Chapter 1 — Perfect Body

The beauty queen of my class is tied to a weight loss system, choosing me as a reference, her weight will always be half of mine. I weigh 200 pounds, she weighs 100 pounds, her slim figure makes people admire her. I am 190 pounds, she is 95 pounds, and is sought after by many people. Just because she was about to take the art entrance exam, she felt uneasy day and night, afraid that I would just eat one more bite. So, every day she sent the "licking dogs" in class to humiliate me, so that I would get angry and lose a few more pounds. “I will definitely lose weight!” Seeing me make up my mind, the class beauty smiled brightly. Wait until I'm 100 pounds thinner, see if she can still smile? 1 The sweat of the morning run soaked me, causing my hair to stick into clumps. While my whole body was full of fat and kept shaking, the male students hugged each other's shoulders and once again passed me while laughing. “Yo, you're fat, have you gained a few pounds again?” “I'm so fat that I can't run anymore, hahahahaha…” This is a scenario that recurs every day. The group of "licking dogs" following the class beauty took turns using sarcastic words to humiliate me. Running in the morning, exercising in the middle of the day, three meals a day, even lunch breaks are restless. Like a sweat-soaked shirt on your back, they are sticky and cannot be removed. One of them pretended to push my back. His fingertips were sticky with sweat, the way the thin fabric touched my skin. From the bottom of my heart arose a wave of nausea and intense fear. I pulled back sharply, my steps staggered and I almost fell. This clumsy reaction made them laugh shrilly. Not far away, the class beauty - Lam Chi Tinh was standing under the canopy of a tree, her eyes curved, smiling at everyone. She raised her hand in an "OK" gesture, and the male students immediately retreated. With a "thump" sound, I tripped and fell, my whole body falling forward. So sorry. Knees pressed against the ground, flesh and blood mixed with red particles of the road surface. I struggled to get up, my body was so heavy that I couldn't stand for a while. People passed by, the wind whipped my face. No one stepped up to help. On the contrary, I don't know who shouted: "Fat pig crashed into the Earth!" The whole yard immediately exploded. “Ahahahahahaha…” The wind blew the leaves away. I sat still, not moving for a long time. Abandoned in the middle of a run, like an eyesore. Only shrill laughter remained around, fluttering under the blue sky. I shouted after their backs: "I will definitely lose weight!" Lam Chi Tinh's footsteps of leaving stopped. She slowly turned her head and looked down at me from above. In the bottom of his eyes is the cunning look of someone who has just achieved his goal. 2 Discovered Lam Chi Tinh's secret a week ago. That day, the school held a health check-up. Lam Chi Tinh weighed 95 pounds. The dance teacher advised her that if she lost 5 more pounds, she would look better. When I passed by the equipment room, I overheard her complaining to her childhood friend - class assistant Luc Duong: "I still have to lose weight... That damn fat woman eats so well, how can I be skinny?" “Fat lady”? That "exclusive" title made me stop and listen curiously. In the next conversation, I learned the truth. A year ago, Lam Chi Tinh affiliated with a weight loss system, choosing me as a comparison subject. She set up the system so that her weight was always half of mine. Because My weight is stable all year round at about 180 pounds, half the standard body shape. No matter how much my weight fluctuated, she remained within the 80–100 pound range. Thus, she doesn't waste any effort and still maintains her perfect figure. But at the same time, this also brings some inconvenience. She cannot decide her own weight, every day is like opening a "blind box". Two weeks ago, on my birthday, I won a free meal voucher. Two weeks in a row of eating to my heart's content, I accidentally gained 10 pounds. Lam Chi Tinh complained that her belly suddenly became thicker with fat. In the past few days, due to being bullied, I often fasted and drank, so I lost a lot of weight. She wants to lose 5 pounds, which means I have to lose 10 pounds. Obviously, she can tell me frankly about these things. But she chose to secretly play tricks behind her back. I eavesdropped, my heart growing colder and colder. At lunch time, someone stole my food. Put weight loss pills in my water bottle. And also... Telling the physical education assistant class leader to insult me, forcing me to lose weight... Images of the days of being terribly bullied suddenly came back. Want me to lose 10 pounds? It's too little, I'll give her another 80 kilos. A total of 90 new pounds of fun. Back in class, a photo of a black pig appeared on my desk. Books in desk drawers were thrown into the trash. When I picked it up, the stench was strong. Luc Duong stood on the podium, pointed at me, and shouted loudly: "Can you hear me, class?" “Fat Ly was just shouting loudly in the gym, saying… saying I was going to get thinner!” The response was a roar of laughter. “If Ly Doo loses weight, I will eat shit!” “If she were 100 pounds thinner, I would pursue her as my girlfriend!” … “Okay, it's a given.” When that day comes, I will find each person so they can fulfill their promise. 