Chapter Sixty-Six: Off the Charts in an Instant

Jiang Mingzhao silently counted in his heart: "51, 52...55...59, one minute!" He forced himself to hold on a bit longer, and after a while, he finally heard Li Weiwei announce, "Both sides' heart rates have exceeded 100, the game is over. The duration of eye contact this time is one minute and eleven seconds."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Mingzhao shot up from his chair as though fleeing from a ghost, and ran far away. Shen Yue’s face was still flushed, and when she touched it, it felt hot to the touch. Previously, she thought Jiang Mingzhao wasn’t so great, preferring Wen Shao, but after such close contact with Jiang Mingzhao, she suddenly felt he was actually quite nice. He was sunny and handsome, and his family owned a real estate company. While not as affluent as the Wen family, they were still very wealthy, top-tier among the elite circles.

Jiang Mingzhao dashed over to Song Wannin’s side, standing behind Yun Ze. Recently, he enjoyed being near Song Wannin and her group; whenever he was around Shen Yue and Jian An’an, he felt uneasy and completely out of place.

Nan Yan saw how quickly he ran and asked what he was doing. Jiang Mingzhao replied, "Don't even mention it. I don't know what perfume Shen Yue sprayed, but it's overwhelmingly fragrant. Being that close to her, I nearly suffocated."

"See that? The truth is out! Jiang Mingzhao is afraid of Shen Yue."

"That’s hilarious. Shen Yue is still blushing away, utterly unaware of the embarrassment."

Hearing him say this so miserably, Nan Yan covered her mouth, giggling quietly. Yun Ze turned his head and shot Jiang Mingzhao a cold glance.

Jiang Mingzhao: ...

He found it so hard to fit in. If he stayed here, Yun Ze would get jealous. If he went to Wen Shao’s side, he’d be intimidated. If he lingered near Song Wannin, Wen Shao might get angry. He didn’t like Jian An’an and Shen Yue. Jin Jianyi, lacking any masculine presence, only ever hovered around Jian An’an. So Jiang Mingzhao lifted his foot and quietly moved to the side.

Nan Yan hurried over and grabbed Yun Ze’s arm. "Come on, Jiang Mingzhao's description just now was really funny, don't you think? Put away that expression, it’s our turn now."

Seeing Nan Yan take his hand so proactively, Yun Ze’s expression softened. "Alright, let’s go."

Jiang Mingzhao: Me? Funny?

After being force-fed a mouthful of sweet couple moments, Jiang Mingzhao’s heart was once again openly stabbed by Guan Ming.

On the other side, Yun Ze had just taken his seat. The staff had only just fitted him with the heart rate monitor, and his heart rate immediately spiked. The staff even doubted for a moment if there had been a technical error.

Li Weiwei quickly signaled for the camera to zoom in on their faces; she sensed there would soon be a great moment to capture.

Nan Yan and Yun Ze had barely moved closer together as directed, when in the next second, Nan Yan’s heart rate also exploded. She shyly covered her face with her hands, laughing as she leaned against Yun Ze’s shoulder.

She truly hadn’t meant to! In recent days, her relationship with Yun Ze had improved, and for the first time, she felt quite good being with him. So, being so close just now, she couldn’t help but recall recent events, and her heart started racing uncontrollably.

"Nan Yan and Yun Ze have never let us down!"

"As expected, you can’t force a melon to ripen, but couples engaged to be married are always sweet!"

"Yun Ze's heart rate spiking so fast—it’s pure love!"

"I guessed it right; they’re definitely the bottom pair this round."

"I usually hope the guests win prizes, but for the first time, I hope my favorite duo gets the punishment!"

Li Weiwei, smiling helplessly, announced, "Both sides’ heart rates have exceeded 100, the game is over. This round lasted ten seconds."

With the duration revealed, teasing voices echoed both on site and in the livestream.

Nan Yan was very embarrassed, and as she ran off, she made sure to drag Yun Ze along, hiding behind Song Wannin. Yun Ze strolled over calmly; embarrassment never seemed to touch his face. Not only that, he relished the attention everyone gave him. He never hesitated to show his love for Nan Yan, almost to the point of obsession.

But Nan Yan never gave him any response. His anxiety grew, fear of losing her gnawed at him, and he couldn’t help but try to control her more tightly. Recently, though, he realized that sometimes, not pushing Nan Yan so hard, but taking things step by step, made her respond to him more.

The next pair to take the stage were Jian An’an and Jin Jianyi. Song Wannin’s luck seemed blessed; every time she drew, it was always for the last pair.

As the staff fitted their heart rate monitors, Jin Jianyi’s heart rate was already elevated, holding steady above 90.

He didn’t spike immediately like Yun Ze, but he was clearly nervous. Just last night, the two had had a disagreement. Jian An’an still hadn’t forgiven him; after she fell into the water, Jin Jianyi cared for her through the night, and she only stopped being cold to him.

Today, Jian An’an’s attitude toward Jin Jianyi was neither warm nor cold. So, Jin Jianyi hoped this opportunity for close contact might persuade her to stop being angry.

But when he checked her heart rate monitor, he saw it hovered around 79, with no obvious fluctuation. Jin Jianyi felt a hint of disappointment.

The show had a clever design: the heart rate monitor only showed your partner’s rate, not your own. In such circumstances, a person might become anxious or get influenced by their partner’s state, causing their heart rate to rise.

Jian An’an didn’t like Jin Jianyi, so she would never let her heart rate hit one hundred for him. But as the timer neared a minute, something crossed her mind, and her heart rate suddenly shot up to a hundred.

Jin Jianyi watched the rising numbers, finally spiking, and felt as if his recently dying heart had been revived with hope.

"Haha, I knew Jin Jianyi couldn’t be suffering alone!"

"Looks like Jian An’an has feelings for Jin Jianyi too!"

"I’m so happy. I love when everyone gets a happy ending!"

"But at first Jian An’an’s heart rate was so low! Then it suddenly jumped—so strange?"

"Just appreciate it, stop nitpicking!"

The results between the pairs were already clear.

Now, the final champion would be decided between Song Wannin and Wen Jingxing, the duo everyone anticipated. After they sat, the staff fitted their heart rate monitors, and everyone held their breath, eagerly watching the numbers on their screens.