Everyone’s eyes were glued—
"Who are you? Did you walk into the wrong class?"
"Wow, girl, great figure, you’ve got both the front and the back, I’m jealous!"
"Wait... why do her brows and eyes look kind of familiar..."
People started to feel something was off about this slightly good-looking girl—
"Holy crap, it’s Wu Qianman!"
That weak and fragile, shapeless, dark and ugly Wu Qianman!
As Wu Qianman walked to her seat, put down her backpack, and started quietly reviewing, everyone’s eyes were about to fall out.
Where is she thin? She’s shapely at the front and has a nice curve at the back!
Where is she dark and ugly? Her face is fair and clean, her almond eyes are strikingly black and white, not a stunning beauty, but definitely a cute little charm.
"What the hell, did you get plastic surgery? Wu Qianman?"
Wu Qianman raised her head and glanced at Zuzi, who was strolling into the classroom: "Nope. Zuzi helped me balance my body."
Zao Lin was saved, Zuzi gave her a special piece of candy, and also taught her how to strengthen her body and improve her stoop and lack of confidence by adjusting her breathing—
Of course, the term Zuzi used wasn’t as plain as "breathing."
It was "Breathing Techniques."
She only practiced Breathing Techniques for one night, and her overall demeanor, muscles, and skin had drastically improved.
Most amazingly, her little buns somehow developed again, she was overjoyed, ahahaha!
All those years of being mocked by boys as "shapeless," ostracized by girls, even locked in the boys’ toilet, could finally be swept away!
The incredulous gazes all turned towards Zuzi.
After the shock, came the disdainful doubt:
"Her? Could she really balance someone’s body?"
"Probably some rustic remedy from a barefoot doctor in the countryside?"
"If someone could make me beautiful overnight, my dad would gift them a whole building!"
Zuzi paused and smiled slightly: "The Ancestor’s immortal elixir, you can’t afford it."
"Then how could Wu Qianman afford it?"
"Because she’s worth it." Zuzi returned to her seat with a smile, took out a candy, and handed it to Wu Qianman: "A little more weight would look better."
Ah, if she gained a little more weight, would her little buns have a chance to challenge the perfect C cup?
Wu Qianman bashfully accepted the candy and ate it on the spot without hesitation, carefully saving the rustic candy wrapper in her pocket.
Everyone gaped at this scene.
Some people, though still doubting aloud, began to feel a bit tempted: "Hey, Zuzi, could I have a candy too? Not for any particular reason, just want to try the taste..."
Wu Minghao eagerly leaned in: "Zuzi, does this candy that makes thin people gain weight also make fat people lose weight? I love racing, but unfortunately, a fat guy doesn’t fit in a race car, weight affects speed; I love horse riding, but unfortunately, a fat guy doesn’t fit in equestrian, even horses reject me... it’d be great if I could slim down!"
Zuzi gave him a glance, her expression hard to read: "Losing weight, that’s easy."
Wu Minghao’s eyes lit up: "Really?"
Licking his lips, eagerly waiting for Zuzi to give him a candy, he was almost wagging his tail.
Zuzi’s next words: "Eat less, move more."
Zuzi, that hit right in the heart.
"Wu Minghao! You fat idiot!" a haughty shout echoed.
Xi Rubao stood at the classroom door, hands on hips, "Who allowed you to withdraw from the joint letter, do you want to die?"
Wu Minghao gulped: "Baby, let me explain."
Xi Rubao: "I don’t want to listen, I don’t want to listen! Anyway, you can’t betray me! Put your name back on! Go quickly!"