The weight loss craze increased by 5.4%.

"What about when you have a dinner party? You can't fake it, can you?"

"Just eat normally when you have a get-together."

"Eat when others are watching you, and don't eat when they aren't watching you."

What Anru didn't tell the other person was that after the dinner party, as soon as she got home, she started eating grass again. Looking at the table full of unsalted lettuce, she mooed and started eating.

"Then where is the joy in your life?" the specially admitted student couldn't understand.

"In the envious gazes of others? In the lust for power? In the approving eyes of those you like?"

Do you think I enjoy eating bland, watery meals every day, like an ascetic diet to lose weight?

"Beautiful things always come at a great price, but it's all worth it."

"Pang, I hope you can maintain a slim figure. Your work ability is excellent, but your appearance will affect my elegance."

"With your casual physique, how can anyone believe that you are meticulous and serious in your work?"

"Don't let me down."

“If necessary, you can take some diet pills.”

"I've heard that diet pills can cause organ failure and heart disease," the specially admitted student said worriedly.

"I know."

"But if you're always so fat that nobody likes you, what's the point of living?"

"Compared to elegance, death is a small matter."

"If you can't meet other people's expectations, you are a worthless person."

"I'm doing this for your own good. Is it better to live a life of obesity and constant scorn, or a short but elegant life?"

"Have you ever had a truly brilliant moment in your life?"

Are you content to spend your whole life playing second fiddle to others?

"When girls see you, they'll all think: 'That fatso.'"

"When boys see you, they'll all laugh at you, saying you must be weak and short."

"Actually, the choice has always been in your own hands."

"Besides, isn't it because you can't control your eating that you need to resort to diet pills? I'm just giving you an option."

"If you can control yourself, of course you don't have to eat it."

"If your weight continues to fluctuate next month, I will fire you."

"I don't need an employee who can't even control their weight."

That day, Pang once again lost control of her diet. Thinking about the consequences of losing her job, she gritted her teeth and ordered diet pills.

He couldn't sleep that night.

I gagged more than ten times that night.

The weight gain craze at the start of the school year and the subsequent weight management have drawn St. Mary's into a weight loss craze.

The cafeteria has set up a weight loss window, which is specially designed to serve low-fat meals.

Boiled egg whites, unsalted lettuce, boiled oats, and chickpeas.

Less salt and less oil, one bite and I feel like life has lost all meaning.

Shilan's ideal figure is not the simple, unattractive one.

A woman's slim figure requires firm skin and flesh, without any fleshy appearance—this requires low body fat and strict dietary control.

For men, being lean requires a balance of low body fat and a suitable amount of muscle.

The aristocracy demanded of themselves and everyone around them the physique of a model.

When the specially admitted students first entered the university, their relatively poor living conditions allowed them to barely meet the minimum requirements of the nobility.

However, once they arrived in Santria, with its dazzling array of food, their physical problems became immediately apparent.

They are not used to controlling their diet and find it even harder to resist the temptation of being surrounded by a wide variety of foods every day, yet unable to eat a single bite.

Almost every night, the nobles would hold parties all night long.

Popular students admitted through special admissions programs will also be invited.

There's never a party without a variety of delicious foods.

However, the nobles would always just sit in a corner of the sofa with their wine glasses, sipping their drinks or dating the beauties beside them.

It's as if they've lost all worldly desires and have completely abstained from grains to become immortals.

The special admission students, who had been dieting excessively, were invited to a party wearing tight-fitting dresses. While drooling inwardly, they tried to suppress their cravings and talk to the nobles to distract themselves, but their eyes kept glancing at the braised pork knuckle, ice cream, and cupcakes next to them.

Even the beautifully muscular arms of the nobles looked like chicken legs, and one wanted to take a bite.

Some frivolous nobles suggested that they might need their help to divert attention—

They led the person to a room on the second floor.

To those specially admitted students who refused, the nobleman smiled and tossed them a packet of powder: "How about this method then?"

The special admission student, driven mad by prolonged and severe hunger, watched helplessly as he headed towards utter ruin.

The once fair-skinned beauty has become emaciated and withered.

His teeth were all gone, his eyes bulged out, and his eyeballs looked like they had been squeezed out, making him look like a zombie.

Finally, when they get tired of it, they are ruthlessly discarded, turning into monsters that are neither human nor ghost, tormented day and night by their frenzied addiction.

"If you can't even give up food, how can you expect to overcome drug addiction? Isn't that ridiculous?"

On one side is a cesspool teeming with demons and monsters;

On the other side, Lin Xue was genuinely studying diligently.

Although he certainly disliked being confined to the classroom, imprisoned in his seat, and attending classes all day, when he searched online:

What is life like for ordinary people?

