Waking up in the morning is the beginning of another busy week of schoolwork.

Cheng Fei has become accustomed to this kind of life. Although his mind is not yet fully awake, his body has honestly bounced up from the bed, like a clockwork and programmed robot. He has made a rich meal for the two of them despite the lack of oxygen in his brain.

Early.

He woke up completely when he saw the text message interface on his mobile phone. The text message was sent out at around 2 o'clock in the middle of the night last night——

"Ahhhh!" Cheng Fei smashed his confused brain hard, "Who did I send it to?"

He edited the message last night and revised it several times. He felt that no matter how he posted it, it seemed abrupt. He was worried that Shao Tingfeng would think that such a point would cross his line, so he never sent it out. Of course, there was another important reason. He didn't want to send it out.

Know Shao Tingfeng’s number.

He fell asleep before he could think clearly. Who would have thought that he would have sent this text message by himself?!

The recipient was a string of unfamiliar numbers. Cheng Fei stared at the string of numbers and poked the dial button by mistake.

Two seconds later, a familiar ringtone came from the dining table. Shao Tingfeng, who was drinking soy milk, lazily touched his phone and pressed the button to connect: "Hello?"

Cheng Fei: "..."

The two people looked at each other, which was very strange.

Shao Tingfeng took a big bite of the fried dough sticks, and the subtle chewing sound was somewhat distorted after being transmitted.

"Is something wrong?" Shao Tingfeng asked vaguely, "Why do you know my number?"

Cheng Fei: "..."

How the hell did I know!

Shao Tingfeng swallowed the food in his mouth and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you asking others about me?"

Cheng Fei's face turned red: "You're talking nonsense."

As he said that, he hit his head again. He couldn't remember how he entered that number. He just remembered that he was playing with his mobile phone and fell asleep while playing. Could it be...

He took out the address book from the drawer, found Shao Tingfeng's name and compared it, and suddenly smiled with satisfaction: "What am I asking for? Isn't your number on the address book?"

Yes, he must have found it last night while sleepwalking.

Cheng Fei breathed a sigh of relief, then thought of another question, and his heart arose again. He looked carefully at Shao Tingfeng, who was enjoying a delicious breakfast.

"Xiao Shao," Cheng Fei said a little nervously, "Did you receive the text message last night?"

Shao Tingfeng: "Kacha kacha."

The crispy fried dough sticks are so fragrant.

"Yeah." He replied slowly.

"Then what do you think?" Cheng Fei considered his words, "I'm sorry, I'm nosy, but I heard that you don't have a good relationship with your family, and I'm worried that you will be bullied by them. Your family didn't have anything like that last night, right?

?”

Shao Tingfeng squinted at him: "What is that?"

"Tsk," Cheng Fei said directly, not wanting to play riddles with him, "I'm just sucking your blood! Depriving you of your inheritance rights or something! Is that what they did?"

Shao Tingfeng was silent for a moment. Under Cheng Fei's nervous gaze, he lowered his head and nodded lightly.

Cheng Fei's eyes widened: "Took your stocks?"

"Um."

"Your little vault?"

Shao Tingfeng frowned slightly, which small treasury was he referring to? But he still nodded: "Yeah."

Like a bolt from the blue, Cheng Fei stared at the young master Shao in front of him in disbelief. It was over. It was just like what was said in the book. All the money of this little cannon fodder was taken away by his family, and he would soon be "unaccounted for, alive or dead."

!

"What are you doing, why are you just..." Cheng Fei hates the fact that steel cannot be made into steel, and blames himself a little. If he had known, he should have stopped him from going back last night. If he had known, he would have revealed a little bit of the plot to him, so that he could be on guard. Xiao

Cannon fodder is still a sophomore and his grades are at the bottom. Without the support of the Shao family, how will he live in the future?

Shao Tingfeng looked at him looking annoyed and remorseful. He didn't know what he was thinking about. It was a little funny and a little unbearable, so he explained: "I still have a little money..."

Cheng Fei looked at him coolly: "Don't be brave, don't I know?"

Shao Tingfeng: "..."

Forget it, let him misunderstand.

The silent look of the little cannon fodder further strengthened Cheng Fei's thoughts. He felt that he was a bit of a failure, like an owner who failed to take good care of his pet. Due to a moment of negligence, the pet was allowed to be bullied out of his sight. But Shao Tingfeng

It's not really his pet. He wants to show some affection to this poor little cannon fodder, but he can't show it too obviously.

After much deliberation, it seems that I can only be kinder to the little cannon fodder's big stomach.

