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

The system notifications in Jiang Che's mind kept ringing.

A vast amount of facial muscle control techniques, voice delivery methods, and emotional evoked memories quickly flooded into his consciousness.

Jiang Che took out a tissue and slowly wiped the corner of his mouth.

He suddenly discovered that he could precisely control the amplitude of the twitching of the muscles at the corners of his eyes.

She can even gently suppress the redness on her ear tips caused by eating shrimp by using calm breathing.

Song Yuqi stared at him, her eyes shining brightly.

"Is it tasty?"

"good."

Jiang Che looked up, his expression perfectly composed, even concealing the slight awkwardness he had just felt.

This calm and composed demeanor completely broke the defenses of the three members of the opposing red team.

Deng Chao held the half-eaten dry steamed bun, his voice hoarse.

"Jiang Che, you have no heart!"

Chen He held a glass of plain water and sighed.

"Alright, Brother Chao, stop wailing. They're a perfect couple, and we're just begging here, we're not even part of the background."

Wang Mian silently swallowed a mouthful of steamed bun, his gaze shifting between Jiang Che and Song Yuqi.

"I feel like I'm not only hungry, but my eyes are also burning."

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

[Jiang Che's mouth-wiping gesture just now was absolutely brilliant! He ate it all and then denied it—who could resist that!]

Song Yuqi is such a good feeder!

The red team is really pitiful; three single guys are here watching couples show off their love.

After the meal, the blue team had a small mountain of bone plates in front of them, while the red team had three more jugs of boiled water.

Wu Zheng strolled out from behind the camera, carrying his signature megaphone.

When he comes out, nothing good ever comes of it.

"Are you full? Then let's talk about where to stay tonight."

Deng Chao threw the steamed buns onto the plate.

"What's the point of talking about accommodation? We're completely out of health and have zero funds. Are you planning to make us sleep on the streets?"

Wu Zheng smiled and spread his hands.

"The Red Team currently has zero funding, so the production team has prepared a special tent for you. The location is in the backyard of this hotel."

Wang Mian opened his mouth.

"A tent? It's only ten degrees Celsius in Chongqing tonight, Director."

"This is not my responsibility; these are the rules."

Wu Zheng switched the megaphone to his other hand.

"As for the Blue Team, since they won 500 yuan in funding, plus their original basic accommodation fees, they will be staying at a hot spring hotel halfway up Nanshan Mountain tonight."

Hot spring hotel.

Upon hearing those four words, the eyes of all three members of the red team turned green.

Lu Han leaned back in her chair, twirling a toothpick in her hand, and deliberately raised her voice.

"Oh dear, after running around all day, my bones feel like they're about to fall apart."

"Soaking in a hot spring and getting a massage, life is so comfortable."

Chen He put down his water glass and looked at Jiang Che.

"Brother Che".

He called out "brother" so smoothly, without any psychological barrier whatsoever.

"We've known each other since we had hot pot together. At that hot spring hotel, are the standard rooms big enough? Can someone sleep on the sofa?"

Deng Chao slapped Chen He on the shoulder and pushed forward.

"Sleeping on the sofa?! How pathetic! Jiang Che, you can sleep on the floor in your room, I'm not picky!"

Jiang Che looked at the two male celebrities opposite him, whose combined age was nearly eighty, bowing and scraping over a bed.

He almost burst out laughing.

I've just acquired top-notch acting skills, might as well use them.

Jiang Che lowered his eyelids slightly and tapped his fingers twice on the table.

When he looked up again, his expression had calmed down, and his tone had become much more composed.

"Brother Chao, Brother He, I want to help you too."

He sighed, his tone perfectly timed.

"The three of us won the game. If I take you in, what will Lu Han and Yu Qi think of me?"

"They would think I don't respect the team's hard work."

The lines were recited perfectly and flawlessly.

Lu Han listened in stunned silence.

When did he say he wouldn't take them in?

Song Yuqi turned her head and looked at Jiang Che's flawless face.

Others might not notice, but she did.

This person is acting.

Deng Chao became anxious and turned to look at Song Yuqi.

"Yuqi, can I sleep on the floor in your room? I'll do your laundry tomorrow!"

Song Yuqi rested her elbows on the table, supporting her cheek with one hand, unable to hide her smile.

"Brother Chao, Jiang Che is the captain of our team now. If he says it's okay, I definitely have no objection."

The ball was kicked back to Jiang Che.

Jiang Che glanced at Song Yuqi.

Her little thoughts were written all over her face: Let's see how you make this up.

Jiang Che's finger stopped.

He changed his posture, placing his hands folded in front of him.

"Going to a hot spring hotel isn't out of the question," Jiang Che said calmly, "but you'll have to work to pay off your debts."

Deng Chao nodded frantically: "Fight! Fight! Fight! Do whatever you say!"

"We need someone to buy breakfast tomorrow morning. We also need someone to help us carry our bags."

Each time Jiang Che spoke, the three members of the red team nodded.

"Deal!" Deng Chao slammed his hand on the table. "Tomorrow, Chen He and I will be your dedicated bodyguards!"

Wang Mian raised his hand timidly.

"And what about me?"

Jiang Che glanced at him.

"You're in charge of supervising them while they work."

