Chapter Fifty-Two: If I Jump, Will You Jump Too?

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(Thanks to the reader, Defender of Lolis, for the reward, truly grateful. But that Cui increased it to twelve thousand—Black Car honestly can't keep up, brother, wasn't prepared at all. Today, still three chapters, Black Car is staying in, just typing away in the room, sob... Please understand.)

The remaining scenes are all about weight loss—transforming a girl who appears to weigh over two hundred pounds into a captivating, sensual woman. Inspirational, determined, striving, positive—this is the crux of Wu Xiang's plan, the pivotal plotline he added to the script, the moment upon which the box office depends.

There aren't many weight loss scenes; after all, it's a romantic film, not a motivational movie about dieting. Just a few strokes to highlight the transformation, plus several interactions with Xiao Ming.

But Wu Xiang demands results. In other words, Huang Yi, who weighs one hundred and thirty-eight pounds, must slim down into a slender beauty. Wu Xiang has no technical means to film a fat girl as a thin one!

The process doesn't require extensive filming, but it must be real. Thus, the nightmare for Huang Yi begins.

She starts every morning with a jog, only eating afterward. If there are no important classes, Wu Xiang immediately drags her to the gym. In Huang Yi's words, it's relentless self-torture.

Weight loss is a systematic undertaking. Aerobic fat-burning exercise is just one part. Wu Xiang possesses comprehensive theoretical knowledge of fitness, as he himself was once so thin it affected his entire life. Before his rebirth, he constantly worked to change his physique and become stronger.

In truth, losing weight and building muscle are not mutually exclusive. Wu Xiang knows well that to have a more attractive figure, looking like a girl under one hundred pounds, muscle must be built. Only with enough muscle can fat be burned more quickly.

"Ah!"

"What’s wrong?"

While performing a waist stretch, Huang Yi is in visible pain, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

"It's nothing!" But she clenches her teeth and persists.

She has no choice; her weight gathers at her belly. Pure anaerobic fat-burning can't eliminate it entirely. She needs to strengthen her core muscles—this is the focus of Wu Xiang's weight loss plan for her.

"If you can’t do it, stop." Surprisingly, Wu Xiang, usually so strict, offers this advice. "I know you have an injury—a back injury, right? We can try another approach, like slowly raising your leg backward; it also works your lumbar muscles, though not as effectively."

Wu Xiang is clear on this. Even without hearing those dance school anecdotes at the freshman gala, Wu Xiang knows that Teacher Hai ended her dance career due to a back injury.

"Mind your own business! Keep going!" Huang Yi bites her lip in frustration.

"Alright! That’s the spirit. If it hurts, just shout." If she's tough enough to insist, what else can he say?

"Go to hell!" What does he mean by 'the spirit'? Huang Yi is furious. Still, she wants the good figure—she must have it. Otherwise, is she going to play bit parts in comedies forever? She wants the lead!

"Keep it up! You can do another one!"

"Bastard! Just wait!" The two revert to their usual banter.

Huang Yi was injured years ago during practice, her lumbar vertebrae fractured so badly she nearly lost her life. No one knows about this; they’re aware of her injury but not its severity—not even Wu Xiang, despite his rebirth, because she never mentioned it to anyone or spoke about it on any interview.

As for the performance at the freshman gala—it was for outsiders. Even that guy playing rock saw through it.

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Wu Xiang doesn’t know, and Huang Yi won’t say anything. The goal is simply to be under one hundred pounds!

Exercise is manageable; the real challenge is strict dietary control.

Wu Xiang wears those tight, alluring workout clothes—not really, they’re just standard gym attire. His purpose is to show off his physique and motivate Huang Yi, unleashing her inner drive. This trick works.

Naturally, Huang Yi asks Wu Xiang how he achieved such a figure. Wu Xiang replies,

"It’s all thanks to strict dietary control. Sigh..." He always sighs here before saying, "If only you had listened to me back then, gone to that little grove, I would’ve given you the things I bought. You wouldn’t have to suffer now!"

Huang Yi knows exactly what Wu Xiang means, but her reasoning is sound: "Unless I was out of my mind at the time, how could I have gone to some grove?"