In order to take care of everything, Cheng Fei cooks more frequently. He had a bad appetite some time ago. After relying on snail noodles to survive for half a month, his appetite improved again. Recently, his hunger has become even more intense.

Probably because I was very hungry before and my body was in urgent need of energy.

This is especially obvious in the past two days. I often finish dinner at seven o'clock and feel hungry again before ten o'clock.

Cheng Fei simply turned on the late-night snack mode and took Shao to listen to the wind and sing every night - bah, enjoy the meal every night.

Because Shao Tingfeng likes junk food, Cheng Fei often makes caloric fried bombs, finger-sucking original chicken, egg yolk crisps, high-sugar milk tea, whatever makes them explode.

The intoxicating nightlife continued for a while, until one day, Cheng Fei started a live broadcast to cook rattan pepper roast chicken, and fans finally discovered something was wrong.

[Is it my imagination? Why did Feifeizi become fat? 】

[It seems...a bit?]

[The chin seems a bit rounder, but it’s still beautiful, lick it~]

[Brother Jimei, wait a minute, I’ll go check out the anchor’s past videos]

Cheng Fei was massaging the chickens. He was wearing plastic covers with his hands and skillfully kneaded the seasonings into the chickens to add flavor. After kneading them one by one, he planned to roast four at a time and eat two each with Shao Tingfeng. Change.

Before doing this, he must have been at odds with the little cannon fodder, but now he is greedy and hungry.

During the process of killing the chicken, he accidentally glanced at the barrage, and saw the number of barrage suddenly exploded. He squinted his eyes and took a look, and his body suddenly froze.

On the barrage, there are films and films: [I am really fat!]

Fat, fat, fat, the word "fat" is all over the screen!

Cheng Fei almost didn't recognize the word. He took off his plastic gloves and turned them over, his expression becoming even stiffer.

[Comparing the video, Fei Zai’s face has become rounder at least twice]

[The arms are also fleshy]

[The collarbone is also...well, today's clothes are too conservative to see, but my x-ray vision can see through the phenomenon to see the essence, my collarbone is in danger]

[Sure enough, every food anchor cannot escape the fate of gradually becoming rounder (dog head) (dog head)]

[Is Fei Zai going to become a ‘fat boy’ now?]

When he saw the word "fat boy", Cheng Fei's eyebrows skipped a beat. He had never weighed more than 120 kilograms in his entire life, and he had an enviable thin physique. Usually, only others clamored to cut off the meat and give it to him evenly.

, I never considered that it could be linked to myself.

"You're the fat guy," Cheng Fei snorted coldly, "The anchor will never be fat in his life."

[Anchor, wake up, your face has gained at least five pounds of flesh!]

"Don't talk nonsense," Cheng Fei picked up the chicken in his hand, "This chicken only weighs five pounds."

[Okay, I’m exaggerating a bit, but don’t hide your complaints and avoid medical treatment. Take a snapshot of your double chin in the mirror]

[I put the comparison picture in the paradise, fat boy, go and have a look]

Cheng Fei was stabbed by the word "fat boy". After humming, he put the roasted chicken into the oven and then stabbed him into his anchor paradise in front of his water friends.

The top post is Jiugongge, which comprehensively records the screenshots he took nearly a month after he started broadcasting. The first seven pictures are all of his familiar appearance. The cheek lines are thin and smooth, and the chin is pointed and round, which is a good-looking arc, but once you turn to

The second to last picture, this delicate little face is so fleshy that it can be seen with the naked eye - it is a screenshot of his live broadcast today!

Moreover, it is from the angle of death from the bottom up. In the past, he was beautiful and plump from this angle, but now his slightly fleshy chin is vaguely visible. It is no longer beautiful and plump, but round and cute.

Seeing this screenshot, Cheng Fei's mentality collapsed. When he saw the last one, he almost lost his balance.

The last screenshot is a gif of what he said when he first started the live broadcast, with the text very thoughtfully annotated:

[It is impossible to be fat, even in this life. If I get fat, I will live broadcast women’s clothing. 】

The water friends in the live broadcast room almost laughed out loud when they saw this clicked gif.

【Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, which brother took the screenshot?】

[You’re so prescient, pass the cigarette to the boss!]

[Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, my mouth is almost crooked with laughter.

[This is what you said, fat women live broadcast! 】

[The 2-month anniversary of your live broadcast is coming soon, so hurry up and make arrangements]

What are these crazy people worth remembering in 2 months? Cheng Fei was stubborn and refused to admit that he had gained weight: "It's not fat, it's edema."
To be continued...