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

"Now that the table has been overturned, the rules for the red team's round need to be changed."

Wu Zheng held a megaphone and grinned smugly.

Jiang Che looked at the mess on the ground, then glanced at Bai Lu, who was still rubbing her arm, and his brow twitched.

That old fox is waiting for him here.

Wu Zheng cleared his throat, held the loudspeaker high, and the sound echoed across the Yellow Crane Tower Square.

"Bai Lu, as the person directly responsible for the destruction of the props, must stay put and cooperate; she is not allowed to participate in picking up the beans."

"Jiang Che, Song Yuqi, the conditions for your passage have been changed."

Wu Zheng took out a plastic-sealed playing card from his pocket and slammed it onto the stone block next to him that hadn't fallen over.

"Put the ten red beans back into the bowl within three minutes."

"The rule is that you can't touch it with your hands; you two have to use your faces to hold the card and scoop the beans into the bowl."

"If you lose a card, start over, and add ten beans."

There was a two-second silence.

"Do you think this is a circus?" Jiang Che stared at the playing card, which was smaller than the palm of his hand.

Having two people use their faces to hold cards while shoveling beans, and also ensuring the cards don't fall, is no different from having someone stick their face to yours in public.

Wu Zheng wasn't buying it and shrugged: "If we can't do it, then the Red Team forfeits."

"With the temperature in Wuhan today, the breeze under the bridge must be so refreshing, and there's a free army of mosquitoes to keep you company all night."

Deng Chao rubbed his hands together gleefully, "Master Ci, you're our core strength, don't back down."

Song Yuqi became an instant sensation.

"Who wants to feed the mosquitoes under the bridge!" She strode over, grabbed a deck of cards, and turned to walk towards Jiang Che.

She held the cards high in the air: "Head down!"

Jiang Che didn't move.

"Are you sure you want to play like this? Don't blame me if you lose the cards later."

"If you don't drag me down, this card won't fall." Song Yuqi stood on tiptoe, took the card, and pressed it against his cheek.

Jiang Che sighed and had no choice but to bend down to match her height.

The playing card was stuck between the two men's cheeks.

The distance immediately resets to zero.

Song Yuqi could clearly count how many eyelashes Jiang Che had.

The clean scent of soap emanating from him, mixed with the summer heat, wafted straight into her nose.

She turned her gaze away, her eyelids blinking unnaturally.

"Where are you looking?" Jiang Che asked in a low voice.

The sound traveled along the thin cardboard, vibrating slightly, making Song Yuqi's ears tingle.

"Look at the beans!" she gritted her teeth and replied.

Because the red rope was still tied to the three of their wrists, Jiang Che and Song Yuqi moved forward, while Bai Lu had to be carried behind, leaning to one side.

"Teacher Jiang, please slow down, my wrist is hurting from being squeezed."

Bailu stomped her feet behind her, her voice filled with grievance.

Jiang Che didn't turn around. He pulled the rope back with his left hand, tightening it.

"If it hurts, bite off the button yourself. That counts as you forfeiting. Don't keep us from picking up the beans."

Bai Lu's smile faltered; her lips moved, but she couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Lu Han stood outside the venue, laughing so hard he slapped his thigh: "Brother Che's mouth is definitely blessed, it can cure all kinds of pretentiousness."

Chen He took a sip of his iced Americano: "Stop arguing, the main event is yet to come. Look at their posture, I'll consider them the winner if they can even squat down."

To shovel beans from the ground, the two people must squat down in unison.

Song Yuqi was wearing pants today, and as soon as she bent her knees down, the edge of the playing card started to slip.

"You should move to the right!" she said urgently, trying to steady the cards with her hand.

"Don't do anything, the director is watching."

Jiang Che reacted quickly, wrapping his right arm around her lower back.

Through the thin fabric of his shirt, his large hands pulled the person half an inch closer to him.

"Squat down following my force, one, two, down," Jiang Che began to instruct.

He held Song Yuqi close to his waist, almost pressing her entire body against his chest, the playing card on her cheek being squeezed and slightly bent.

As she listened to Jiang Che's steady breathing, her heartbeat began to erratically.

"The first one."

Jiang Che turned his head to the side, precisely scooped up a red bean using the edge of a playing card, and then looked up. The two of them worked together to put the bean into the low bowl next to them.

"Great job!" Deng Chao cheered from the sidelines, "Ci Ye's waist strength is impressive!"

The viewers in the live chat are already going crazy over it.

[Help! This is even more exciting than a direct kiss!]

[Where is Jiang Che putting his hand! Where is it! He's putting it on Yuqi's waist and won't take it off, is he!]

[Bai Lu ended up being treated like a discarded accessory, it's hilarious.]

The two worked together more and more smoothly.

The third, the fifth, the eighth.

By the ninth bean, it was positioned a bit off-center, near the broken porcelain bowl fragments from earlier.

Just as the staff were about to come over to clean up, Jiang Che had already led Song Yuqi to squat down, lowering their center of gravity.

Just then, Bai Lu, who was standing behind, couldn't help but change her standing posture because her legs were sore.

This pulled on the red string on his wrist, giving Jiang Che a sharp tug.

Jiang Che's left hand was pulled to the side, causing his center of gravity to shift, and he uncontrollably fell forward.

The broken porcelain shards that haven't been cleared away are to the left front.

He didn't care whether he would bump into something or not. He pulled his right hand, which was around Song Yuqi's waist, tightly and pressed her into his arms.

Using the force of the fall, Jiang Che pulled her towards the clean, soft cushions next to him and fell sideways.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

The two of them crashed heavily onto the mat.

The playing card flew out.

Jiang Che's left arm was propped on the mat, protecting Song Yuqi's head, while his right hand was wrapped around her waist.

Due to inertia, their faces pressed together.

Jiang Che's lips brushed against Song Yuqi's earlobe, leaving a brief, warm sensation.

Song Yuqi's mind went blank for a moment.

Her hands gripped the fabric of his T-shirt tightly, her knuckles digging into the seams of the fabric.

The entire room fell silent.

Chen He's thermos cup was tilted, and he didn't even notice that the iced Americano was dripping down the rim onto his shoes.

Lu Han opened her mouth wide, but couldn't utter a single word.

Bai Lu stood there, her face pale.

Several cameras broadcast this scene from every angle to 50 million viewers in the live stream.

Jiang Che took a breath and was just about to sit up.

A familiar system notification flashed before his eyes.

[Reputation value surpasses 30 million.]

[Hidden quest triggered.]

[Give a clear and unambiguous emotional statement in public within one minute.]

[Reward: Constitution attribute +10]

Jiang Che paused for half a second as he looked at the prompt in front of him.

In that half-second, Song Yuqi suddenly made her move.

She grabbed Jiang Che's collar tightly, not only preventing him from moving away, but also pulling his half-raised body back down.

Their noses almost collided.

Song Yuqi's chest heaved, her eyes shining brightly.

She stared into Jiang Che's eyes, her voice carrying clearly through the miniature microphone in her collar, echoing throughout the entire Yellow Crane Tower Square.

"Jiang Che, you did that on purpose, didn't you?"

Jiang Che looked at her flushed cheeks, his gaze sweeping over her hand clutching his collar.

What if I said yes?