Chapter 455: Chinese version of Thor's hammer

Cheng Ling put down the last weapon on the weapon rack, panting slightly, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead and rosy cheeks, looking very proud.

Director Xu shouted into the microphone: "Pass!"

Everyone on the set breathed a sigh of relief.

The many fans who came to visit the set finally dared to speak.

They restrained themselves and tried to suppress their voices to scream like rabbits: "Big sister! Look at me, big sister!"

"Cen Cen! In my heart, you are the most beautiful!"

"Xu Ge, Xu Ge, we will always support you!"

"Qingbao, Qingbao, the cutest!"

This is very difficult, but it was passed in one go. Director Xu was happier than anyone else.

He called on the staff to take the fans to interact with the stars.

The staff of the props team first helped the stars take off their weapons. These weapons were all made by everyone. Don't break them when interacting with fans, otherwise it will be troublesome.

So, for a while, no one in the crew went to clean up the scattered weapons on the ground.

The scene was lively and noisy.

Jia Shixin smiled.

Everything was as he expected.

He dragged Xiao Sun and slid to the martial arts training ground together.

Xiao Sun took his mobile phone and pointed the camera at Jia Shixin.

Jia Shixin bent down to pick up the long-handled hammer on the ground.

He deliberately put on a very relaxed look, and put his fingers on the handle of the hammer.

A unique cold air of metal passed up along his fingertips.

Oh!

It's done quite realistically.

It must be painted with metal paint... It's still cold to the touch. Jia Shixin thought.

Then, he exerted force.

The hammer didn't move at all.

?

The relaxed look on Jia Shixin's face disappeared--

Live broadcast room.

[What's wrong? ]

[Is my network stuck? Why doesn't this fat guy move? ]

[Carry the hammer! You stupid hammer! ]

Only Jia Shixin was sweating coldly in his heart.

Damn!

This iron hammer is actually real!

It's made of steel!

And it's fucking heavy!

Jia Shixin's mouth twitched, and he exerted force again, and the hammer was less than one centimeter off the ground.

Can't lift it!

Can't lift it at all!

The hammer fell to the ground.

Is this crew sick? Jia Shixin panted and stared.

In fact, Jia Shixin was quite unlucky. The hammer prepared by the crew was seven or eight pounds, but it didn't look good, so he went to find a hammer weighing more than 40 pounds.

This kind of hammer requires the strength of the waist and abdomen to swing the hammer. Such a heavy hammer is a killer on the battlefield, "one hammer down, the man and the horse are all broken."

Cheng Ling wanted to swing it, and she also used 100% of her strength, and combined with the waist and abdomen to give people the illusion that the hammer was very light and she swung it effortlessly.

The live broadcast room exploded.

[I remember that Cheng Ling played very easily just now, right? ]

[Wow! I understand, this fat guy is a shill! Great acting! ]

[Who am I? Where am I? Is this the Chinese version of Thor's hammer? Only Thunder God Cheng Ling can lift it? 】

【Because it is too fake, it looks very funny. 】

Xiao Sun, who is broadcasting live, showed a confused expression.

Teacher Jia, why did you put down the hammer?

How can you prove that it is a fake hammer?

He scratched his head and reminded in a low voice: "Teacher Jia? Teacher Jia? That hammer is fake, right?"

When Xiao Sun shouted, someone in the live broadcast room reacted.

【Wait, this fat man looks a little familiar——】

【It looks a bit like Jia Shixin who specializes in throwing dirty water on celebrities and making up black materials! 】

【Friend, the weapon is not known to be true or false at present, but this "fake" teacher must be a fake fan! 】

【It's so funny. Fake teacher fights fake! 】

【Hurry up and contact the crew! Fake fans have mixed into the visiting team...】

【No wonder I felt that this fat man spoke in a weird tone just now-and deliberately said that the male and female protagonists were ambiguous! ! ! 】

And Jia Shixin knew nothing about the barrage in the live broadcast room.

He really couldn't lift the hammer with one hand.

What's more, when he was anxious, his palms were sweating and slipping.

He made up his mind and grabbed the hammer with both hands. Then he would say that he was teasing the audience in the live broadcast room.

Jia Shixin's mouth twitched, his fat body trembled, and his hands struggled to finally lift the hammer.

Jia Shixin was too focused on the hammer, and he didn't notice that the surroundings had become quiet at some point.

A female voice came from behind.

"Hey, buddy, is the hammer a bit heavy? How about I help you?"