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

Song Yuqi touched the wooden door frame with her finger and felt a brand the size of a fingernail.

Jiang Che strode over and glanced down at it.

It really is a totem of crossing the river on a single reed.

He reached out and grasped the brass doorknob, pressing it down.

The door wasn't locked and creaked open.

It was pitch black inside, and a strong musty smell of mothballs mixed with old newspapers wafted out.

Bai Lu immediately lifted the layers of her lace dress and, wearing her little leather shoes, tried to squeeze in first.

"Let me go in and see what's there!"

Jiang Che tilted his shoulder to the side, blocking most of the door frame.

"There are no lights inside, and your skirt is dragging on the ground. What if you trip and fall? Who's responsible then?"

Bai Lu's excitement vanished instantly. She pursed her lips, took a half-step back, and sounded somewhat aggrieved.

"Teacher Jiang, I just wanted to do my part for the team."

"Just keeping watch outside is considered contributing."

Jiang Che showed no mercy whatsoever.

He turned his head naturally and gestured with his chin to Song Yuqi: "Stay close to me."

Song Yuqi shrugged at Bai Lu, couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, and followed Jiang Che across the threshold, lifting the hem of her cheongsam.

The live stream chat was instantly ignited by Jiang Che's move.

[Hahaha, what the hell is this?! Lyricist's famous double standards are absolutely outrageous!]

Jiang Che: Your skirt is too long, don't get in the way. Turning to Yu Qi: Stay close to me. You're hurting me!

Bai Lu's face turned green; her attempt to force her way into the center position failed, and she lost a protector of the flower.

The room was extremely dark, with only a faint light coming in from the corridor making out the general outline.

This is a storage room that resembles a junk room, filled with old-fashioned leather trunks, wooden shelves, and furniture covered with white cloth.

"Don't run around."

Jiang Che took out his phone, turned on the flashlight function, put it in his mouth, and used his free hands to rummage through the camphor wood chest against the wall.

Song Yuqi is used to being wild on TV shows; she's not the type to stand still quietly.

Seeing Jiang Che rummaging through things, she also hurriedly went to check the cabinet next to her.

As a result, she lost her footing and the heel of her high heel hit a warped wooden floorboard.

Her body swayed, and she stumbled forward two steps in a panic, feeling a tightness in the fabric pulling against her thigh.

"Why!"

Song Yuqi didn't fall to the ground; instead, she crashed headfirst into Jiang Che's back.

Jiang Che turned around, grabbed her wrist with one hand, took the small flashlight from his mouth, and shone it downwards.

The burgundy velvet fabric was stretched taut, and the slits were already quite high.

The hemline is now firmly hooked onto a nail on an overturned wooden frame.

The slightest movement could tear it, revealing a large section of her fair and straight leg.

"Song Yuqi, what did I just say to you outside?" Jiang Che released her wrist, his tone somewhat helpless.

"I didn't run around, these shoes are just too high," Song Yuqi muttered softly.

She gripped the upper part of her cheongsam tightly with both hands, standing like a crane standing on one leg, not daring to move an inch.

Jiang Che squatted down and reached out to untangle the thread that was caught on the nail.

The storage room was so quiet that only the slight vibration of the ship's hull could be heard.

Jiang Che's fingers inevitably brushed against Song Yuqi's calf.

His body temperature was slightly elevated, and when their skin touched, Song Yuqi's knees buckled, and she shrank back half an inch.

"Don't move, the thread is tangled." Jiang Che looked up at her.

"It itches." Song Yuqi gritted her teeth, her cheeks starting to burn.

The wine-red cheongsam was already eye-catching, and now Jiang Che was squatting next to her legs, making the posture look awkward no matter how you looked at it.

The live chat is going crazy right now.

Holy crap! The cameraman looks like he deserves a bonus! This lighting is absolutely terrible!

[Jiang Che isn't just untying the knots, he's practically plucking at the strings of my heart!]

[Yuqi's legs... even I, a girl, am drooling! Jiang Che, you have amazing self-control!]

"You know it itches, yet you still run around aimlessly."

Jiang Che patiently unwound the velvet thread from the rusty nail, stood up, and clapped his hands.

"Alright, stand behind me."

He turned around and continued to open the camphor wood chest.

He pulled out a palm-sized metal box from the bottom, which had a combination lock.

Three-digit number.

"Found it?" Song Yuqi immediately leaned over, the two of them head to head.

Jiang Che fiddled with the dial on the old-fashioned combination lock: "The password needs to be three digits."

"Could it be the room number? Or the recording time today?" Song Yuqi stared at the lock.

Jiang Che shook his head; this was too easy.

It doesn't fit the character of Wu Zheng, that old man.

He mentally reviewed the vintage-style ship ticket he had been given when boarding: "The number on the ticket is 927."

"And the number 927 often appears on the ship."

Song Yuqi tilted her head and thought for a moment, and the number 927 did look familiar.

It seems like I've seen it many times.

Jiang Che tried dialing the number 927.

Click.

The lock is open.

Inside lay half of a finely crafted brass pocket watch, with four tiny characters engraved on the back: "Second Floor Ballroom".

As the two were studying, a series of rapid footsteps on the wooden floor suddenly echoed down the corridor, accompanied by several gruff shouts.

"Search this area thoroughly! Those fugitives with fake tickets are on this floor! A ten-dollar reward for each one caught!"

The NPC storyline on the Zhiyin cruise ship has progressed.

Bai Lu's low voice came from outside the door.

"Teacher Jiang! There are police extras coming! Quick, hide!"

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of high heels running away.

The footsteps quickly disappeared at the top of the stairs.

A barrage of question marks appeared in the comments.

[Is this a case of "every man for himself when disaster strikes"? Has Bailu already run away?]

[Hilarious! He was supposed to help the team, but his running speed is comparable to Usain Bolt!]

Jiang Che reacted quickly, grabbing the pocket watch and stuffing it into his pocket.

He grabbed Song Yuqi's arm and shoved her into the huge double-door wardrobe next to him.

Just as the cabinet door was closed tightly, the door to the storage room was kicked open by an extra outside.

Several beams of flashlight beam swept around the room.

The closet was very small, and there were already a few heavy old coats hanging inside.

Jiang Che practically cornered Song Yuqi, placing his hands on the wooden board next to her ears and completely covering her with his tall body.

Song Yuqi pressed herself against the back of the wardrobe, her chest rising and falling slightly.

The woody and citrus scents intertwined ambiguously in this small, enclosed space.

The leather boots were being trodden around, and someone even knocked on the cabinet door with the butt of a gun.

"This room is empty, let's check at the end of the corridor!"

Jiang Che looked down at Song Yuqi.

The two were standing too close, and their vision gradually adjusted in the darkness.

He could clearly see Song Yuqi's tightly pursed lower lip due to nervousness.

He could even feel her warm breath pressing against his collarbone.

He deliberately lowered his head, his lips almost touching her earlobe, and spoke in a whisper:

"Teacher Song, your heartbeat is so loud!"