Chapter 3 — Perfect Body

9 At the same time, Lam Chi Tinh also became increasingly thinner. At first, his face was just a little pale. Then the cheekbones became high and the lips slightly pouted. In just a few short days, the eye sockets were sunken. Completely different from the radiant girl the day she filmed the promotional clip. During the morning self-study session, Lam Chi Tinh looked at her pocket mirror, her fingers caressing her face, her eyes filled with panic. “Why is this… not beautiful at all…” She whispered, her voice mixed with sobs. What made her fall most of all was the reversal of public opinion. The noisy boys in class started giving her the nickname "mask sister", saying that her face before and after makeup was completely different. Of course, I have more nicknames - "livestream sister", "weight loss sister"... In addition, after filming the promotional clip, people continuously came to our class to ask about Lam Chi Tinh. Sitting at the last table, next to the trash can, I naturally became the most "enthusiastic friend". "Who is she? Quickly show us!" “There.” I pointed to Lam Chi Tinh's seat. The eyes of the two juniors stopped on the skinny backs in the front row. The expectation on her face immediately turned into obvious disappointment, even mixed with a bit of hate: "Huh? Is it her? Like a bone rack, how beautiful is that?" Sure enough, there was no exception - everyone who saw Lam Chi Tinh's true appearance eventually left disappointed. "That's right, what does this Lam Chi Tinh look like? She's not even as beautiful as the person sitting next to her." The volume is neither too loud nor too low, just enough for Lam Chi Tinh and those around to hear. She suddenly turned around, her face showing harshness. His eyes were like poisoned blades, stabbing straight at the two juniors. "Thank you, classmate. I... we'll go first." The two younger brothers were threatened and ran away. The hallway still echoed with their chatter: "The class president even saw it and said it wasn't beautiful, but he still didn't believe it and asked to come over and look." “Now it's good, if you don't watch it then stop watching it, just watch it and you'll be startled.” I can't remember how many times this is a "victim". But I won't give up losing weight. That day, I remained as usual, staying in the squat class. As for Lam Chi Tinh and his close friends, they still haven't returned. I didn't want to see them, so I quickly packed my things and planned to leave. But Lam Chi Tinh blocked me and wouldn't let me go. “You… do you already know?” I clutched the strap of my bag, my heart suddenly tightening. "What if I know? The body is mine." “What are you going to do?” "Indeed." Lam Chi Tinh suddenly burst out laughing, the white light shining on her face, making the atmosphere both strange and dangerous. “Did you do it on purpose?!” "It's all because of you! You made me like this!" "Don't you like to eat the most? Then let me eat a little more!" As soon as she finished speaking, the female students next to her brought out a giant cake and walked straight towards me. “I don't eat!” One of the group pulled my hair hard and pushed me down on the chair. “Get out!” Bang! — the cake fell to the ground, cream splashing everywhere. “You dare push?!” Lam Chi Tinh completely lost control. She screamed, grabbed half a bottle of mineral water that someone had left on the table, twisted the cap, and poured it straight onto my head. In November, it was winter. The cold water penetrated my hair, flowed down my collar and onto my back, making me shiver. “Eat! Why don't you eat?!” She screamed like crazy and rushed forward to grab me. “Do you know how badly you hurt me?!” “You must get fat again for me!” Forced back step by step by that crazy look, my back touched the cold wall. Just as her hand covered in cream was about to grab my collar, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open. Luc Duong appeared at the door, sweating, still holding a basketball in his hand - clearly he had just finished practicing and came back to pick up something he had forgotten. He was stunned as he looked at the chaotic scene: the cake was thrown and broken, the floor was full of cream, my hair was wet, and Lam Chi Tinh had a fierce face. “What are you… doing?” His voice was filled with surprise. “She locked the door and forced me to eat cake. If I didn't eat, she poured water on my head." I wiped the water from my face, my voice cold and clear. Lam Chi Tinh's face turned pale and he was about to argue: "You talk nonsense! It's obvious that you..." As he spoke, he was about to rush forward. "Enough!" Luc Duong stopped her. Afraid of making a fuss, he strongly hugged Lam Chi Tinh and pulled him out. The remaining girls also had to go home. Art exam countdown: 10 days. The next day, Lam Chi Tinh appeared again, wearing a completely different appearance to continue to bother me. Her white lips moved slightly, begging me to stop losing weight. “Eat a little more to be healthy.” She took out a box of energy-rich dry seeds. Looking at the label, it's probably imported, I remember