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

Hearing Song Yuqi grit her teeth and curse him as a liar, Jiang Che was not angry.

He leaned closer, his nose almost brushing against the stray hairs by Song Yuqi's ear.

In a whisper, loud enough for only the two of them to hear: "Pretending to be a primary school kid? No, it's all thanks to Teacher Song's excellent teaching."

Song Yuqi felt as if the velvet fabric on her chest was about to burst through from her thunderous heartbeat.

Enraged, she raised her hand and shoved Jiang Che in the chest of his well-fitting suit.

"Get out of the way, who taught you that?"

Jiang Che took a half step back following her force and straightened the front of his suit jacket that she had crumpled.

This woman's ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, but her mouth was as hard as a rock.

Just then, the NPC proprietress sitting on the central sofa stubbed out her thin pipe.

She swayed gracefully over and looked the two of them up and down.

He smiled and handed over a palm-sized rosewood brocade box.

"Great figure, great teamwork."

"This thing is useless on the second floor, you can have it."

The proprietress is very theatrical.

Song Yuqi didn't have time to argue with Jiang Che and reached out to take the brocade box.

It opened with a click.

Inside lay a flight route map with charred edges.

Several complex gear patterns are drawn in red circles on it, and there is a string of incomprehensible foreign words next to it.

Song Yuqi stared at the symbols on the drawing, her brows furrowing slightly: "What does this mean?"

"Jiang Che! Yu Qi!"

Before Jiang Che could even take the blueprints, a series of loud shouts came from the entrance of the hall.

Deng Chao and Chen He came running in, panting.

Lu Han followed behind, her glasses askew.

Chen He immediately noticed that Jiang Che and Song Yuqi were standing very close together.

The lingering ambiguous atmosphere between the two could be smelled even from ten meters away.

"I could hear people clapping from far away."

Chen He approached, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two of them, his tone full of teasing: "Are you two filming 'Shanghai Bund' here?"

"We were chased like dogs by the police, and you're here doing ballroom dancing?"

Lu Han adjusted her glasses, a gossip gleam in her eyes: "I saw it all!"

"Jiang Che, that backbend you did just now, you definitely took classes! Tell me, how long have you been secretly practicing behind the brothers' backs?"

Song Yuqi's face flushed again after they teased her.

Just then, Bai Lu, carrying her elaborate lace dress, squeezed out from the crowd on the other side of the dance floor.

Sweat beaded on her forehead.

Seeing Jiang Che and Song Yuqi surrounded by their brothers was an extremely jarring sight.

She ran so fast that she hid in the bathroom for a long time before daring to come out.

Seeing Song Yuqi holding the mission items, Bai Lu felt a pang of sadness.

"Teacher Jiang, Yuqi, you've got a clue!"

Bai Lu put on her signature sweet smile and leaned over, deliberately rubbing her ankle.

"I'm so sorry about earlier. I twisted my ankle while running too fast and couldn't help you."

After she finished speaking, she secretly hoped that Jiang Che would say something conciliatory.

As a result, Jiang Che didn't even lift his eyelids, his gaze fixed on the blueprints in Lu Han's hand, and he replied indifferently, "Well, this ankle sprain was quite timed."

The moment the words were spoken.

Bai Lu's smile froze on her face, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the hem of her lace dress.

His knuckles turned white from clenching his fists, but he managed to keep his expression from crumbling.

This man's words leave no way out for us.

[Haha, Jiang Che's mouth is really sharp! He went straight for the kill!]

[I can practically smell the green tea scent from the lyrics of "White Dew" even through the screen! Well done, lyricist!]

[Am I the only one who noticed? Jiang Che said they were just trapped in a closet! What closet?! What happened? I don't care about a little bit of bandwidth, just let me know!]

Just then, a faint notification sound rang out deep in Jiang Che's mind.

The duo's stage performance was of extremely high quality, which boosted the online audience's enthusiasm, and two million reputation points were quietly earned.

The system then issues rewards.

A warm current quickly flowed through my body, sweeping away the previous fatigue and greatly increasing my stamina.

At the same time, countless diagrams of the internal structure of mechanical locks flashed through my mind.

Basic lock picking skills have been unlocked.

Jiang Che raised an eyebrow.

He could understand the physical enhancement; carrying Song Yuqi around the venue had indeed taken some effort.

But why give him a lockpicking skill? Is there another locked door later on?

"Found it!"

Lu Han held up her phone, her face full of excitement.

"This line of text is French, and it means 'the place that drives the heart.' Gears, blueprints—I know! It's the engine room in the lower deck!"

"Power room?"

Deng Chao slapped his thigh. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's hurry and grab the Heart of Wuhan!"

Chen He rolled his eyes.

"Old Deng, can't you use your brain? That was the Red Team's clue. If we went there, we'd just be there to make up the numbers."

"Besides, didn't you hear the broadcast? The patrol officers are still arresting people. If you go down there now, you'll be sitting ducks."

"Let's split up."

The five old foxes exchanged glances and immediately understood.

Deng Chao yelled at the top of his lungs, "Chen He, you traitor, don't run away!"

The two rushed towards the stairwell one after the other, and Lu Han pretended to follow after them.

In the blink of an eye, only three members of the red team remained.

Bai Lu bit her lip and stepped forward to tug at Jiang Che's sleeve: "Teacher Jiang, let me go with you to the lower deck, my foot is much better..."

Jiang Che raised his hand to avoid her touch.

He turned to look at Song Yuqi: "Can you still walk?"

Song Yuqi couldn't care less about being shy at this moment; her competitive spirit had taken over.

She lifted the hem of her long skirt up to her thigh, tied a knot, and said loudly, "I can! I'll crawl over there, whether I have to or not."

The two ignored Bai Lu, who was standing still, and headed straight for the staff passage leading down to the lower level.

The stairs in the lower deck are completely different from those in the upper deck.

Not only was it dimly lit, but it was also made entirely of rusty iron frames, and the steps were so narrow that only half a foot could fit on them.

Even worse, the slope is extremely steep, almost vertical.

Jiang Che took the lead, relying on the physical enhancement he had just received, and quickly descended to the corner platform.

He looked up at Song Yuqi, who was still standing on the top step, looking worried.

Her burgundy cheongsam really restricted her movement.

Although the skirt was tied in a knot, the high heels got stuck on the openwork iron mesh steps and couldn't be pulled out.

Song Yuqi was sweating profusely with anxiety. She grabbed the rusty handrail and looked down, feeling dizzy.

"Jiang Che, your heel is stuck."

She stomped her foot in frustration.

Jiang Che looked at her, who seemed about to explode, and said nothing.

He took a long stride and stepped directly onto the stairs.

He took two steps to get to the spot below her, just three steps away.

The dim cabin lights shone upwards, illuminating his hard, cold facial features very clearly.

Jiang Che turned around and opened his arms wide.

"Jump down, I'll catch you."