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

"Just telling me how much you love me is enough."

Song Yuqi gripped the metal handle of the standing microphone tightly, closed her eyes, and braced herself against the dry accompaniment as she prepared to catch her breath.

Every second felt like being roasted over a fire.

The Korean fans in the audience had no idea about the background of the song. Listening to this lackluster solo performance, they didn't even bother to wave their glow sticks.

Several South Korean fans in the front row even started whispering to each other, their impatience clearly visible on their faces.

What kind of nonsense is this!

Jiang Che, you bastard, I'll remember this!

Song Yuqi gritted her teeth, opened her mouth, and prepared to face the most awkward half of the song to come.

Just a fraction of a second before she was about to speak.

A deep, clean male voice suddenly broke into the top-of-the-line sound system of the entire studio.

"Follow me."

Song Yuqi's mouth was half open, but the sound was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't utter a single syllable.

She opened her eyes wide.

It wasn't a hallucination.

The voice was so familiar, with that calm, unhurried, and somewhat nonchalant quality.

Who else could it be but that stubborn man!

The back-end control panel.

The South Korean lighting technician, wearing monitoring headphones, rested his hand on the light control slider, his lips curling into a wild grin as he tried to suppress his laughter, his shoulders shaking.

"These Chinese people really know how to have fun. They've got me all fired up. This overtime pay is totally worth it."

The lighting technician pushed the joystick without hesitation.

The main lights that had been shining brightly throughout the venue suddenly went out.

Click.

A beam of extremely bright white spotlight tore through the darkness and precisely hit the entrance passage at the very edge of the studio.

At the end of the beam of light.

A tall man wearing a black windbreaker and a baseball cap emerged from the shadows.

He held a black wireless microphone in his hand, and his hat brim was pulled low.

But the moment the photographer zoomed in and that face appeared on the big screen...

The entire room fell silent for less than half a second.

The silence lasted less than half a second before a scream that seemed to lift the roof off erupted!

"Aaaaaah! My brother-in-law's here!"

"Lyricist! It's Lyricist!"

"Holy crap! I knew he wouldn't not come! He was faking it!"

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The four older men were stunned for a second, then jumped up from their chairs in perfect unison.

Deng Chao held the banner above his head and waved it wildly.

"I knew it! I knew this kid was up to no good! That entrance was brilliant!"

Chen He clicked his tongue repeatedly, clapping frantically while shaking his head.

"As expected of the Lyricist Master, he really raised expectations to the max. First, he lets the other person suffer alone on stage, and then he comes out like a savior."

Lu Han held up her phone, the camera firmly pointed at Jiang Che, her smile so wide it was almost blinding.

"The control during this scene was amazing! I thought he was really hiding in the corner of the corridor drinking milk, but it turns out he had already colluded with the production team! What a jerk!"

Wang Mian looked at the girl who was staring blankly on the stage, then at the man walking down the stage bathed in light, and sighed with envy.

"Ugh, I really want to be in a relationship."

Jiang Che ignored the ear-piercing screams around him.

With one hand in his pocket, holding the microphone, he walked step by step through the inner aisle, following the white spotlight, toward the center of the stage.

He walked steadily, his usual lazy demeanor gone.

My gaze was fixed on the girl on stage, who was wearing a leather jacket and shorts and had gray-blue hair.

To be honest, he really didn't intend to make such a big fuss.

But he stood in the dark passageway, watching Song Yuqi alone on stage being booed by the fans below.

He was annoyed.

I'm very unhappy.

This girl is so aggressive in front of me, why should she suffer such humiliation outside?

Others may not know how to sing this song, but he does.

"My feet are touching the sand, I don't need the tenderness of forever."

Jiang Che's voice, transmitted through the speakers, steadily suppressed the noise of the entire venue.

He sang as he walked.

Song Yuqi stood in the center of the stage, completely dumbfounded.

As she watched the man bathed in light approach her step by step, her eyes welled up with tears, and her nose stung with emotion.

No matter how much the fans below questioned her, she felt she could handle it. At worst, she would just go back to her van and start cursing.

But now that I see him, the grievances in my heart are like a flood that has been released, and I can't stop them no matter what.

What is this?!

He was the one who said he wouldn't come on WeChat, he was the one who pretended to be dead in the group, and now he's pulling this surprise attack.

You make someone angry and then try to appease them; do you really think she has no temper?

Song Yuqi had tears in her eyes, but she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Continue the sentence."

Jiang Che walked two steps away from her, stopped, took off the microphone, and mouthed two words in a way that only the two of them could hear.

Song Yuqi sniffed, gripped the microphone handle tightly, and looked up at him.

The tears in the corners of her eyes glistened under the stage lights.

Her voice was thick with sobs, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, revealing her two distinctive little tiger teeth.

"As long as you belong to me every day, cherish me wholeheartedly, protect me, and love me."

She sang those two lines of lyrics poorly, and even sang them off-key because of her crying.

But to the fans in the audience, it was like a nuclear bomb.

Her usually cool and arrogant husky voice, paired with Jiang Che's deep and steady harmonies, increased the sweetness of the song by a million times.

On the big screen, the faces of the two people were clearly magnified.

Jiang Che lowered his head, his eyes focused intently on Song Yuqi.

The fans in the audience went completely wild.

At first, it was just a few Chinese students chanting, but later even fans from South Korea understood the camaraderie and joined in.

"Together!"

"Together!"

"Together!"

The unified shouts of thousands of people in the audience almost drowned out the heavy bass of the accompaniment.

Jiang Che stood in front of her, listening to the commotion that filled the arena.

[Ding—Assisting the target in completing the phenomenal debut stage mission is complete.]

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The system notification in my mind sounded very untimely.

Jiang Che completely ignored the cold data panel.

He looked at the tear that was about to fall from Song Yuqi's cheek and thought that this girl was usually quite clever when she was arguing with people, so why was she so stupid at this moment?

What are you still standing there for?

The accompaniment just happened to reach the drum beat of the interlude.

Jiang Che switched the microphone to his left hand, took half a step forward, and completely entered her safe distance.

He lowered his eyes and looked at her fingers, which were gripping the microphone stand tightly because of nervousness.

then.

In front of thousands of cameras, mobile phones, and countless eyes, Jiang Che slowly extended his right hand.

My palm is facing up, suspended in front of her.

He looked into her eyes, his voice low, yet carrying through the microphone to every corner of the studio:

Hold my hand.