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

Jiang Che used the excuse of taking a shower to send Lu Han away.

He continued watching the live stream on his phone.

The barrage of comments slowed down.

I feel so sorry for Qiqi...

[Isn't this the most painful thing about unrequited love?]

[He hasn't looked back in three years... What kind of heart is this guy made of stone?!]

Jiang Che sat on the edge of the hotel bed, his fingers gripping the edge of his phone case.

Three years without looking back?

That's not necessarily true.

When passing exam papers in class, you always have to turn around and pass them back, right?

This girl is quite good at saving details when telling a story.

On the screen, Song Yuqi continued to speak.

"What kind of person is he in the class?"

"Writing novels, writing song lyrics, drawing things in notebooks during breaks."

"I once wrote a birthday song for my deskmate, improvised and sang it in three minutes, and the whole class laughed."

"But there were always people surrounding him."

She tilted her head slightly, her tone calm, neither playing the victim nor complaining.

He is dazzling, but he doesn't know it himself.

The screen was instantly flooded with comments.

[Oh no, I'm totally in that situation now!]

[Isn't this just like me when I had a crush on the most talented guy in my class in high school?]

【But sis! That talented guy sings off-key now! Wake up!】

Jiang Che tilted his phone back, away from his face.

Dazzling?

He looked down at the hotel slippers on his feet.

It's quite dazzling.

The off-key video is still trending on social media.

"Someone asked me how I came to like him."

Song Yuqi glanced at the questions in the live chat and slightly raised the corner of her mouth.

The laugh wasn't loud; it had a hint of self-deprecation.

"In the second semester of my first year of high school, there was a heavy rainstorm."

"When the school bell rang, the whole class rushed to the cafeteria; there was no one in the hallway."

"He was the only one standing by the railing getting rained on."

"Headphone cord dangling, eyes closed, fingers tapping on the railing."

"I stood behind him for ten minutes."

He didn't notice.

She paused for two seconds.

"From that day on, I was doomed."

The number of viewers in the live stream jumped from four million to six million.

The barrage of comments was so fast that it was impossible to read a single message.

Jiang Che stared at the screen, his lips twitching slightly.

Listening to music while getting rained on?

He remembered it.

That day he was listening to a new melody and trying to remember the chord progressions, so he stood by the railing without moving.

It's not a famous scene from a youth movie.

He's just too lazy to run.

Song Yuqi's voice came through the phone, clear and steady.

"For the next three years, the thing I looked forward to most every day was going to class."

"I look forward to seeing him write in his notebook."

She paused for a moment.

"On graduation day, when everyone was cleaning up the tables, he put a stack of discarded song lyric drafts into the wastepaper basket."

"I'll wait until everyone's left..."

She didn't finish the second half of her sentence.

But everyone in the live stream understood it.

The comments section immediately split into two camps.

[Waaaaah, you're so brave, sis!]

Wait a minute, is this picking up discarded drafts?

To put it nicely, it's affectionate; to put it bluntly, it's a bit scary.

[Shut up! You don't want to keep what the person you have a crush on wrote?]

Song Yuqi ignored the comments and turned to pick up a stack of papers from the bedside table.

The loose-leaf paper was yellowed, with curled edges and deep creases.

She showed it to the camera.

The handwriting is messy, with many corrections, some words and phrases are crossed out and rewritten, and musical notes are marked in the blank spaces.

Jiang Che's pupils contracted slightly.

He recognized the word.

It was the draft he wrote.

During high school, he had a habit of writing with his handwriting tilted to the right, and the tails of the letters "g" and "y" were very long.

It's been ten years.

She really stayed for ten years.

"These are the unfinished products he threw away."

Song Yuqi turned to one of the pages, which contained only a few lines of lyrics and some melody notes.

"He probably forgot about it himself."

"But I remember."

"I tried to add the last few sentences myself."

She looked up at the camera.

"I wonder if he'll think I've crossed the line when he sees this."

The number of viewers watching the live stream exceeded eight million.

She cleared her throat.

There was no accompaniment, no audio editing; only her voice could be heard in the hotel room.

Song Yuqi started singing.

"When your eyes squint and smile."

"While you're drinking cola, you're making a scene."

"I wanted to be good to you, but you never knew it."

"Thinking of you can become a hobby."

The texture of the smoky voice is amplified to the maximum when singing a cappella.

Without any arrangement to conceal it, every breath change and every subtle tremor of pronunciation is exposed.

I want to tell you, but I'm afraid I'll say the wrong thing.

"I like you so much, do you know that...?"

The first half is a young person's random scribbles.

Clumsy, direct, even a bit naive.

She picked up the second half.

Every word was an expression of unspoken affection.

When she finished speaking, she stopped in front of the camera, offering neither explanation nor seeking a response.

The live stream froze for three seconds.

The comment section was empty for a moment.

The next second, a flood of messages appeared on the screen.

I cried...

This song is so good!

[My voice is amazing!]

Ten years! Ten years! People have saved up for you for ten years!

Please release this song!!

[No way! I'm totally shipping them! I'm rooting for this couple!]

The number of online users jumped to twelve million.

Jiang Che swiped through the bullet comments section and glanced at it.

The screen was filled with people cursing him.

Jiang Che, come out and take your beating!

[How will you repay someone who has saved this for you for ten years?]

[Qiqi, wake up! He's just a songwriter behind the scenes! He can't even sing properly!]

Jiang Che tossed his phone onto the bed and looked up at the ceiling.

"Girl."

His voice was low, revealing resignation.

"Are you trying to put me on trial?"

That's good now.

Everyone on the internet knows that the nation's goddess saved his discarded manuscripts for ten years and even personally completed and sang them.

The system panel flickered in the corner of the field of view.

Current Reputation Value: 887620

Reputation gain rate: +58000/minute

[112380 points are needed to unlock singing ability (SS level)]

Jiang Che stared at that number for three seconds.

At this speed, it should arrive before tomorrow.

Lu Han's voice came from outside the door again, even louder than before.

"Jiang Che, you fucking open the door!"

"I know you're watching the live stream!"

"Twelve million people are watching, bro! How are you going to face anyone tomorrow?!"

Jiang Che ignored him and picked up his phone again.

In the live stream, Song Yuqi put the stack of old papers back on the table and took a sip of water.

The comments were still flooding the screen; she glanced at them a few times but didn't respond.

"Okay, that's all for today."

"I've said everything I needed to say, and I won't bring it up again. Please be rational and don't hurt others."

Jiang Che hovered his thumb above the screen, ready to swipe away.

Song Yuqi suddenly looked at the camera again.

She smiled, her eyes crinkling.

"Filming for 'Five Ha' begins the day after tomorrow."

Looking forward to meeting you.

The live stream froze on her smile, then went black.

[Live stream has ended]

The last comment in the live chat was frozen in the center of the screen.

This statement seems like a teaser for a new show, but something feels off.