Chapter 1 "Honey, eat a little more." This was the sixth time my parents had served me rice today. In a tiny bowl, sure, but I'd already demolished five of them. I waved my hand. "No more. I've lost my appetite." My parents exchanged glances, and then my mom started tearing up. "Baby, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick? You ate so little today... has Mom's cooking gotten worse?" My glamorous mother threw herself into my dashing father's arms, both of them sobbing like it was the end of the world. Seeing Mom so heartbroken, I didn't dare mention dieting. I maneuvered my electric wheelchair and practically fled the scene. "I'm fine, Mom! Just going to the bathroom!" "Don't clear the table, I'll eat more later!" I'm Penny. Thanks to overindulgent parents and hormonal issues, I've managed to become a 330-pound girl who's the butt of everyone's jokes. Ten minutes ago, I got some bad news. The class beauty from high school, Chloe, got into the same college as me. Same major, too. She found the school hunk's contact info on the campus network, pretended to be me to start an online relationship with him, and agreed to meet him when school starts. She threatened me, saying if I didn't show up, I'd regret it. She'd print out my "beautiful" photos and hand them out to everyone. I was terrified. I didn't want my college life to start with me being a laughingstock again. Just then, a metallic voice rang in my head. "Host Penny detected. Weight: 340 lbs. Meets criteria for the Fat Exchange System. Bind?" Chapter 2 I blinked. What? A panel appeared in front of me, filled with bizarre items. The only commonality was that they all required exchanging fat. After reading through it, I gasped. I knew I was the chosen one! 1kg of fat could be exchanged for $1,500. Daily limit: 10kg. I didn't believe it. I had to try. Hehehe! Let's try exchanging 5kg first. "Congratulations, exchange successful. Current weight: 330 lbs." Simultaneously, a pleasant notification sound came from my phone. "Venmo received: $7,500." I scrutinized my face in the mirror for a long time but gave up. I didn't see any difference. But the $7,500 in my Venmo was definitely real. I opened the charity app I often donated to and impulsively donated all $7,500 to a project supporting underprivileged girls. Only when the screen displayed "Thank you for your donation" did it feel somewhat real. I couldn't help but hug my phone in ecstasy! Thank you, Universe! I love you! Mwah! Chapter 3 Just as I was celebrating, a text from Chloe came through. "Piggy, you're about to meet your hubby online. Remember to wash yourself clean." "I don't know how you have the courage to live being so fat. If I were you, I'd just die." "Pig, friendly reminder, there are nine days left until college starts." "See you at college." My mood plummeted instantly. My beef with Chloe goes way back. At the start of freshman year in high school, I accidentally knocked Chloe's pencil case off her desk. The boy behind us mocked Chloe, saying her stuff was rooted by a pig. Chloe burst into tears. Instead of getting mad at the boy, she turned her anger on me. From then on, she led the charge in bullying me, making my life miserable. I finally got into college, thinking I could escape all this, but fate had other plans. We ended up at the same university again. Was history about to repeat itself? Chapter 4 The system reminded me: "Host, you can exchange 10kg of fat daily. Anything on Earth can be exchanged." I tested it: "I want an aircraft carrier?" System: "...F*ck." Realizing its lack of manners, the system quickly changed its tone, trying to guide me. "Why don't you watch some live streams and tip those handsome male models? It provides great emotional value and will improve your mood." I shook my head. "Men." What's the difference between throwing money at men and throwing it into the water? I'd rather donate to charity. Men, not even worth a... Look! I'm looking at men! I opened TikTok, and the first thing I saw was my former high school classmate. Peyton. I used to have a crush on him. The reason was shallow: when Chloe bullied me, only he spoke up for me. "We're all classmates, don't go too far." But later, Chloe tore a page from my diary and slipped it into his textbook. He was the one who called it disgusting. "Welcome 'I Want to Lose 200 Pounds' to the stream." "Interesting ID. Welcome, miss." His warm voice was pleasant. He wasn't like this at school. It was always, "Fat pig, get lost," followed by roaring laughter from everyone. He posted my diary page on the school bulletin board. No matter how I explained it wasn't me, everyone just laughed at my delusional crush. Maybe some believed me, but that didn't stop them from mocking me... I snapped out of my memories. The stream already had nearly five thousand viewers. Chapter 5 Peyton was in a PK battle with a middle-aged man in clown makeup who looked a bit chubby. The opponent had only fifty viewers. "PrettyLady" sent a combo of "Love Blast" x10. Pink bubbles filled the screen. Peyton smirked. "Thanks, Chloe." I wasn't stupid; I knew this was Chloe's alt account. Peyton used his nice voice to say nasty things. "Uncle, I won't bully you. If you lose, just drink iced tea." The comments were full of "Hahahaha," confusing me. What kind of punishment was that? Just as I was puzzled, someone in the comments explained. "Making him write 'pee' on the iced tea bottle. It's basically public humiliation." I frowned. So insulting. Peyton had over five thousand viewers; the uncle had fifty. There was no way the uncle could win. But the uncle gritted his teeth and accepted the bet. "I agree, but if I win, can you ask your viewers to follow me?" Peyton scoffed. "Uncle, what do you need followers for?" The uncle said earnestly, "I want to get sponsors. I need a thousand followers to get sponsors." "Hahahaha." Laughter filled the screen again. Curiosity drove me to click on his stream. Traffic was dismal, the background was simple, and his clown makeup was running with sweat, making him look truly pathetic. Just as I was about to close it, I heard the system tut. "This guy is pitiful." Me: "Huh? What's wrong?" Just a guy chasing clout, right? The system explained: "His daughter has leukemia. He's clowning around because he has no money. Otherwise, who at his age would want to be a laughingstock?" Peyton's stream was still laughing... I felt a surge of inexplicable anger. I heard myself say something very chuunibyou to the system: Today, I'm staying here. I'm going to make this uncle win. Chapter 6 Peyton's fans wouldn't let up on the uncle. They kept belittling him to boost Peyton. After "PrettyLady" dropped a Castle gift, the comments exploded like fireworks. The mockery intensified: "Uncle's wrinkles could trap flies." "So old and still battling a handsome guy? Anything for money? Bet his butt is saggy too. Hahaha." My fingers hovered over the keyboard, chest tight. This collective malice was snowballing, and Peyton turned a blind eye. The uncle also ignored it, smiling obsequiously, as if he'd do anything for traffic. I took a deep breath and typed: "Do you know his daughter has leukemia? He's not begging based on his daughter's illness; he's earning it himself. What's wrong with that?" The comments paused for a second, then erupted with even fiercer attacks, including me this time. "Here we go again, classic leukemia scam." "Are these two in cahoots?" "Scammers work in teams now?" "Proof? Show medical records! Show the GoFundMe!" "Even if it's true, fundraising in an entertainment PK? Sick in the head." I couldn't take it anymore: "Donate. Isn't this a PK? Whoever loses is the other's grandson today."
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