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

Wu Zheng held up a megaphone, his round face full of calculating smiles.

Standing next to Jiang Che, Song Yuqi rolled her eyes silently upon hearing this.

If Old Wu smiles, he's definitely up to no good.

Deng Chao, with his hands tucked in his pockets, leaned closer to Chen He and whispered, "Old Chen, look at Old Wu's eyes, they keep scanning Ci Ye and Yu Qi."

I bet my entire allowance for next month that this old bastard's up to something today.

"Do you even need to tell me?" Chen He scoffed.

Jiang Che, with one hand in his windbreaker pocket, glanced at Deng Chao and Chen He and said, "Brother Chao, Brother He, the microphone isn't off, I can hear you."

The two immediately lowered their eyes and pretended to admire the scenery.

Lee Jae-ha took the megaphone and said in broken Chinese, "Today, everyone should bring this."

Staff members brought up a tray with a row of smart heart rate wristbands on it.

"Male and female partners, each wearing the ring on the other's left wrist. Today's farewell mission is called 'Seoul Tower Heart-Fluttering Sniper.'"

Lee Jae-ha waved his hand, and his assistant brought over a large board.

"Each group will receive three photos to take, and they must go to a designated location and perfectly replicate the pose in the photos for a photo."

"During the photo shoot, if either of the two participants' heart rate exceeds 120, it's considered a failure, and they must start over. The team with the shortest time wins."

"What's the punishment for losing?" Lu Han asked immediately.

Wu Zheng chuckled: "The losing team has to do a double bungee jump."

These words caused an uproar among the girl group members.

Mei Yan and Shu Hua were so anxious they were jumping up and down.

For girls, this is worse than death!

Not to mention that it has to be done by two people.

Song Yuqi also became anxious.

She had just gone on a street race with Jiang Che yesterday, and if they did a tandem bungee jump today, the scene was too beautiful for her to bear.

She turned and glared at Jiang Che: "Jiang Che, you'd better not say anything to annoy me today, you hear me!"

Jiang Che took the two black bracelets and tossed one of them to her.

He casually placed the other wristband on his wrist and said, "I'll try my best. But when it comes to heart rate, it depends on your own willpower."

Song Yuqi held the bracelet and struggled with the buckle for a long time without getting it right.

The sensation of him grabbing her wrist and running wildly last night was still lingering in her mind, and now she felt inexplicably irritable whenever she touched such things.

Jiang Che couldn't stand it anymore.

He took a half step closer and grabbed her left wrist.

A "click" sound.

He lowered his head and fastened the watch strap, adjusting its tightness as he did so: "Don't do anything reckless today, I don't want to bungee jump."

The two were very close together.

As Jiang Che spoke, the pleasant minty scent from his clothes wafted over again.

Song Yuqi looked down at his eyelashes, which were so close to hers, and her palms began to sweat.

beep beep.

Before the game even started, the device on her wrist lit up with a yellow light.

Song Yuqi's heart rate: 105

Immediately, Chen He's laughter rang out from the side: "Hahahaha! Yuqi! You're already over a hundred before we've even set off? Are you even capable?!"

Lu Han and Mei Yan put on their bracelets and joined in the teasing: "Ci Ye's charm is too strong. He can make his partner's heart rate soar just by standing still."

Song Yuqi's face flushed red instantly. She pulled her hand back and argued defiantly, "It's hot!"

She turned and headed towards the observation deck of Seoul Tower, "Hurry up and take a picture, don't dawdle!"

Jiang Che watched her retreating figure, chuckled softly, and followed her at a leisurely pace.

First stop, the Wall of Unity.

It was covered with countless couple locks.

The staff handed over the first task card.

Song Yuqi took it and looked at it, then everything went black.

The card has two stick figures drawn on it.

The male stick figure hugs the female stick figure from behind, and the female stick figure tilts her head slightly, their noses touching.

The instructions were written next to it: Make eye contact for five seconds and then take a picture.

