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

Jiang Che tapped his fingers twice on the back of the guitar, but didn't rush to start.

He turned to the side and looked at the live band playing music on the right side of the stage.

"Bass teacher, the intro and the first measure don't need to be included."

Jiang Che spoke into the microphone, his tone completely different from his usual perfunctory manner.

"Keyboard, give it an A major key. Drummer, put away the drum kit, switch to cajon, only give it the most basic bass drum rhythm, don't touch the cymbals."

The tens of thousands of people in the audience fell silent, all staring at the man with the guitar on the high stool.

The keyboardist has long hair and is well-known in the industry.

He glanced at Wu Zheng.

Wu Zheng waved his hand, telling him to do as he was told.

The long-haired keyboardist tried pressing a set of chords.

"wrong."

Jiang Che didn't even turn his head; his gaze remained fixed on the strings of the zither.

"Hanging fourth chord, descending root note. Yours was too bright just now, darken it a bit, this song isn't upbeat."

The long-haired keyboardist paused for two seconds, then quickly typed a few more keys on the keyboard.

"Yes, this is it, keep it."

Jiang Che nodded, his fingertips plucked a clean arpeggio on the strings, and then turned to look at the lead guitarist.

"Brother, I play this guitar with high frets, can you lay down the base for the lower frets?"

「副歌走向是4-5-3-6-2-5-1，我点头你再进。」

"Stroke lightly, don't add any embellishments."

These few sentences were quick and accurate, without a single wasted word.

The lead guitarist immediately gave an OK sign, straightened his posture, and gripped the guitar pick tightly in his hand.

He was just doing a job providing background music for a variety show, but Jiang Che's few words made it feel like an exam.

The live stream chat paused for a few seconds, then immediately filled the screen.

Holy crap! What's he doing? Is he acting as a producer on set?

[You call this impromptu songwriting? He even arranged the chord progressions!]

That keyboard warrior, who's usually so arrogant, doesn't dare utter a single unnecessary word now.

Jiang Che is so charming when he's serious about his career; Song Yuqi has such a sharp eye!

Beside the stage.

Deng Chao rubbed his arms and leaned close to Chen He's ear, lowering his voice.

"Is this guy serious? It feels like he's rehearsing for his own concert!"

Chen He tightened the lid of the thermos and tossed it aside.

"What do you know? This is called professional crushing."

"They sell the copyright to one song for millions, do you think they just write it casually?"

Lu Han held up her phone and frantically recorded videos, muttering to herself the whole time.

"We've struck it rich! We've struck it rich! If we post this on WeChat Moments, Zhao Mingyuan and his gang will go crazy."

In the center of the stage, Jiang Che finished his sound check.

He readjusted his posture, pressing down on the strings with his left hand and hovering his right thumb above the sound hole.

"This song has never been released."

Jiang Che faced the microphone, his gaze passing over the front-row cameras and landing on Song Yuqi, who was standing to his side and behind him.

Song Yuqi was wearing a beige workwear jacket today, with her wind-blown hair tucked behind her ears.

She looked at him too, holding the microphone in her hand, her fingers tightening slightly.

"This is for the person who rummages through the wastepaper basket."

These words immediately caused an uproar among the more than 20,000 Chongqing audience members.

Wu Zheng was so anxious that he was jumping up and down in the audience, shouting through a megaphone.

"Security! Stop the front row! Don't let them push forward!"

Before the shouts had subsided, Jiang Che's fingers were already plucking the strings.

A highly recognizable guitar intro spread through the speakers.

Clean and restrained, the first section immediately suppressed the noise at the scene.

The keyboard bass pad comes in.

Jiang Che tilted his head closer to the microphone and spoke.

"A person gazes at the blue sea and sky."

The moment the first word was uttered, the commotion in the square immediately subsided.

That's too stable.

Jiang Che's top-notch singing skills, combined with stage effects, made his voice even more penetrating than usual.

He didn't show off his skills.

There are no extra transpositions.

Every sentence was perfectly timed, so clean that no one dared to interrupt.

Song Yuqi stood less than a meter away from him.

She had her hands in her pockets, looking completely unperturbed.

Jiang Che had only sung two lines when she took her hand out of her pocket.

"The first time I saw you on a cloudy day, your profile was obscured."

"I'd love to know your story; I feel like I understand what makes you special."

Jiang Che played the guitar, his eyes not looking at the audience below the stage.

He turned his head and looked at Song Yuqi.

