#Qi Heng Technique One#

Wang Yitong's cheeks flushed slightly. "You're not fat at all. You're beautiful—you look good no matter what. I need to watch my weight, or male actors won't be able to carry me..."

"I can carry you. If they can't, it's because they're weak, yet they blame female actresses for being heavy. How are you heavy? You're not heavy at all. Those men who can't carry female actresses should spend more time working out instead of dating so many girlfriends. If they're too weak, they should eat more sea cucumber to build themselves up. If that still doesn't work, use a stunt double. Don't blame the girls."

The entire set fell silent. Even the arguments in the livestream comments disappeared.

[Was Chu Xiyue just sarcastically calling Qi Heng weak?]

[Be confident and remove the "was." Chu Xiyue was absolutely mocking Qi Heng. Wang Yitong is 1.7 meters tall and not even a hundred jin, yet Qi Heng couldn't lift her. He really is kind of weak.]

[Chu Xiyue is so bold. She even dared say that. Isn't she afraid Qi Heng's fans will go rabid and bite her? Fly bravely, Chu Xiyue—deal with the consequences yourself.]

On set, Qi Heng's face alternated between green and red. Humiliated into anger, he snapped, "What do you mean by that?!"

Chu Xiyue looked at him in surprise. "You don't know what I mean? You're this weak, yet you still have the nerve to blame the girl because you couldn't carry her?"

"I don't think your fans should call you Brother anymore. Brother this, Brother that—ask them which brother they mean, and they wouldn't know. They might as well call you Empty Void Young Master. It's both fitting and vivid."

The set was deathly silent.

#Qi Heng Technique One#

The silence on set was so