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

Wu Zheng took out six folded strips of paper from his pocket and spread them out in a fan shape in his hand.

"Each person draws a card with a question about an unknown group of people written on it. A correct answer earns ten points, a wrong answer deducts ten points, and there is also a punishment."

Deng Chao was the first to reach out his hand: "I'll go first!"

He drew out a card, unfolded it, and read it aloud.

What animal is Lu Han most afraid of?

Lu Han turned to look at him, raising her eyebrows.

Deng Chao chuckled, "I know that, snake!"

Lu Han shook her head.

"Not a snake? An insect?"

Lu Han continued to shake her head, the corners of her mouth turning upwards.

Deng Chao panicked: "What are you afraid of? Rabbits?"

Chen He was peeling an orange beside him, not even looking up: "Pigeon."

The scene fell silent for a second.

Lu Han pointed at Chen He: "Yes! It's the pigeon!"

Deng Chao's eyes widened: "You're a grown man, afraid of pigeons?"

"You wouldn't understand if you've never been chased by a flock of pigeons."

Lu Han sat up a little straighter. "When I was little, I was feeding pigeons and got pecked. The force with which their wings slapped my face..."

Before he could finish speaking, his shoulders twitched.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

[Haha, I'm afraid of pigeons!]

What kind of outrageous phobia does Lu Han have?

[Wait, I'm also afraid of pigeons! We can relate!]

Wu Zheng clapped his hands: "Deng Chao answered incorrectly, deduct ten points. Chen He answered correctly, but you didn't draw a question, so no points are awarded."

Chen He waved his hand, too lazy to argue.

Deng Chao protested, "Why does he know that?!"

Chen He finally looked up, his tone flat: "Last time we were filming the group variety show in the park, a flock of pigeons flew over, and he jumped right onto my back."

"160 pounds, it almost crushed me."

Lu Han reached out to cover his mouth: "Shut up!"

The audience burst into laughter.

It was Chen He's turn to draw a question.

He unfolded the note, read it aloud, and looked up at Wang Mian.

"What was the last time Wang Mian cried?"

Wang Mian's expression changed slightly.

Chen He tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Did the director yell at you and make you cry?"

Wang Mian shook his head, his ears turning red.

Deng Chao joined in the fun: "Heartbroken!"

Wang Mian continued to shake his head.

Lu Han guessed: "To see a movie?"

"Neither," Wang Mian said in a low voice.

Chen He stared at him for three seconds, then suddenly asked, "Can't you write a stand-up comedy script?"

Wang Mian paused for a moment, then nodded.

The whole audience laughed again.

Chen He took back the note expressionlessly: "I understand the pain of writers."

Wang Mian muttered under his breath, "During that period, I was under constant pressure to meet deadlines, and for three days in a row, I couldn't squeeze out a single word. I was in front of the computer at three in the morning..."

Deng Chao patted him on the shoulder: "Alright, alright, don't turn this sad story into a stand-up comedy routine."

The live stream chat is buzzing again.

[Poor Tsutomu, haha!]

[Crying because you can't write—is this too real?]

Jiang Che is also a lyricist; he can empathize, right?

Wu Zheng glanced at the flowchart and pointed to the next person.

"Wang Mian, you smoke."

Wang Mian reached out and pulled out the third slip of paper.

He glanced at the contents, and his expression changed.

Her lips twitched twice, and she looked up at Jiang Che.

Jiang Che's fingers stopped inside his pocket.

Wang Mian cleared his throat and read aloud, "What was Jiang Che's nickname during high school?"

Several pairs of eyes turned to look at them.

Song Yuqi's gaze also turned over, but quickly shifted away, and she lowered her head to adjust her cuffs.

Wang Mian looked at Jiang Che with a troubled expression: "How would I know..."

Deng Chao eagerly guessed, "Talented Scholar? Little Jiang?"

Lu Han shook her head: "No, there must be a joke involved, otherwise the production team wouldn't have asked this question."

Chen He turned to look at Song Yuqi.

All eyes turned to that direction.

Song Yuqi noticed the gaze and looked up.

Chen He asked directly, "You know, right?"

Another group of people flooded into the live stream room.

The speed of the bullet comments has doubled.

【Here it comes!】

[Brother He asked the question that everyone on the internet wanted to ask!]

[Qi said! Tell us quickly!]

Song Yuqi paused for a moment, her lips just beginning to curve upwards before she suppressed them again.

She glanced at Jiang Che.

Jiang Che looked back at her, his expression saying, "Don't do anything rash."

Song Yuqi turned around and spoke to the camera: "Lyricist God."

"What?" Deng Chao didn't hear clearly.

"The whole class calls him the 'Word God'."

Song Yuqi smiled, "Because he wrote lyrics for the whole class as birthday gifts during break time, and he sang birthday songs for more than forty people all by himself."

"Later, word got out, and the class next door came to him. He was so annoyed that he said he wouldn't write anymore."

"He wrote it again the next day."

Laughter echoed through the courtyard.

Deng Chao pointed at Jiang Che: "Good heavens, he started being a supplier of undesirable offspring back in high school!"

Lu Han added, "No wonder half the music industry is now asking him to write for them."

Jiang Che's lips twitched: "Can you stop making it sound like I owe the whole world something?"

Chen He slowly said, "Whether you owe the whole world or not, I don't know, but you definitely owe Song Yuqi a birthday song."

The whole place fell silent.

Song Yuqi stopped the water glass in her hand at her lips.

Jiang Che turned to look at Chen He.

Chen He shrugged: "She's your classmate, and you said the whole class wrote one. What about hers? Did she write one?"

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

[Oh my god, I finally got the question!]

【Chen He, are you a devil?!】

[If it weren't written, I would have died on the spot!]

Jiang Che, you're finished, you know that?!

Jiang Che stood still, his hands in his pockets.

He rummaged through his memories.

I did write a birthday song for the whole class.

However, Song Yuqi's birthday is in January, during winter vacation.

By the time school starts, I'll have missed it.

He had no recollection of whether it was repaired later.

He spoke, his voice flat: "Her birthday was during winter break, so she missed it."

Song Yuqi held her water glass without looking up.

Chen He gave an "oh," drawing out the last syllable: "Winter break. I missed it."

Deng Chao glanced at Jiang Che, then at Song Yuqi, and stroked his chin.

"Bro, if you say that, you're going to trend on social media."

Jiang Che did not answer.

Wu Zheng clapped his hands at the opportune moment: "Good! Wang Mian answered this question incorrectly. Because the correct answer is 'Word God,' and you didn't answer it correctly, so deduct ten points!"

Wang Mian complained, "How was I supposed to know...? Yuqi was the only one in the room who was familiar with him."

Wu Zheng smiled and shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the remaining slips of paper.

"Next up, Song Yuqi."

He held up the last three slips of paper in his hand to her.

"You draw."

Song Yuqi put down her water glass and stepped forward.

She pulled out the middle one and unfolded it.

I glanced at the contents.

Her lips twitched, but she suppressed them again.

Everyone stared at the note in her hand.

Jiang Che's back tensed up.

Song Yuqi looked up at him.

"Your question."

She held the note up, facing the camera.

There was a line of text written on it.

When was the last time Jiang Che sang? What did he sing?