Even though Fatso was a man, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, was the Almighty being too unfair?
Why did He make someone else so tall, handsome, and dashing while he himself was so fat, so...
Feeling vexed and bitter, Fatso thought, what's the use of being tall? What's the use of being handsome? Aren't you just a poor guy in a school uniform?
Consoling himself with these thoughts made Fatso feel a little better. Soon, it was his turn to get food. He said with a pleading face, "Auntie, I eat a lot, please give me a bit more, huh."
Seeing Fatso's appearance, the food-serving auntie said disdainfully, "You should control your diet with a body like yours."
After saying that, the auntie unceremoniously dumped half of the vegetables from the spoon, leaving Fatso's face twitching uncontrollably as if he had been slapped.
"Excuse me, classmate, could you make way? It's my turn," Qin Yu said politely with a smile to Fatso.
