chapter 1

This is my fifteenth day as Liu Qingqing, and I still get startled by my own ugliness every time I look in the mirror.

A bulky figure, a face full of flab, oily black skin gleaming, messy side bangs clumped together, covering my left eye.

The right eye, which is exposed, is almost hidden by the flesh on my face.

It seems I have to peel away the fat just to see a thin slit.

Suppressing my discomfort, I hurriedly splashed my face with clean water and rushed toward the bus stop.

“Qingqing, breakfast!”

Liu Qingqing’s Mother, limping on one leg, anxiously caught up to me, trying to hand me a large bag of breakfast.

I stopped abruptly, took the plastic bag from Liu Qingqing’s Mother’s hand, stuffed it into my backpack, and continued running toward the bus stop.

To call it running is an exaggeration-it was barely faster than walking.

Liu Qingqing is about 1.67 meters tall, but weighs nearly 200 jin.

Even using all my strength, I could only move my legs a bit faster than before.

Such a simple action, yet my heart was already pounding wildly, my chest felt tight, and I was struggling to breathe.

I have no idea how Liu Qingqing used to survive PE class.

By the time I finally squeezed onto the bus, my thin short-sleeved shirt was already soaked with sweat.

“Excuse me, please make room.”

I plopped down on the seat in the last row, and the boy sitting by the window immediately covered his nose in disgust.

I know this boy-he’s one of my admirers, tirelessly bringing me breakfast every day for three months.

But at this moment, he was doing his best to shrink away from me, as if I carried some terrible virus.