Chapter One Hundred and Two: Who, In the End, Is the Unlucky One?

Song Wanning’s expression was strange, knowing she couldn’t avoid this, so she handed all the notes to Wen Jingxing.

He read them calmly, showing not the slightest hint of surprise.

Song Wanning didn’t know what to say; in any case, she wasn’t keen on completing the final task. If it came to it, she’d simply forgo the reward.

The first pair to compete was Shen Yue’s team, but as always, their performance was predictably lackluster—they couldn’t even get through the first interactive game and were eliminated.

Shen Yue seemed anxious and eager to play games with Jiang Mingzhao. Yet, during the game, Jiang Mingzhao kept pulling his head back, retreating constantly.

Their first game was the same as Song Wanning’s second: biting a noodle until it was less than one centimeter long. But when Jiang Mingzhao and Shen Yue tried to bite opposite ends, their necks strained backward, and in the end, the noodle snapped apart.

Shen Yue wanted to continue with the next two games, but Jiang Mingzhao would not. He said since they hadn’t even passed the first game, there was no point in trying the others.

Shen Yue argued that whether or not they won, playing the games was meaningful in itself.

Of course, Shen Yue couldn’t persuade Jiang Mingzhao. After all, his hands and legs belonged to him; her insistence was futile.

The viewers in the live stream had all sorts of reactions.

Some were simply enjoying the spectacle:

“Haha! Jiang Mingzhao is hilarious, dodging women like they’re venomous.”

“This is good! He knows how to keep his integrity!”

“No wonder they’re always bickering, true rivals in love.”

Others felt Jiang Mingzhao had gone too far:

“How can a grown man treat a girl like this? No dignity at all—I’ve been a fan for years for nothing!”

“Exactly, Shen Yue is so enthusiastic, and Jiang Mingzhao acts like this—he’s just embarrassing her!”

Still others disagreed and countered:

“Oh please, who says Shen Yue has to be so attentive? And who says you have to accept someone’s kindness even if you don’t need it? That’s just moral coercion!”

“I think Jiang Mingzhao is unlucky to have met Shen Yue.”

“No, it’s Shen Yue who’s unlucky to have met such an ungracious man as Jiang Mingzhao!”

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In the end, disagreement led to a chaotic quarrel, everyone convinced their own view was the right one.

But when the second team, Nan Yan’s group, took the stage, the comment section finally quieted down.

The reason was simple—their interactions were so sweet that everyone forgot the earlier unpleasantness.

Nan Yan’s first mini-game was passing a small card covered with powder. Nan Yan bit the card first, then Yun Ze bit the other end to receive it.

They weren’t allowed to laugh—if they did, the powder would fly and the game would be lost.

Nan Yan bit the card, slowly rising on tiptoe toward Yun Ze’s lips, her left hand instinctively reaching out to steady herself on his arm.

Yun Ze cooperated, bending down, tilting his head slightly, and biting the card from her.

Both were smiling—one’s eyes sparkling with stars, the other’s eyes shining with gentle light.

“Ah! It’s true—when you like someone, you can’t hide it in your gaze!”

“The way they look at each other—it’s sweet enough to give me cavities!”

Their next two games went smoothly; the most intimate was the last one.

They had to hug each other for over a minute to complete the challenge.

Yun Ze hesitated about the embrace, but Nan Yan took the initiative and wrapped her arms around him.

He couldn’t hide his delight, and Nan Yan whispered playfully in his ear, “This is just a game—don’t take it seriously!”

“Whatever you say,” he replied.

But Yun Ze was already overjoyed with Nan Yan’s change; even if she still insisted it was just a game, he didn’t mind taking his time—one day, this embrace would become real.

With things going this way, Yun Ze felt confident.

Next on stage were Jian An’an and Jin Jianyi.

They were the CP everyone favored, dubbed by fans as the “Double Jian CP.”

Because Jin Jianyi was especially attentive and caring toward Jian An’an, even though people thought Jian An’an wasn’t very invested in him, they naturally hoped they would end up together.

Whether by coincidence or fate, the games drawn by Jian An’an’s group were all incredibly intimate.

The first: kissing each other through a sheet of paper, holding it for thirty seconds without letting it fall.

The second: Jin Jianyi carrying Jian An’an in a bridal lift for a minute, testing the man’s arm strength.

The third was the one Jian An’an found hardest to accept.

The girl had to give the boy a kiss on the cheek and hold it for twenty seconds.

All the previous games had barriers, but this one was real...

Jian An’an looked up at the expectant gaze of her partner, unable to voice her refusal.

It wasn’t that she was afraid of hurting Jin Jianyi, but lately she’d been sneaking out at night to look for Zhou Xiancheng, always failing to find him.

Because she went out so often, Jin Jianyi had grown suspicious several times. Now was not the time to abandon this piece.

If she didn’t kiss him now, all her previous efforts would be wasted, and it would be obvious she didn’t like him.

With that in mind, Jian An’an steeled herself, closed her eyes, and kissed him. When the director called time, the game completed, she instantly pulled away.

“Ah! They really kissed—everyone just said Jin Jianyi was unrequited, but if Jian An’an didn’t care about him, why would she kiss him?”

“The Double Jian CP is just too sweet!!”

“True, but why did Jian An’an close her eyes like she was marching to her doom?”

“Come on, you don’t need your eyes open to kiss someone!”

“Let’s hope it’s really that simple...”

After this surge of excitement, the audience finally awaited the main event of the day.

“I bet Wen Jingxing won’t kiss.”

“I bet he will—like you said, the eyes never lie.”

“Even if the gaze is genuine, people can act; there are plenty of convincing couples in dramas and movies—are they together in real life?”

“Enough, stop arguing. We’ll see soon enough.”

“I don’t care; WenWan CP will always be my god-tier number one!”

The first game was easy for Song Wanning—when the minute was up, she and Wen Jingxing held each other’s gaze without laughing.

The second game was a bit harder, but not by much.

The noodle was originally twenty or thirty centimeters long; they each bit one end, eating it bit by bit.

(End of chapter)