HEIFEIGU -Chapter 112

Even though Jiang Tutu quickly reined in her emotions, that split second of ferocity was still caught by many viewers.

【So scary—wasn’t she supposed to be a low-key, pure little white flower?】

【But the way Qian answered that question was kind of disrespectful to the other guests.】

【Feels normal for Tutu to be angry.】

【Someone deliberately asked the question, and now she’s annoyed that he didn’t follow her script?】

【I’m honestly shouting ‘serves her right.’】

【Stop, or they’ll say we’re bullying the few with the many and steering online harassment again.】

Seeing that the barrage comments about this topic just wouldn’t die down,

the staff slyly followed up with another question. “Then may I ask, Best Actor Qian—what does your highest-level outfit look like?”

They were obviously fanning the flames.

But the fire was lit right in Qian Shuyun’s heart.

Showtime.

“To accommodate the other person, I’ll put on some special outfits,” Qian Shuyun said, rubbing the top of his head, as if he could still feel the fluffy touch of canine ears there.

“After all, I’m already at an age where I should be more steady. Dressing like that… still carries a bit of risk.”

【Didn’t you have way too much fun wearing it yesterday?!】

【Strong suspicion this is a bowl of ultra-luxury dog food.】

【Flip the bowl!】

【AAAAH—I’m the one who helped take photos for them yesterday. I only just found my rice bowl now. I testify: the Best Actor had an absolute blast wearing it yesterday.】

The scene also fell into a subtle, delicate atmosphere.

Xie Jixing’s ears were red as he lowered his head, not looking at the camera.

Song Chu pushed his glasses three times in one minute, barely holding it together.

Chen Mengyu once again took on the responsibility of saving the world, muttering softly, “I’m full. I can’t eat anymore. Please stop stuffing dog food into me.”

The livestream’s popularity kept climbing, and of course the production team wasn’t going to let go of the hottest CP. The staff continued asking questions.

“The next question—still for Teacher Qian.”

“This one is a bit sharp.”

“Please: if you weren’t doing publicity on ‘Maifu,’ would your previous BG-style romantic scenes in films count as deceiving the audience?”

This question wasn’t just sharp—it was almost nonsense.

It clearly tried to trap him: either for publicity on Maifu or deceiving the audience.

All traps, clearly targeted.

Before Qian Shuyun could answer, Yin Lening commented, “Why are you still giving him chances to show affection?”

Her tone was serious, as if reporting to a boss—very contrasting.

Everyone froze for a moment, then laughed. The slightly tense atmosphere eased.

Qian Shuyun also smiled a little. “Okay, are you all done laughing?”

“Then I shall begin showing off.”

“Before falling for another person, it’s really hard to fully know your own preferences.”

“Although I’m a bit old now, and it’s embarrassing to say, previously my life was focused entirely on films. I hadn’t met anyone who made my heart race, nor thought about love.”

“This time, it’s mine,” he said, slightly embarrassed, touching his nose, ears turning bright red. “First love.”

【Ahhhhhhh, why is my heart beating so fast!】

【Clearly it was Boss Qian answering the audience’s question, yet I was nervous as if Qiao Shi was confessing to me.】

【First love? He’s so flirty (Hong Shixian smirks crookedly).】

【Please stop asking him, don’t give him a chance to show off anymore, I really can’t take it!】

No one expected him to blurt out those two words—“first love”—which was a bit over the top in showing off.

The words were spoken by Qian Shuyun, but next to him, Xie Jixing’s whole face had turned red up to his neck.

It was a little awkward, yet mixed with a secret delight—a feeling that was completely new to him.

Xie Jixing gently stroked his wildly beating heart.

Then he quietly lowered his hand, circled around behind Qian Shuyun, and lightly pinched him on the lower back.

“Tone it down.”

“Cough, cough,” Qian Shuyun coughed lightly after being warned.

He shifted the topic to a more serious direction: “The emotions of a character belong to the character.”

“When performing each role, I briefly become them.”

“Whether it’s joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, or love, it is merely expressed through the body of Qian Shuyun.”

“But this time, the emotions belong to Qian Shuyun.”

“They belong to me.”

Qian Shuyun rarely dissected himself so deeply in public. Hearing this answer, both the live audience and the comment feed fell silent for a moment.

The hand behind him quietly moved to the front.

Xie Jixing hooked his pinky around Qian Shuyun’s hand resting at his side.

The two pinkies intertwined in an almost childish way.

Even the staff were overwhelmed with the couple’s PDA. Despite the barrage of questions about Qian Shuyun in the comment feed, they chose to ignore it.

“Alright, the audience has finally let Teacher Qian off the hook.”

“Next, let’s ask Teacher Xie a question. Teacher Xie, are you ready?”

“Me…?” Xie Jixing, who was focused on playing with someone else’s fingers, suddenly got called on and tried to pull his hand back.

But Qian Shuyun held it, using the pads of his calloused fingers to gently knead the tender flesh of Xie Jixing’s palm.

Xie Jixing’s voice trembled slightly: “Y-you ask.”

“The audience wants to ask Teacher Xie, it seems since your debut you’ve mainly been appearing on variety shows without any real achievements.”