The meal lasted until 8:30 PM, after which the six people boarded the production crew's bus and headed to the hot spring hotel.

On the bus, Deng Chao and Chen He, having escaped the fate of sleeping in tents, sang happily in the back row.

They were still singing Jiang Che's song "When You".

The sound is so bad that even her own mother wouldn't recognize her.

Jiang Che sat in the third-to-last row by the window.

Song Yuqi sat next to him.

The bus drove onto the winding mountain road, and the lights inside the bus were dimmed.

Outside the window is the night view of the mountain city, with neon lights stretching as far as the eye can see.

The car swayed slightly.

Song Yuqi's shoulder brushed against Jiang Che's arm.

She didn't move.

Jiang Che turned his head.

Song Yuqi was looking at him with her head turned to the side, and the streetlights outside the car flickered on their faces.

"Your acting was pretty good today."

She lowered her voice so low that only the two of them could hear it.

Jiang Che didn't move, but met his gaze.

"What kind of acting skills?"

"Still pretending." Song Yuqi snorted. "That same trick you used to fool Brother Chao and the others at the dinner table. You don't usually talk like that."

She leaned back in her chair, tilting her head to the side.

"Jiang Che, do you think I can't tell?"

His newly acquired S-level acting skills, which were flawless in front of the entire online audience, couldn't even last half an hour in front of this woman.

What is this?

Is there a way to counter his tactics?

Jiang Che didn't respond.

He turned to face her.

The lights from outside the car shone directly into his eyes, causing the aloofness he usually suppressed to fade a little.

"Since you figured it out, why were you cooperating with me just now?"

Song Yuqi's lips curved into a smile.

"I already said, you're the captain, I'll listen to you."

She spoke those words very softly, with a slow, drawn-out ending that sounded grating on the ear.

Jiang Che's gaze fell on her face.

They are very close.

That refreshing citrus scent wafted over again.

Jiang Che felt he should look away, but his top-notch acting talent was useless at this moment.

His gaze did not leave.

"You'll listen to me?" Jiang Che asked softly.

"yes."

"Why didn't you listen when I told you not to feed me shrimp?"

Song Yuqi was taken aback when he brought up this old grievance, and paused for a second.

But she quickly realized what was happening.

Instead of backing away, she moved forward a little.

"If I don't feed you, are you going to get it yourself?"

She looked directly into his eyes.

"Jiang Che, if I don't push you, you're planning to stay outside this line for the rest of your life, right?"

The bus turned another corner.

Jiang Che leaned back against the chair.

He did not refute it.

Because she's right.

If he weren't being pushed around, he would have preferred to stay in his comfort zone, write songs, earn royalties, and be a comfortable behind-the-scenes boss.

But in the past few days, from him being trending on social media, to her singing his discarded lyrics in public, and then to walking hand in hand for those two hundred meters today.

That line has long been trampled and messed up.

Jiang Che looked at her.

"You're really brave," he said calmly.

Song Yuqi smiled.

"You're not very bold; how could you dare to publicly reveal your crush?"

It's incredibly straightforward.

Apart from Deng Chao's off-key singing in the back row, the only other sound in the carriage was the sound of the wheels rolling over the road.

Jiang Che did not dodge.

He looked at her for several seconds before speaking.

"Song Yuqi".

"Um?"

"Next time, peel the shrimp shells more thoroughly. The shell that was still attached to the tail was a bit prickly to my mouth."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look out the window, no longer looking at her.

Song Yuqi stood there, stunned.

It took her a full ten seconds to realize what he meant.

He's not used to eating shrimp, not used to being fed, and even less used to doing these things in front of the camera.

But he not only ate it, he also criticized her shrimp-peeling technique.

This means he doesn't dislike it.

Song Yuqi looked at his profile.

The neon lights outside the window illuminated the collar of his windbreaker, and above that collar, his bright red ear.

This person's mouth is harder than stone, and his ears are thinner than paper.

Song Yuqi put her hands in her coat pockets, unable to suppress the urge to smile.

I really wanted to take a picture of this scene and post it on Weibo.

The camera in the live stream just happened to pan over here.

Holy crap! Can anyone tell me what they were talking about in the back row?!

[The production team, you deserve a beating! Why did you turn the microphones in the back row so low?!]

[Jiang Che's gesture of turning his head to look out the window, coupled with his bright red ears, makes me declare that he's completely smitten!]

10 PM.

The bus stopped in front of the Nanshan Hot Spring Hotel.

Six people got off the bus.

Looking at the magnificent hotel entrance, Deng Chao was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes.

"Boss Jiang is so generous! I'll be his goalkeeper tonight!"

Wu Zheng was already waiting in the hotel lobby.

He looked at the group of people, his smile revealing a malicious intent.

"Everyone's here."

Wu Zheng clapped his hands. "Don't rush to get the room key. Let's talk about tomorrow's mission."

Chen He immediately became alert.

"Director, isn't tomorrow a day off?"

"Who told you you're off tomorrow?" Wu Zheng pulled a mission card out of his pocket.

"At 7:00 AM tomorrow, everyone will head to the Central Square of Jiefangbei in Chongqing."

Wu Zheng paused, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Che and Song Yuqi.

"Tomorrow's task theme is: the entire internet..."