3 I opened a livestream room, used an avatar of a hot star, and named the account "Perfect body". The title is blunt: "The 190-pound girl's path to salvation - Perseverance until the art exam." In the mirror, I wore a baggy T-shirt that covered my excess fat, but my thighs were still big and rough. I downloaded the hottest weight loss exercises online and clumsily followed them. Sweat quickly soaked his chest and back, his cheeks turned red. More and more people are entering the livestream room. "Sisters, today is the first day... it's really tiring..." A few heartwarming comments appeared sporadically: • "Hold on, sister! Keep it up!" • “Everyone is like that at first, take it slow, don't rush!” But there are also a lot of malicious words: • "It's ugly and fat." • “Color.” • "What art competition is this fat? It's so funny." I replied that I did not compete in art, just because of a bet. “Hold on, heroine, you will definitely win.” – Luckily, most people still support me. Sweat flowed in streams, gradually wetting the floor. When I was so tired that I fell down on the carpet, a line of comments suddenly passed by: "WTF?! Isn't this the fat lady Ly Doa from my class? 😱" My heart suddenly skipped a beat, a bad premonition struck me. Sure enough, a few minutes later, Luc Duong's photos were spammed in the class' WeChat group. He secretly took pictures of me while exercising, sweating profusely, then photoshopped it into "Michelin Tire Man" and threw it into the group. Accompanied by the words: "Ly Doa tires - super durable, super load-bearing!" “HAHAHAHA, Look at our class's 'inspiring sister'! Livestream to lose weight? I'm dying of laughter! With this weight, being a Michelin brand ambassador is number 1! The whole group immediately exploded: • “Hahahahaha!” • “Oh my god, this photo is so awesome!” • “@Ly Doa fighting, you are a 3-star Michelin representative!” I turned off the phone and buried my head in the sofa. Calm down, I reopened the livestream. I won't give up. Many strangers even cheered me on. So why do the classmates who are next to me every day give me the greatest ill will? At the end of the broadcast, I created a strict weight loss plan: • Three meals a day, clearly counting the calories of each dish. • Exercise, volume, and target weight. It's five o'clock in the morning, the sky is not yet fully bright. I woke up and ran straight from home to school. Before I headed out the door, I saw on the calendar: The art exam had 80 days left. 4 The morning wind brings cold air, blowing through my sweaty hair. Everyone who gets up early to work knows that there is a girl trying to lose weight. The cleaning worker passed by and smiled politely at me: "Up so early." The owner of the dumpling shop said, for the past week I have been the first customer. Looking at the glass of freshly pressed soy milk and the golden doughnuts next to it, I swallowed my saliva, gritted my teeth to buy a boiled egg, and drank it with warm water. After school, while the whole class was still sleeping, I went downstairs to do a few squats. Sweat soaked his back, his legs shook from fatigue. Occasionally someone passes by and looks at me curiously. Lam Chi Tinh brought along her small group of friends, often "coincidentally" passing by me. Still familiar voices, leisurely drifting back: "Tsk tsk, that's so hard." “But that's not enough.” … Lunch time. Boiled chicken breast, broccoli, a small portion of brown rice. The canteen was noisy, the aroma of the dishes were like hooks, tugging at my nerves. The boys carried trays full of braised pork and fried chicken thighs, deliberately walking close to me: "Hey, Ly Doa, is the food good for weight loss?" Just looking at it makes me feel pale!” “I bet she can't last until the art exam, sooner or later she'll make up for it!” “If you're alive, you have to eat and drink. Why do you have to make yourself suffer like that?” Lam Chi Tinh quickly scolded them, afraid that if I obeyed they would eat them right away. She held my arm intimately: "Doa Doa, don't listen to them, you'll be beautiful if you lose weight." I pretended to be cheered and replied emotionally: "I will definitely lose another ten pounds." To prove it, I immediately drank several sips of water, even biting my teeth and spilling out the fat loss meal. Back in class, the girl from the front desk was eating fried chicken. The strong smell of dill and cumin pepper filled my nose, and I quickly ducked my head into a book. But my mind couldn't read a single word. I sat in a daze, feeling very clearly — The whole brain, only the olfactory area was working. Countdown to art exam: 70 days.