Chapter 213
“Mmmmmm!!!”
With Xie Mi’s hand clamped tightly over his mouth, Yu Jinzhe was suffocating so badly that tears almost burst from his eyes. He stumbled backward in panic, but she followed him step for step, refusing to let go.
She would not loosen her grip no matter what.
Finally, completely losing control, Yu Jinzhe bolted like a madman toward the poolside and leapt straight in.
At last—he had escaped the demon’s grasp.
Viewers who watched the replay clip were left dumbfounded.
[A d-d-demon!!]
[Even the King of Hell would have to tattoo Teacher Xie’s name on his back]
[And you, Teacher Xie, you are the true King of Hell]
[I was scared when I saw the bug, but when she stuffed it in Yu Jinzhe’s mouth I burst out laughing—why provoke her in the first place?]
[Isn’t the most impressive part Xie Mi’s composure? Any normal person seeing a bug crawling up their arm would’ve screamed bloody murder, right? But her heart rate didn’t! Even! Flinch!]
[She even barehanded the bug and shoved it into someone else’s mouth—her heart must be made of iron!!]
[This little romance show actually managed to invite two iron-hearted legends at once. Respect.]
[So… between two iron hearts, who’s going to win?]
The much-anticipated final round began.
Xie Mi versus Shen Moqing.
As the two universally acknowledged “steel hearts,” the audience already had their opinions on the outcome:
[No suspense at all]
[I’m not joking—Old Shen is going to lose the moment he sits down]
[If Shen’s heart rate doesn’t change, you all better shut up. Honestly, I still think this whole thing’s staged—you’ll see]
[I have a strong hunch this game is about to break up yet another CP]
[Why are there always these “experts” in chat? I’ll say it again—someone like Old Shen has no need to pull PR stunts]
[Come on, as if a man so rich he’s “poor except for money” still needs hype?]
They sat face-to-face, their heart rates projected on screen.
Xie Mi’s stayed around 65.
Shen Moqing’s at 67.
Both were extremely stable.
[See! Told you so! Where are the CP fans now?]
The very next second, Shen Moqing’s heart rate began climbing steadily.
67… 69… 72…
Though his face remained its usual languid calm, the number flashing at 80 betrayed him.
Everyone on set held their breath, witnessing a miracle.
After two rounds of games, they knew exactly how terrifying this was: for Shen Moqing, who could hold his heart rate steady around 60, to rise all the way to 80—it was nearly impossible.
[Okay, and where are the “experts” now?]
[Experts quiet yet? Hm?]
[Say it again?]
The sudden disappearance of the so-called experts from the barrage was itself an answer: Yes, we’re quiet. Please let us live.
Seeing Shen Moqing’s sudden rise, Xie Mi was the one to panic first.
Wait, what? What’s this supposed to mean?
Hadn’t they already exchanged glances and agreed to use this segment to finish the mission?
Why was his heart rate soaring now? How was she supposed to play her part?
“…Cough.”
Under her burning glare, Shen Moqing raised his hand lightly to his lips, coughed softly, then deliberately shifted his gaze away.
Fixing his eyes on the pool’s surface for a few seconds, his heart rate began to descend again.
Only then did Xie Mi nod in satisfaction, putting on an act and delivering her line:
“Old Shen, you’ve been steady all along, but today you’ve met me—there’s no way you’ll win this game!”
And just like that, Shen Moqing’s heart rate shot upward again.
Xie Mi: “???”
Bro, seriously?
Shen Moqing let out a barely audible “tsk,” the sound of a man resigned to the fact he couldn’t control his own pulse.
As his heart rate continued fluctuating, he suddenly closed his eyes, adopting avoidance tactics.
A few breaths later, his rate finally calmed a little.
[What’s going on with Old Shen’s heart rate, up and down like crazy?]
[For the first time I truly see what “a racing heart” means]
[In the first two rounds Old Shen looked completely at ease, but now—he’s clearly struggling not to get flustered, yet he can’t control it. Who gets it?]
[Honestly, I doubted the CP before this. Even if his heart rate skyrocketed I would’ve suspected production interference. But this reaction? This is absolutely, genuinely heart-throbbing!]
[Ahhhhh I’m falling straight into this ship—it hit me right in the heart]
[Did anyone else notice Old Shen taking deep breaths? Damn, that’s so hot!]
The “Xie-kills-the-donkey” CP fed sugar in the most unexpected way.
And this unsteady, wavering heart rate pierced viewers deeper than a steady rise ever could.
Weibo’s new trending tag exploded. The whole internet went feral.
Meanwhile, on set, Xie Mi launched her attack.
This was the perfect chance to finish the mission.
“Oh, so you’re closing your eyes? Think that means I can’t do anything?”
With that, she stood and grabbed Shen Moqing’s hand, wearing an expression of absolute determination—while secretly giving him a mental thumbs up.
Clever, Old Shen.
With his eyes closed, she’d have to “attack,” making her hand-holding seem less suspicious.
All she needed was to hold his hand for thirty seconds, and the mission would be complete…
“Shen Moqing, out!” Director Niu’s voice suddenly rang out.
At the same time, staff and even other guests gasped aloud.
Because Shen Moqing’s heart rate, the instant Xie Mi’s hand touched his—spiked to 122!
Xie Mi froze. Before she could even protest, her eyes met Shen Moqing’s as he suddenly opened them.
Those beautiful peach-blossom eyes shimmered with a helpless light.
“Teacher Xie, I tried my best.”
The words had barely left his lips when the ejector seat sprang up.
Shen Moqing had already half pulled his hand back—but Xie Mi suddenly caught it again, gripping tighter.
“In that case… let’s just ride this momentum!”
His expression faltered.
The next second, the two of them were launched into the sky, hands clasped tightly together.
Unlike others who flailed wildly, the instant they rose, Shen Moqing’s arm circled around Xie Mi’s waist, pulling her into his embrace protectively.
Splash!
He hit the water back-first, shielding her.
Their combined weight drove them deep underwater, where the camera crew managed to capture an impossibly beautiful shot.
Their brightly colored figures wrapped in white fabric, hair streaming and tangling together as they sank—
And through it all, their hands never parted.
[Ahhhhh what an absolutely stunning scene!!]
[I declare, this is peak-level ambiguity!]
[The CP is killing me dead!!!]
[Such a strong sense of fate—the cameraman deserves a whole chicken leg bonus!!]
[The moment Old Xie grabbed Old Shen’s hand and they were launched into the sky—every idol drama in existence lost]
[Since I started shipping them, every morning when I open my eyes all I want to do is SCREAM]