Wu Zheng, that old fox, has no shame whatsoever when it comes to gaining attention.

"Can't we get a different one?!" Song Yuqi protested, holding up the card.

"No, you have to clock in in order." The accompanying director refused without hesitation.

Jiang Che glanced at the card and walked behind Song Yuqi.

"Quickly finish this." His voice came from above.

Before Song Yuqi could react, Jiang Che had already bent down, his two long arms wrapping loosely around her waist from behind.

He didn't actually hug her tightly; his arms didn't even touch her clothes, but the semi-encircling posture was incredibly oppressive.

Through a thin layer of sweatshirt, you can feel the warmth of Song Yuqi's chest against his back.

Song Yuqi's heart rate: 112

The numbers on the bracelet started to jump up.

"Turn your head to the side," Jiang Che whispered a reminder.

Song Yuqi pursed her lips and stiffly turned her neck to the right.

As soon as she turned her head, her gaze met Jiang Che's deep black eyes.

The distance is too close.

She was so close that she could see the eyelashes at the corners of his eyes, so close that his warm breath hit the tip of her nose.

one second.

two seconds.

Song Yuqi remembered the kiss that almost came last night.

It was the same distance, and the same minty scent, in the shade of the park.

Beep beep beep!

The bracelet emitted a piercing alarm.

Song Yuqi's heart rate: 125

"Cut! Song Yuqi's heart rate is too high, challenge failed, try again!" the accompanying director shouted through a megaphone.

Several tourists passing by stopped to watch the spectacle, pointing and commenting.

Song Yuqi felt like dying.

She shoved Jiang Che's arm away, jumped two steps forward, and her neck turned bright red.

Jiang Che stood still, flicked his wrist, looked at her bright red ears, and spoke leisurely.

"Miss Song, your composure isn't very good. What were you thinking just now, getting so high?"

"I want to kick you off the Seoul Tower!" Song Yuqi said angrily.

She took two deep breaths and slapped her cheeks hard: "Again! I'm sure I can do it this time!"

the second time.

Jiang Che wrapped his arms around her from behind again.

This time, Song Yuqi learned her lesson.

When she turned her head, she didn't look into Jiang Che's eyes, but stared intently at a telephone pole next to his profile.

They mistook the telephone pole for Wu Zheng's face.

My heartbeat has indeed stabilized.

Song Yuqi's heart rate: 110

"Make eye contact! It doesn't count if your eyes don't meet!" the accompanying director nitpicked from the side.

Song Yuqi could only turn her gaze away and look at Jiang Che again.

Jiang Che looked at her comical expression as she tried to widen her eyes and hold her breath, and suddenly moved an inch closer.

He was almost touching her nose, and in a voice only the two of them could hear, he said, "Where did your courage to flirt with me yesterday go?"

This man definitely did it on purpose!

Song Yuqi's breathing instantly became erratic.

She was so angry that she wanted to stomp on his shoes, but he stopped in time.

Beep beep!

Song Yuqi's heart rate: 128

"Cut! Failed again!"

five times in a row.

As soon as Jiang Che opens his mouth, or even slightly changes his gaze, Song Yuqi's heart rate spikes like it's on the gas pedal.

Even the VJ filming nearby couldn't help but laugh.

"Can you shut up!" Song Yuqi squatted on the ground, frantically rubbing her hair.

Her mind was now filled with Jiang Che's nonchalant yet highly provocative gaze.

Jiang Che stood next to her with his hands in his pockets, his tone completely innocent: "I'm just playing along. Or, should I turn my back to you?"

"No need!" Song Yuqi stood up angrily.

Damn it.

She's always the one whose heart races when he's flirting with her, so why is he always so calm?

She glanced at the device on Jiang Che's wrist.

Goodness, from beginning to end, this man's heart rate never exceeded 80.

Song Yuqi's competitive spirit kicked in.

"One last time."

She gritted her teeth, "Get ready to take the picture!"