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

Jiang Che released his grip.

Song Yuqi, like a cat whose paws had been burned, leaped three feet away.

She lowered her head, not daring to look Jiang Che in the eye, and even her neck turned pink.

Jiang Che clapped his hands, looking at her as if she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, and slowly added, "Why are you running away? I didn't ask you for compensation for abrasions to your waist."

"Shut up!" Song Yuqi glared at him fiercely, but with her flushed face, it had no effect whatsoever.

In the center of the field.

Meiyan was gritting her teeth as she hugged Shuhua and circled around her. Shuhua screamed wildly in her arms, her legs kicking like a turtle flipped over.

Xiao Juan and Minnie were singing off-key in their high-pitched voices, turning "Romantic Love" into a midnight horror song.

The scene was so beautiful that Deng Chao and Chen He were laughing so hard they were sprawled out on the mat.

Lee Jae-ha, holding a megaphone, grinned from ear to ear: "First round of warm-up complete! Everyone was very active! Next up is the second round: eating Pocky biscuits!"

The staff immediately pushed a small cart filled with boxes of thin chocolate cookie sticks.

"The rules are simple: male and female partners eat the same cookie from both ends, and the one with the shortest remaining piece wins," Lee Jae-ha announced with a wink.

The cunning Wu Zheng immediately chimed in from behind the monitor: "Same old rule, the winning team can punish the other teams."

These words were spoken.

The other guests all revealed fierce looks and turned to stare at Song Yuqi and Jiang Che.

It's best not to let one of their teams win this game!

The game has officially begun.

Deng Chao and Xiao Juan were the first group to go on stage.

Xiao Juan's face clearly said, "I'll fight for the dignity of the girl group," and she leaned in with her eyes closed.

As a result, Deng Chao acted like a groundhog gnawing on corn, snapping and biting wildly, his movements so exaggerated it looked like he was about to eat someone.

Xiao Juan was so frightened that she pushed him away, and the cookie broke in the middle.

The referee measured it: "Three centimeters!"

The second group consists of Lu Han and Mei Yan.

When the two of them had only two centimeters left, they both leaned back, their faces red and necks bulging, and snapped it off.

"Two centimeters!"

It was Jiang Che and Song Yuqi's turn.

The staff handed me an extremely thin chocolate cookie, less than the length of an index finger.

Song Yuqi looked at the thin strip of biscuit and swallowed.

How am I supposed to bite it? What if we just kiss?!

She prefers biting her lip to being pranked by other members.

Jiang Che was quite frank; he walked over and took a bite of one end of the biscuit.

He bent down slightly, his deep black eyes fixed on her, and uttered a single word from his throat: "Come."

Song Yuqi steeled herself and stepped forward, standing on tiptoe to bite the other end of the cookie.

The entire room fell silent instantly as six cameras were shoved into the faces of the two men from all angles.

Lee Jae-ha blew his whistle loudly.

Song Yuqi closed her eyes and took two crunchy bites.

too close.

She could feel Jiang Che's warm breath, which was falling directly onto the tip of her nose.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my throat, and all I could hear was the sound of my own heartbeat.

No, I can't take it anymore! She instinctively tried to back away.

Jiang Che saw through her intention to back down at a glance.

He raised his right hand, his large palm gripping the back of her head, preventing her from escaping.

Song Yuqi opened her eyes in surprise.

Jiang Che didn't close his eyes. He leaned forward and snapped off another piece.

The two are now less than half a centimeter apart.

Song Yuqi met Jiang Che's smiling eyes directly. Their noses brushed together, and they could even see the curve of each other's eyelashes.

Song Yuqi's mind completely went blank. She closed her eyes and looked completely helpless.

Jiang Che controlled it very precisely, biting off the kiss the moment he was about to reach it.

The referee held up a ruler and pointed: "1 centimeter! Jiang Che's group is currently in first place!"

Chen He, standing nearby, clutched his head and yelled, jumping three feet high: "This is unscientific! You two definitely bumped into each other! Old Deng, did you see that? You definitely kissed!"

