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

Wu Zheng held the walkie-talkie, his smile impossible to hide.

He waved his hand, and two staff members carried over a long table covered with a red cloth.

With a "whoosh," the red cloth was lifted.

There were six black smart bracelets on the table, and two devices with displays were connected to them.

Deng Chao craned his neck to look: "What is this thing? Is it for measuring blood pressure? Director, my blood pressure has been fine lately, I don't need to measure it."

"This is a heart rate monitor."

Wu Zheng turned the loudspeaker up to maximum volume: "The final battle, a heart-pounding sniper duel!"

"The rules are simple."

"Work in pairs, wear wristbands, and ask each other questions face-to-face."

"Whoever can make the opponent's heart rate exceed 130 first within three minutes through words or actions wins."

Wu Zheng paused for a moment, then held up one finger.

"The losing team has to pay for their own plane ticket back to Shanghai this afternoon."

After hearing this, Chen He reached for the bracelet.

"Come on, Brother Chao, the sooner you die, the sooner you'll be reborn."

The outcome of their duel was a foregone conclusion.

Chen He only asked Deng Chao one question.

"Brother Chao, did you hide two hundred yuan from the bill yesterday, planning to buy shoes?"

Deng Chao's heart rate instantly soared to 135.

The alarm lights flashed wildly.

Tens of thousands of people in the audience laughed uproariously.

Lu Han and Wang Mian's group was faster.

Lu Han only used one sentence.

"Mianzi, I heard you went on a blind date the day before yesterday, and the girl didn't like you because you're too short?"

Wang Mian clutched his chest, watched the number on the screen jump directly to 138, and left the stage cursing.

"good!"

Wu Zheng held the megaphone and glanced at the two people in the center of the stage.

"The first two groups have finished their warm-up; now, please welcome our grand finale!"

The screams from the audience almost lifted the Liberation Monument Square up.

Jiang Che stood up from the bar stool and handed the guitar to his assistant.

He walked to the long table, picked up a black bracelet, and fastened it to his left wrist.

Song Yuqi walked over, picked up another one, and put it on her hand.

Both displays lit up simultaneously, showing the real-time heart rate figures of the two individuals.

Jiang Che: 72.

Song Yuqi: 105.

As soon as the number was announced, Lu Han immediately grabbed the microphone and rushed over, eager to watch the drama unfold.

"Oh my, Yuqi, you haven't even started yet, and your heart rate is already over 100?"

Song Yuqi's cheeks still bore the blush left from listening to the song earlier.

She glared at Lu Han and kicked him.

"Mind your own business! I just heard a live performance, is it wrong to be excited?!"

Jiang Che glanced at his numbers.

It's ridiculously stable.

He just unleashed his top-tier acting talent at the dinner table.

This ability is indeed very useful.

He can now suppress even the slightest changes in every muscle on his face, and he can control his breathing very steadily.

A mere heartbeat is nothing to worry about.

"Three minutes remaining, begin now!"

Wu Zheng gave the order.

Song Yuqi held the microphone, her eyes fixed on Jiang Che.

"Jiang Che, do you think you've already won today?"

She first tested the waters.

Jiang Che didn't even lift his eyelids. "Yes."

On the screen, Jiang Che's number was 72.

Not moving.

Song Yuqi ground her back molars and changed direction.

"Back in high school, so many girls in the class asked to borrow your pens, why do you only remember me not returning mine?"

The question immediately silenced the audience.

Everyone was staring at the big screen.

Jiang Che's expression remained unchanged, and even his breathing rhythm was not disrupted.

"Because everyone else has paid it back."

"You borrowed my newly bought one, it left a deep impression on me."

On the big screen, Jiang Che's number was 74.

It jumped twice and then dropped back to 73.

Is this man made of iron?

The chat was flooded with comments.

Is Jiang Che's mental fortitude made of bulletproof glass?

[Song Yuqi was being so direct, yet he didn't react at all!]

[It's over, Jiang Che is just a singing machine without any emotion.]

Looking at that infuriating string of numbers, Song Yuqi's competitive spirit was completely ignited.

She stopped asking.

She placed the microphone on the table next to her and took a big step forward.

