Nobody knows I'm a fairy

The last student who was unconscious was Linghu Simei. At 1.6 meters, she seemed to weigh more than 100 kilograms. After entering A University, she was too fat to move around, so she was nicknamed Fat Woman by some naughty classmates.

Shen Muzhi originally thought that Linghu Simi's memory should be all about her body shape that was criticized by others, but she didn't expect that after entering the field of her memory, Linghu Simi turned into a living person.

Even if the memory is beautified by the host, the host's impression of himself will not be too biased.Shen Muzhi looked at the slender Linghu Simei, if it weren't for the two moles under her eyes, Shen Muzhi would not even be able to recognize that the girl who can hold her waist with two hands is the two hundred catty Linghu Simei.

Linghu Simei was wearing a high school uniform and walking on the road with her schoolbag on her back.The classmate next to her was bouncing towards her with an ice cream in her hand.

"Simei, do you want ice cream?"

"No, I want to lose weight."

Linghu Simei rejected her classmate's kindness without hesitation, straightened her skirt and continued walking home.

Suddenly she stood upright, and a boy wearing the same school uniform by the road stopped on the spot on a bicycle, with one foot on the ground and the other on the pedal, looking at Linghu Simi with a youthful smile on her smiling face.

There was a blush on Linghu Simei's cheeks, she grabbed the skirt of her school uniform and whispered: "Dai Xue, why are you here?"

The boy named Dai Xue had a smile in his eyes: "I'm waiting for someone."

Linghu Simi buried her head even lower, her long black hair was blown up by the wind, her palm-sized face was faintly visible, she was pitifully thin: "Yes...I..."

Before she finished speaking, a petite girl passed by behind her.The girl was wearing a school uniform on her upper body, and the skirt on her lower body was secretly cut short, exposing her fair knees.

"Dai Xue! It's been a long time~ I don't know who wiped off the blackboard newspaper I made yesterday. Teacher Wang asked me to draw it again."

She is Mao Yingxia, Linghu Simei's classmate. She has good grades, is petite and cute, draws well and can dance.During the gala, she wore a shimmering scale dance dress, revealing a round and small navel and a beautiful and thin butterfly bone on the back. Everyone was dumbfounded, and Dai Xue was also dumbfounded.

From then on, Linghu Simei started a hunger strike, eating only one piece of chocolate every day, in order to get closer to Mao Yingxia.

Mao Yingxia sat on the back seat of Dai Xue's bicycle very naturally, with one arm around his waist and one hand playing with his mobile phone, and took the time to raise his head to talk to Dai Xue.

After she appeared, Linghu Simei was like a supporting role suddenly shrouded in darkness on the stage. Under the shining beam of light, the heroine was galloping sweetly with the hero, while she was pushed aside, feeling sorry for herself in a corner where no one was paying attention.

When she got home, the smell of grandma's cooking in the kitchen made her frown.It's not easy for her to lose weight to what she is now. As long as she works harder, she is qualified to compete with Mao Yingxia to learn from Dai.

Her stomach was growling, the aroma kept eroding her taste buds, and her gastric juices were rolling violently.

Grandma knocked on the door: "Simei, why don't you eat something!"

Linghu Simi slammed the book on the door: "How many times have I said that! I won't eat!"

Grandma's worried voice seemed a bit long-winded: "You are not good for your health! Look at how thin you are!"

Linghu Simei said hysterically, "I won't eat, I won't eat, I won't eat!"

Grandma persuaded her for a long time, until finally her voice was full of tears: "Simei, I left food for you at the door, can you open the door to eat when you are hungry?"

Linghu Simei didn't answer, so grandma could only stagger back to the kitchen, mixed the leftover juice from cooking in the pot with the rice from the previous night, and gave herself a bowl of twice-cooked rice.

Linghu Simei stared at the door, she hated her father who left without saying goodbye, her mother who left early and came home late, her grandmother who was depressed, and this small and dark home.She pushed open the door and kicked over the dinner left by grandma at the door. The fresh soup flowed in this small home until it gathered at the weather-beaten floor tile at the door of the kitchen.

Linghu Simei sat at the desk with a pen in her hand, but she didn't finish her writing.Suddenly hearing a "boom" from outside the door, she turned her head abruptly.

She was still angry and jealous, and she was not in the mood to care about trivial matters at home.It was just a sound, maybe the winter melon accidentally fell to the ground.But she stood up and was about to open the bedroom door.

But the bedroom door couldn't be opened.Even if Linghu Simei tried her best, she couldn't push her away.She cried unknowingly, her heart seemed to be hollowed out, there was something she had to do, but it was stopped by the bedroom door.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" With a sound of violent impact, the debris on the ceiling sprinkled on Shen Muzhi's head like snowflakes.He stood in the corridor outside the bedroom, calmly blocking Linghu Simi's way.

At the other end of the corridor was Linghu Simmei's grandmother who had fallen to the ground.Because of the grease left on the ground, I accidentally slipped and fell, and my head hit the sharp corner of the cabinet, and my flesh and blood were already torn.She couldn't even cry out, but fell into the oil stain and looked weakly at Shen Mozhi at the end of the corridor.

Shen Muzhi knew that she was not looking at him, but was looking at the door of Linghu Simei's room through him.Shen Muzhi turned his head and stopped looking at the old man's face, he knew that this was just Linghu Simei's memory, the past that Linghu Simei wanted to change.Once she let go of her hand, Linghu Simi will continue to cycle through this memory.

After an unknown amount of time, the sky outside gradually darkened, and the eyes of the old man lying at the door of the kitchen finally lost their brilliance.The sound of a key opening the door sounded, and Shen Muzhi hid in the dark.

"mom!"

Accompanied by the woman's shrill screams, the entire space began to slowly collapse.Linghu Simei pushed open the door with tears all over her face, and watched her grandma kneel down at the kitchen door.

"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!"

"No matter how much I'm sorry that has passed, it's useless." In the gray space, Shen Muzhi said to Linghu Simi, who was still under the influence of memory.

"I have eaten a lot, I am no longer afraid of getting fat, but grandma can't come back..."

"Your grandma wants you to be kind to yourself, not to let you be yourself. She wants you to be healthy, not to make you redeem yourself the way you are."

Linghu Simei sat on the ground blankly thinking about Shen Muzhi's words, Yao Miaoqu and Zhang Zijia, who were in the same boat, kept comforting her.When she was finally able to communicate, sobbing, she asked, "Where are we?"

Shen Muzhi said: "I don't know the details. But I should be able to take you out."

Yao Miaoqu had doubts about the word "should": "In other words, you are not sure."

Shen Muzhi asked, "Do you dare to take a gamble?"

Yao Miaoqu had an unfounded trust in him, nodded and said, "Why don't you dare?"