Song Yuqi covered her face and squatted on the ground, looking like a boiled shrimp, her ears so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

Jiang Che stood still, gently licking the chocolate crumbs from the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue.

He glanced at Chen He and said casually, "I didn't touch it. If I had, it wouldn't be 1 centimeter."

The moment those words were spoken, the entire audience went wild.

Lu Han ripped off her coat and threw it on the ground, yelling, "I'm not recording anymore! Why should I have to endure your PDA just because I'm in Seoul?!"

Deng Chao laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight, pointing at Jiang Che and chuckling, "Master Ci, you've got a whole repertoire of witty remarks, who taught you that?!"

The recording ended in chaos.

That evening, the joint China-Korea special of "Wuha X (G)I-DLE" was launched simultaneously on platforms in both countries.

In the data monitoring room of SBS television station, Lee Jae-ha stared at the real-time viewership curve on the screen.

"Representative! It's broken! The ratings have surpassed 40%!" The assistant shouted, his voice cracking as he stared at the data.

Half an hour later, the curve surged upwards like a rocket.

"78%! My God!"

The assistant clutched his head, utterly in disbelief.

"Nearly 80% of television viewers in South Korea watch this channel! That's a record high since the channel's inception!"

Lee Jae-ha slapped his thigh hard, his face crinkling with laughter: "I knew it! As long as Jiang Che and Song Yuqi are the couple, the ratings will be rock solid!"

That night, Korean online forums crashed three times.

Jiang Che and Song Yuqi occupied six of the top ten trending topics.

#Jiang Che's Core Strength#

#Song Yuqi and Jiang Che's Cookie Game#

#Chinese-language producers' overwhelming power#

The comments from South Korean netizens were flooding in like snowflakes.

[I watched that one-armed hug fifty times! What incredible waist strength! Yuqi is so lucky!]

[During the cookie game, Jiang Che's gesture of putting his arm around the back of his head was so sweet!]

"Don't stop me, I'm going to lock the door. They have to get married today!"

Who says the Chinese music scene is dying? Jiang Che alone could dominate the entire music show industry!

[To the person upstairs, he already wore that out ten years ago.]

Domestic Weibo was also filled with lamentations, while CP fans were celebrating the New Year, with the number of people checking in on the super topic exceeding five million overnight.

Video clips are flying everywhere, and the screen is filled with pink bubbles.

Early the next morning.

Song Yuqi was still half asleep in her hotel room in Seoul when Sister Ping banged on the door loudly.

"Yuqi! Get up! Something terrible has happened!"

Song Yuqi, her hair a mess, opened the door and yawned irritably, "What's wrong with you this early in the morning? Is the sky falling?"

Ping held up the tablet, her hands trembling like leaves, her voice slurring: "The people from the three giants are here again!"

Song Yuqi frowned and scratched her hair: "You're coming to me again to ask Jiang Che to write a song? I don't have that kind of influence."

"no!"

Ping swallowed.

"SM, YG, and JYP have jointly submitted an application to the Chinese government, requesting that you and Jiang Che serve as cultural ambassadors for China and South Korea, and participate in next week's joint concert at the Seoul Dome. You'll be the headliners!"

Song Yuqi's mind went blank.

Seoul Dome?

That's a top-tier venue that can hold 100,000 people!

South Korean singers are so desperate to get on stage, yet now they're getting invited directly, and it's even for them to be the headliner?

Before she could even process this bombshell news, her phone screen lit up.

Jiang Che sent me a WeChat message.

Pack your luggage and go downstairs.

Song Yuqi paused for a moment, then replied: 【Where to?】

[Go get your marriage certificate.]

Song Yuqi was so startled that her hand trembled, and the phone hit her foot directly, causing her to gasp in pain.

Before she could react, Jiang Che slowly sent his second message.

[I forgot to type two words earlier. Go pick up your performance pass.]

Song Yuqi gritted her teeth and pressed the screen, wishing she could poke a hole in the keyboard: "Jiang Che! You son of a bitch!"