“Whether in terms of family background or professional skills, there’s a gap compared to Teacher Qian. Being with him must be very stressful; it feels like…”

This phrase was a bit harsh, but for the sake of ratings, the staff hesitated briefly and still asked, “Does it make you feel inferior?”

The hand that had been moving across his palm froze. That hand gently turned Xie Jixing’s palm over.

Qian Shuyun was sending a reassuring signal: “Don’t speak yet, I’ve got this.”

Xie Jixing turned to glance at him. Sure enough, Qian Shuyun’s brows were slightly furrowed, and his expression had become much more serious.

This question was even more infuriating than the previous ones that directly provoked Qian Shuyun.

Just as he was about to respond on Xie Jixing’s behalf, Zhu Qian, sitting in the first-row corner, immediately bristled.

“What do you mean by ‘no real achievements’?” He stared at the camera, his expression lazy but his tone sharp.

‘No real achievements’? This was about his A-Ji!

Unbearable. Zhu Qian, who had been dead in the program for several days, decisively “resurrected.”

“Do you need me to calculate it for you?”

“Xia Rixing debuted and disbanded in less than two years. Xie Jixing, as the main vocalist of the group, released two albums, four singles, and countless performances.”

“Almost every song required him to handle over 80% of the work, including vocals, harmonies, and human sampling. Is that what you call no achievements?”

“To the person asking this question—how much could you accomplish in two years?”

Xie Jixing stared at the ghost beside Zhu Qian.

“Hiss… A-Ji, your man is really protective!”

“Since the group’s debut, he released two albums in just over a year, countless commercial performances, music festivals—almost non-stop.”

“Only six months after leaving the group, he can act in a TV drama and take on an important role.”

Not to mention the criticism for appearing on too many variety shows—three hits out of three attempts.

Qi Zhen now ruled the variety show world; there’s no program Xie Jixing couldn’t sign up for.

The staff cautiously asked, “Teacher Xie, do you want to answer the rest of this question personally?”

“Yes.” Xie Jixing lifted the corner of his brow. “I suspect the person asking this question is trying to PUA me.”

“I’m handsome and young—what reason do I have to feel inferior?”

“Currently, my acting skills do lag somewhat behind Qian Shuyun’s, but I’m young. With more experience, surpassing him isn’t impossible.”

“By then, he’ll be old, while I’ll still be handsome, young, capable, and wealthy.” He turned to Qian Shuyun and raised his chin. “So the one who should feel inferior isn’t me, right?”

This tsundere attitude made Qian Shuyun’s heart itch, making him want to kiss him hard right then.

“And besides, my standards are very high.”

“Choosing a life partner means picking the very best.”

“Good figure, handsome face, and wealth—these are just basic requirements.”

“They must also have good character, their own dreams, pursuits, and goals.”

“Preferably, they have a noble heart, willing to strive to make the world a better place.”

This three-step progression made Qian Shuyun’s smile grow wider and harder to suppress.

“I’m this excellent—why would I settle for someone inferior?”

“At the same time, I want to tell everyone: don’t rush to marry someone you don’t like because of pressure from others, and don’t feel inferior because of others’ disapproval.”

“Everyone has their shining points. You have strengths others can’t reach. Just keep improving yourself, and you’ll be more than enough for anyone.”

【Alright, alright, you two are taking turns to feed us PDA, right?】

【Goose’s mouth never disappoints today!】

【Sisters, what are you waiting for? Memorize the whole thing so you can roast those relatives nagging you to marry during the New Year.】

【Got it! If anyone asks what kind of person I want, I’ll just show them photos of Qian the Emperor, right?】

【It’s the end of the month, but my CP is considerate—they know I have no money to eat, so the dog food was enough.】

【I just love Xingxing’s attitude—high-quality vibes. I need to learn from him.】

【A tiny matter—everyone pause your dog food for a moment. Let’s celebrate our Xingyun CP topping the trending topic chart!】

Even if Xingyun was super popular, the program couldn’t keep letting them hog all the attention.

Even if reluctant to let go of the popularity, the show had to continue.

Fortunately, the Moonkong CP and Chutian CP behind them were also quite popular.

Everyone felt emotional after watching Moonkong’s date.

The impact of spoken words can’t compare to images—seeing Yu Yueting laugh with tears streaming down her face made everyone feel both bittersweet and relieved.

Chen Mengyu’s empathy was too strong; she couldn’t help crying.

She directly hugged Yu Yueting from behind, burying her head on her shoulder.

Ironically, Yu Yueting had to comfort her by patting her hair.

“Teacher Yu, everyone cares about you. Can you tell us what happened before, and how you’re feeling now?”

Yu Yueting’s voice trembled slightly but her emotions were calm.

Yin Lening silently held her hand, making her feel safe.

“This is the first time I’m discussing this publicly. It’s hard, but I feel that I can overcome it now.”

“A year ago, due to long-term dieting, irregular life, and excessive stress, I developed depression.”

“For netizens or friends and family of patients, depression is like a dark cloud drifting across the sky—it brings some gloom, deep or shallow, but eventually it disperses.”

“But for the patient, this illness is like a mountain—it crushes every breath in your body, ultimately making it impossible to breathe, even leading to destruction.”

“Every day, I struggled desperately under this mountain.”

“Until I came here and met everyone.”