the price is quite expensive. I didn't bother to play along with her script, I just coldly watched the performance. She took a deep breath, as if she had made a great deal of determination, her voice carrying a somewhat sick pleading: "Do Do, please... please eat again, okay?" Just… just 5 pounds! Just a little bit is fine!” “As long as you agree, you can tell me to do anything!” This obsequious appearance was a complete contrast to the crazy demon pouring water yesterday. “Whatever?” A ray of hope immediately flashed in Lam Chi Tinh's eyes. “Let the kids who bullied me… kneel down and apologize to me.” She was stunned for a few seconds. “Don't want it?” “Then I'll go get liposuction right now.” I tilted my head to look at her, my voice sarcastic: "I think I can smoke another... thirty pounds?" By then I will probably be very beautiful.” The blood on Lam Chi Tinh's face immediately drained away. She turned her head in panic and shouted towards the group of boys gathered in the corner of the classroom: "Luc Duong, Ly Tuan Nhat, Te Quan... you guys! Come here quickly! Sorry, Measure now! Quick!" “Kneel down and apologize!” But the response was only dead silence. The people whose names were called looked at each other, their faces full of confusion. In it, Qi Quan chuckled lightly, glanced at Lam Chi Tinh with disgusted eyes: "Lam Chi Tinh, are you crazy? On what basis do you make us apologize to the fat man?” The remaining guys also chimed in: "That's right, you look like an old witch now, who else is giving orders to?" Lam Chi Tinh's heart felt like it had been fatally stabbed. She had an expression of disbelief on her face, her whole body shaking like a leaf in the wind. “You… you…” She pointed at the boys, panting loudly. Suddenly, the person fell straight back. Thump! — a heavy sound rang out as the body fell to the floor. “Ah——!” A series of horrifying screams immediately rang out in the classroom. Lam Chi Tinh collapsed to the floor, eyes closed, chin pointed and thin. The uniform fits well Now it's baggy. She was unconscious. This weak body cannot withstand the constant mental shock. The shrill sound of ambulance sirens shattered the quiet of the campus. Lam Chi Tinh was rushed to the emergency room. Listening to the homeroom teacher, the doctor diagnosed her with severe malnutrition, forced her to recuperate, and would not be able to return to school in a short time. Art exam countdown: 9 days. Lam Chi Tinh's seat was empty. As for my weight — it stopped at 115 pounds. In the evening, the number of people in the livestream room increased exponentially. “Streamer, there's one week left until the exam.” “Have you achieved your goal yet?” It was said that the blogger "Perfect physique" once flagged that he would lose 100 pounds before the exam day, so netizens flocked to confirm. There was even a fan who helped me make a transition video, recording the process of changing my body over the past time. "That's so ridiculous, how can you lose so much in just a few dozen days?" “Seriously, the blogger is only 120 pounds now.” I held the phone and pointed the lens at the scale. 115. “115 pounds? Oh my god, the streamer lost another 5 pounds in just one day.” "Please show me the way! Please guide me!" I couldn't help but laugh: "Everyone, just wait until the exam day to see the results, I will continue to try." During the following week, I kept my training intensity high. Even to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep. My reputation began to change. In the eyes of my classmates, I became a person who persevered and worked tirelessly. Luc Duong gave a thumbs up and praised: "Our training intensity in the physical training team is less than half of yours." “I didn't know but I thought you were practicing for the physical exam.” Even the homeroom teacher who had oppressed me before was full of praise: "The other students must learn from Ly Do! Work hard, know how to try, and even achieve a standard physique!" After school, a group of girls rushed around me. “Ly Do, you're too skinny, you're so beautiful!” “That's right, that's right, it's like turning into someone else!” “Your skin is also much more beautiful!” Everyone was enthusiastic and sincere, as if the previous bullying never existed. I don't know when, people started to appear around me. The desk drawers have many love letters, and sometimes there are even flowers placed on the table. The people who used to bully me are now fighting over each other to sit at the same table. Whether during class or break time, there is always someone looking at my face in confusion. Some people even commented — now I am the beauty of the class. When Luc Duong passed by, someone teased: "It looks like the fitness commissioner's words are about to come true. If you lose 100 pounds, you'll make her your girlfriend." I saw his ears turn red, so I chose to avoid eye contact. What I'm more interested in is... will anyone livestream to eat ct*? For a week now, Lam Chi Tinh still hasn't gone to school. I wonder if her body will be able to complete the performance test on the day of the art competition or not.