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

"Actually, I really want to kiss you."

Jiang Che stared at the six big characters on the task card, wanting nothing more than to shove that piece of paper back into Wu Zheng's face.

When Wu Zheng makes a TV show, he really leaves no room for maneuver.

Wu Zheng, holding a megaphone, urged him: "Teacher Jiang, so many people are watching. A real man should honor his bet and take out his phone."

The Chongqing audience below the stage joined in the cheering.

"hair!"

"hair!"

"hair!"

Lu Han leaned over to take a look at the task card, then immediately squatted down, laughing so hard her shoulders were shaking.

"Wu Zheng, you're really daring! If this gets posted, Weibo's servers won't be able to sleep tonight!"

Song Yuqi stood to the side, peering over to see: "What exactly is that character? Are you guys really that serious?"

Jiang Che glanced at her, then flicked his wrist, turning the task card upside down in front of her.

Song Yuqi's gaze swept over.

Two seconds later, she couldn't hide the blush on her face anymore.

"this……"

Even though she's usually very direct, these six words shut her up this time.

"Can't take a joke?" Jiang Che watched her rarely get frustrated, and the anger in his heart dissipated a little.

Row.

Don't you love flirting?

Let's see who backs down first.

Jiang Che took his phone out of his windbreaker pocket, unlocked it, and opened Weibo.

The top post was a Weibo message that Song Yuqi posted backstage half an hour ago.

The accompanying picture is a profile of Jiang Che playing the guitar.

The copy is only one sentence long.

It was very windy today, but someone sang for me.

The number of comments has exceeded 100,000.

Jiang Che opened the comment box, his fingers landing on the keyboard.

Seeing that he was really going to type, Song Yuqi reached out and grabbed his sleeve: "Jiang Che, are you really going to send it? Once it's sent, there's no going back."

Jiang Che didn't stop.

All six characters were typed.

send.

"Just punishment." Jiang Che locked the screen and put his phone back in his pocket.

Wu Zheng was watching backstage from the director's seat, and the loudspeaker volume was blasting.

"Sent successfully!"

More than 20,000 audience members simultaneously looked down at their phones.

Three seconds later.

The screams from Jiefangbei Square instantly resounded throughout the entire area.

The girls in the front row were holding each other's arms, shouting until their voices were about to crack.

"relative!"

"Kiss me now!"

Lu Han spun around on stage with her phone in hand: "Who can connect to the internet? Why is my 5G down to 2G? The Weibo programmers must be working overtime right now!"

Deng Chao leaned over and poked at Lu Han's screen: "It's completely white! Lyricist, those six words of yours are even more ruthless than when I handed out our marriage certificate!"

Chen He sat on a small stool, holding a thermos cup and chuckled, "Brother Chao, that was so many years ago, don't try to piggyback on that."

Song Yuqi covered her face with both hands, unable to suppress the heat.

She peeked at Jiang Che through her fingers.

The man stood still, one hand in his pocket, his expression unusually calm.

Installed.

Keep installing.

Song Yuqi lowered her hand, wanting to regain the upper hand.

"Jiang Che, you'd even dare to say something like that just to complete the mission. I think you're just a heartless procedural machine."

Jiang Che turned his head.

The audience was too noisy.

He suddenly took half a step forward, closing the distance between them.

Before Song Yuqi could react, Jiang Che had already lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

"Song Yuqi".

His voice was very low, just enough for her to hear.

"Do you really think this is just punishment?"

After saying that, he returned to his original position.

His expression remained steady.

But she could clearly see the smile that was deliberately shown to her.

Song Yuqi was stunned on the spot.

What does it mean to say it's not just punishment?

Is he really interested?

"You..." she said in a low voice, "What nonsense are you talking about? We're recording!"

Seeing her reaction, Jiang Che's lips curled up slightly.

This woman is usually very bold, but when it came to him taking a step forward, she panicked.

"Scared already?" Jiang Che's tone was arrogant. "When Teacher Song grabbed my collar just now, wasn't she quite skilled?"

"Who's scared!" Song Yuqi immediately looked up. "I was just unprepared."

These few seconds were captured entirely by a high-definition camera in the live broadcast.

The live chat was instantly flooded with a massive amount of discussion.

[What did he just say?! Sound engineer, come out here!]

[Song Yuqi's face is so red, he's definitely flirting with her!]

Jiang Che has started to fight back! This man has finally learned something!

Deng Chao rushed over with a microphone and stood between the two of them.

"Alright, alright, tone it down! If we keep filming like this, the show's title will have to be changed to 'Jiang Che and Song Yuqi's Romance Variety Show Extra'!"

Chen He also strolled over slowly: "Let's hurry up and get to the procedures. I feel like I'm shining every second I stand here."

Wu Zheng held the walkie-talkie, unable to suppress his smile again.

"The final performance is a group sing-along."

Deng Chao immediately became alert: "That's not a good start. What are you trying to do now?"

Wu Zheng looked at the real-time data on the big screen.

"Everyone, our trip to Chongqing is about to come to an end."

"But the audience is still not very satisfied."

Deng Chao pointed at him: "When did the audience say that? Don't try to pin the blame on the audience."

Wu Zheng didn't respond; his gaze fell directly on Jiang Che.

"Teacher Jiang, the audience responded very well to that love song you just sang."

"How about another song?"

"Let's write a grand finale for our trip to Chongqing, a song that belongs to this mountain city."

Wang Mian's eyes widened: "Director, writing a song isn't like printing a document, where you just press a button and it comes out."

Lu Han frowned as well: "Wu Zheng, this is a bit rushed. The previous poem could be explained by Jiang Che having had the idea for a while, but writing about Chongqing as the theme, how could it be this fast?"

The audience quieted down considerably.

People want to see the excitement, but they also know that songwriting isn't something you can just make up on the spot.

Song Yuqi's first reaction was to look at Jiang Che.

Wu Zheng, holding a megaphone, changed the subject: "If Teacher Jiang feels it's inappropriate, we can finish with an old song, that's fine too."

"I've had some insights while staying in Chongqing these past few days."

Jiang Che's voice came through the microphone.

The entire room fell silent.

Song Yuqi tugged at his sleeve: "Don't force yourself. It's not shameful to not be able to write, just don't let the director force you to."

Jiang Che looked down and glanced at the hand she was holding.

"Relax."

"No," Song Yuqi frowned. "He's just setting you up."

"How am I supposed to communicate with the band if you don't let go?"

Song Yuqi paused for a moment, then loosened her grip.

Jiang Che turned and walked towards the accompanying band on the side of the stage.

He didn't speak immediately.

In my mind, images of the mountain city over the past few days flashed by one after another.

Stone steps.

River breeze.

Furthermore, the essence of the Sichuan Army is etched into the bones of every Sichuanese.

And the indomitable spirit that runs deep in this city.

Jiang Che picked up the pen and twirled it twice.

He thought for less than a minute and already had a suitable song in mind.