The two were originally more than a meter apart, but in an instant, they were less than half a meter apart.

Jiang Che's eyelid twitched.

But relying on his newly acquired acting skills, he stood still and remained expressionless.

Jiang Che.

Song Yuqi did not use a microphone.

It was too noisy around her, so she tiptoed and got closer to Jiang Che.

She wore light makeup today, and the citrus scent emanating from her body immediately filled Jiang Che's nostrils.

"The last line of your song just now..."

She spoke in a very low voice, so that only the two of them could hear her.

Jiang Che looked into her eyes, which were so close to his own, and went over the lyrics in his mind.

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

He answered casually.

Number: 78.

"wrong."

Song Yuqi shook her head, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Jiang Che's jacket collar.

The entire audience of over 20,000 people erupted in screams.

Lu Han was so excited that she jumped onto Deng Chao's back.

Jiang Che was pulled forward and lowered his head.

The two were so close that if either of them moved forward just a little more, their noses would touch.

Song Yuqi tilted her head back, her eyes shining brightly, full of slyness after her success.

"When you sang that line 'There's a wall in your heart' just now..."

She stared into his eyes and ran her finger along the collar of his windbreaker.

"Did you think of me?"

Jiang Che's face remained expressionless.

His newly acquired acting skills are still supporting that outer shell for him.

But the numbers on the big screen started jumping around randomly.

78.

95.

112.

125.

Jiang Che tightened his grip on his trouser pocket.

Terrible.

This ability can control facial expressions, but not heartbeats.

His heart was racing, his chest pounding.

"Song Yuqi".

Jiang Che lowered his voice and warned her, "This is a TV show being recorded."

"I know."

Song Yuqi smiled even more triumphantly.

Instead of letting go, she moved forward another half inch.

Her breath landed directly on Jiang Che's chin.

"What if I asked you now?"

She paused for half a second.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

"Beep beep beep beep beep!"

The red warning light on the instrument flashed instantly.

The number on the big screen got stuck at 138.

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

Wu Zheng held the megaphone, his voice cracking with excitement.

"Time's up!"

Jiang Che's heart rate has exceeded 130!

"Song Yuqi wins!"

Song Yuqi loosened Jiang Che's collar, took a half step back, and gestured with her chin towards him with her hands behind her back.

"Teacher Jiang, you flatter me."

Jiang Che stood still for a couple of seconds before he managed to calm the pounding in his chest.

He stared at the glaring number 138 on the screen, then glanced at the smug woman across from him.

Row.

He underestimated his opponent.

He thought he could get through it with his acting skills.

As a result, his defenses couldn't even last a minute against Song Yuqi.

The chat in the live stream was completely unreadable.

It's all about sweetness.

【Aaaaaaahhhhh, kill me to entertain them!】

[Has the wall collapsed yet?! Aren't we still close?! Song Yuqi, you're my only sister!]

[Jiang Che's face: I'm keeping calm. Jiang Che's heart: I'm about to explode!]

[This is what you call an extreme tug-of-war! This is a truly memorable scene!]

Lu Han ran over, patted Jiang Che's shoulder, and laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

"Master Lyricist, your bulletproof mental fortitude has finally met its match, hasn't it?"

Jiang Che slapped his hand away.

"Get out of here."

Wu Zheng walked onto the stage and cleared his throat.

"Alright, the outcome is decided."

"Jiang Che, as the loser, besides having to buy your own plane ticket, you also have to accept the ultimate punishment!"

Jiang Che frowned: "There's another punishment?"

"certainly."

Wu Zheng pulled a task card out of his pocket, his smile widening.

"Punishment details."

"The loser must leave a comment specified by the program team under the winner's latest Weibo post."

"Furthermore, keep it pinned to the top for 24 hours, do not delete it, and do not provide explanations."

Jiang Che looked at him, and the ominous premonition in his heart grew stronger.

That bastard Wu Zheng is definitely up to no good.

What is a designated comment?

Jiang Che stared at him.

Wu Zheng flipped the task card over and aimed it at the cameras.

There were only six large characters written on it.

Jiang Che's face darkened immediately after reading those six words.