough, there was a small piece of blue tape stuck to the railing by the bridge arch.

Song Yuqi ran over and pulled out the fourth card through the gap in the railing.

She glanced at the contents, and her expression changed.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Che walked over.

Song Yuqi turned the card over so it was facing him.

Task 4: Two team members must hold hands and walk the 200-meter riverside trail without letting go. There are three obstacles along the way that require cooperation to overcome.

Lu Han swallowed the last peanut and clapped his hands.

"Let me state upfront that I'm saving my hand for my mom."

He took three steps back, put his hands in his pockets, and grinned at the camera.

"Please, gentlemen."