She’s right, but Wu Xiang’s inner thoughts: 'You drool over my chest muscles now—haven't you been out of your mind enough?' Actually, these muscles aren’t hard to attain; Wu Xiang was naturally thin—he just needed reasonable nutrition focusing on protein, plus muscle training.

"Dietary control is simple: less salt, less oil. Eat more fruits and vegetables. Rice and bread don’t need to be drastically reduced, but salt and oil must be strictly measured."

At first, it’s fine—girls generally like fruits and vegetables. But after days of bland meals, Huang Yi can’t take it.

"I want meat, I want meat, I want meat!..."

Faced with her protests, Wu Xiang is humane: "I never said you couldn’t eat meat. Here, eat." He always hands over a small box of pale meat, but...

"Ugh!" Huang Yi immediately feigns retching. "Take this garbage away! I swear I’ll never touch chicken again!"

It’s chicken, but from a special part—the breast. Wu Xiang’s cooking technique is simple: boil it in water!

A tiny drop of salt at most—everyone can imagine the taste.

But Wu Xiang truly does this for her benefit. "You hurt me! Do you know what this is? It’s a delicacy for bodybuilders! The elixir for a perfect figure! And you treat it like garbage?"

Helpless, Huang Yi forces it down, and Wu Xiang encourages her, "Think of it as the ultimate gourmet meal. Imagine—after eating it, you’ll have a devilish figure!"

"Ah, sob..." Huang Yi cries as she swallows the boiled chicken breast.

Still, results show—her belly visibly shrinks. Wu Xiang decides to reward her.

"Movie?" Huang Yi looks at the ticket in confusion. "Why? Aren’t we dieting?"

"Wow! I thought you’d appreciate a break, but you’re so focused on progress. Fine, I’ll..." Wu Xiang is shameless.

"No, no, no..." No way she’s going back to that damned gym. "Let’s go to the movie now, quickly!"

Wu Xiang laughs to himself, feeling like he’s truly wicked.

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In these times, what movie does a man and woman pair go to see? Need one ask? Of course, it’s "Titanic."

It’s a great film—a disaster movie with a romantic theme, tickets at eighty yuan each. Men get to show off their wealth, and there are plenty of implied meanings. Apparently, over eighty percent of women, after watching this movie, ask their male companions, "If I jump, will you jump?"

Wu Xiang has pondered this question, even considered using the original answer from "The First Time" and Ah Tai, but he didn’t expect...

"Sob… sob..." From the moment Jack let go and sank beneath the waves until the movie ended and the theater emptied, Wu Xiang and Huang Yi walked nearly two miles, and she was still crying.

Such an intense reaction, and for so long?

Women are made of water—Wu Xiang understands this deeply now. Thankfully, it was a night screening, but she can’t keep crying forever. If a well-meaning person called the police, Wu Xiang would end up on the headlines again.

"Stop crying, be good, you’ll lose your kitten…" Wu Xiang tries several tricks to make her laugh, but nothing works.

"Mm, sob..." The tears continue.

Wu Xiang resorts to shamelessness, smiling as he says, "That whole ship of good Samaritans moved you this much?"

"Go to hell! How can you say such cold things when I’m so sad?" Huang Yi is truly angry—what is this man thinking?

Wu Xiang isn’t thinking anything; he just doesn’t want her to cry anymore—how unsightly. Suddenly, Wu Xiang places both hands on Huang Yi’s shoulders, gently forcing the tear-stained girl to look at him.

"…" Huang Yi is stunned, unsure what Wu Xiang is about to do.

Wu Xiang solemnly says, "I’m being serious now—if I jump, will you jump?" Then he switches to English, "If I jump, do you?"

Someone has to say it. Wu Xiang figures—if she won’t, he will. No shame; she’s already crying enough to attract attention.

Huang Yi, caught off-guard by the question, opens her mouth so wide it could fit two tea eggs. She doesn’t realize how extravagant her thoughts are, but her mind freezes for several minutes, steel braces shining under the streetlight.

'What’s happening?' Wu Xiang wonders inside. His words were partly a probe, but her long silence leaves him anxious.

Luckily, he doesn’t wait much longer—her answer comes.

"Go to hell!"

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