It wasn't an act of deep affection.

It means to keep a steady eye on her and deliver every word to her.

Song Yuqi's eyes felt a little hot.

She pressed the tip of her tongue against her palate, suppressing her emotions, and her lips actually curled up in a smile.

She didn't dodge.

She met Jiang Che's gaze.

The live stream chat instantly filled the entire screen with comments.

He watched her sing!

[His voice is absolutely stunning! Who would dare say he's off-key now!]

[I really couldn't resist Song Yuqi's smile; she's waited ten years for this song!]

[Where's the Civil Affairs Bureau? Move here! Move here right now!]

Jiang Che tapped his head to the beat.

The lead guitarist on the right immediately followed up, strumming the first chord of the chorus.

The cajon drum was also pressed in at the same time.

The song's emotions reach their peak here.

Jiang Che raised his voice, the penetrating power of which reached the outermost edge of the square.

There's a wall in your heart.

But I found a window.

"Occasionally, a warm glimmer of light shines through."

Upon hearing these words, Deng Chao slapped his thigh in the audience.

"Incredible! Absolutely incredible!"

Deng Chao tugged at Lu Han's clothes.

"Isn't this just like Yuqi? Yuqi has been waiting for him to discover her for the past ten years!"

Lu Han slapped Deng Chao's hand away in disgust.

Don't misinterpret it.

"He's saying that he can see that window now."

As Jiang Che sang these lines, his gaze remained fixed on Song Yuqi.

Song Yuqi's cheeks turned bright red.

She turned her gaze away, looked at the audience, and reached out to brush her hair aside.

The red marks on her ears were captured clearly even by a high-definition camera.

This is Jiang Che's response.

Using his expertise and his lyrics, he accepted her ten-year unrequited love in front of tens of millions of viewers across the internet.

"Open the window and you'll see your sadness melt away."

As the chorus concludes, Jiang Che's fingers trace long, broken chords on the guitar.

The keyboard hand presses down the last key in coordination.

The sound slowly spread across the square.

Jiang Che put down the pick and rested his wrist on the guitar's soundbox.

The entire room fell silent for three seconds.

The next moment, cheers swept through the entire stadium.

Countless people shouted Jiang Che's name at the top of their lungs, and some even chanted "Together!" in unison.

Chen He clapped his hands and shook his head as he did so.

"Boss Jiang's move was too ruthless."

"This isn't songwriting; it's like handing a knife to someone's heart and then wrapping the handle in candy."

Wang Mian sighed.

"Brother He, aren't the three of us a bit redundant today?"

Jiang Che ignored the frenzy below the stage.

He untied the guitar strap, handed the guitar to his assistant, and then turned to face Song Yuqi.

Song Yuqi has regained her composure.

She took a step forward, holding the microphone.

The two were now only an arm's length apart.

"What's the name of this song?"

Song Yuqi looked up at him, her eyes still wet with tears, but her tone had returned to its usual defiant and straightforward manner.

Jiang Che put his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker.

"The Wall of the Heart"

"To whom was it written?"

Song Yuqi persisted, holding the microphone almost up to his chin.

The screams from the audience grew even louder.

Everyone was waiting for Jiang Che's answer.

Jiang Che stared at her for a while, then rubbed his fingers together in his pocket.

Didn't you hear me?

"Written for the person who rummages through the wastepaper basket."

Song Yuqi smiled.

He was grinning smugly, his canine teeth showing.

"Then Teacher Jiang."

She held the microphone, her voice clear and crisp, and deliberately took a step forward.

"Have you torn down that wall in your heart?"

The moment the question was posed, the entire Liberation Monument Square erupted in chaos.

Wu Zheng was so startled that he dropped the megaphone in his hand.

Deng Chao howled at the top of his lungs.

"Yuqi, you're awesome! That direct approach gave me goosebumps!"

The number of viewers in the live stream across the entire network immediately exceeded 30 million at that moment.

The background server is sending out alarms like crazy.

Zhao Mingyuan of Xinghai Music directly used his official account to send fifty Carnival gifts in the live stream.

The comment section only had one sentence.

[Jiang Che, give me the copyright to this song, name your terms!]

Backstage.

Wu Zheng couldn't stop smiling as he watched the data rise rapidly.

He picked up the walkie-talkie and grinned slyly.

"As expected of the Lyricist, the next task will be more challenging! Let's bring our Chongqing trip to a perfect close."