The answer is: This is how most people spend their youth.

Therefore, Lin Xue, who longed to experience the life of an ordinary person, decided to fully experience this painful yet sweet college life.

The day before classes officially started, Lin Xue logged onto the official website to check her schedule: the academic affairs office had arranged the courses.

This semester, the course schedule is particularly tight because the general courses need to be taken in the first few months, and the grades will be used as the basis for major selection.

Lin Xue, who had worked as a child laborer since childhood to exorcise evil spirits and had little experience of normal life, felt a sense of disappointment:

It turns out that youth isn't about cherry blossoms, school festivals, and snowball fights like in Japanese anime; it's about endless classes, endless homework, and endless exams.

The official website not only has the class schedule, but also the date of the midterm exam.

They treat students like livestock, leaving them no free time at all.

On the last night before classes started, Lin Xue was alone in her dormitory, looking out the window.

Across from the dormitory building, a few bored special admission students were setting off fireworks to celebrate the start of classes the next day. They held sparklers and drew trails in the night sky.

Fireworks falling from a tall building landed right on the heads of pedestrians passing by on the ground.

The pedestrian's hair instantly turned into an afro.

The specially admitted students screamed and ran away again.

In the end, only that unfortunate pedestrian was left standing there cursing.

At the beginning of the school year, the council assigned students to different grades based on their usefulness to the nobility.

Class F is filled with the atmosphere of the weak and those who try to get by by being cute.

The tutor also fits the F class's vibe perfectly; he's a kind, harmless old man with a big beard named Fred Woods.

During the first class meeting, the counselor asked everyone to come up to the stage and introduce themselves in front of all the classmates.

"We're going to be living together for three years, so it's better if we get to know each other first!"

"There's no need for that. Anyway, I'll be promoted soon and won't be in Class F anymore."

Are you all willing to stay in Class F?

Voices of opposition could be heard from among the students.

He was a blue-haired boy who looked arrogant, with flamboyant hair, visual kei clothing, and his face covered with various nails, looking like an underground musician.

Lin Xue felt that his next sentence was "YO!" and he would spontaneously break into a freestyle.

Woods was quite embarrassed: "At least, it's never a bad thing to make more friends."

“Shillris Wolff, is that your name?”

"Since you've been assigned to Class F, it means you must be facing some difficulties. Why not seize this opportunity, unite everyone's efforts, and work together?"

The blue-haired boy, Searrie, said dismissively, "Why should a wolf associate with a sheep?"

"I'm not here to make friends, I'm here to study and graduate."

“From now on, we will be rivals and enemies. There’s no need to pretend to be friends now, or we’ll end up tearing each other apart. That would be so ugly.”

"How can you talk like that?" A resilient little white flower stood up.

"We are all F-level special recruits, the kind of people who are looked down upon and bullied by everyone. Shouldn't we get along even more harmoniously?"

"That's just your opinion. I don't want to get along with you guys." The blue-haired boy said, then stood up and walked out of the classroom.

"Hey! Where are you going! Skipping class will cost you credits!" Woods shouted at the door.

The blue-haired boy suddenly strolled back from outside: "I suddenly needed to pee."

"But you didn't go to the toilet."

"After standing up and walking a few steps, I felt better again."

Although the pleasant atmosphere was broken by the troublemaker, everyone eventually introduced themselves.

However, the words of that blue-haired boy did indeed leave a shadow in everyone's hearts:

Although they were classmates, they looked down on each other and refused to submit to each other.

Maybe everyone else is secretly looking down on me too.

Although I was assigned to a new class, I don't like it here at all.

I will leave here someday.

All the students in Class F were thinking the same thing.

However, Lin Xue is already in their class.

Many people are secretly calculating how much benefit they can gain from this resource.

Perhaps I could offer a love letter delivery service?

In this way, one can establish connections with the nobility and curry favor with them.

When it was Lin Xue's turn, he gave a few perfunctory and dismissive remarks, only to find that everyone's eyes were fixed on him.

That look was like an ordinary person suddenly bumping into a big star on the street, thinking about how to maximize their profits by taking photos, getting autographs, and then selling the photos on a second-hand platform.

After Lin Xue finished speaking, the tutor smiled and smoothed things over, saying, "Big star, all the students already know you."

He seemed to be trying hard to be humorous, but what he said wasn't really funny.

Lin Xue hated the way people looked at her as if she were a resource.

It's as if you're not a person, but just a tool for others to gain connections and benefits.

A useful springboard.

Lin Xue gave a polite smile to support the tutor who wasn't good at talking, and then went straight back to her window seat in the second-to-last row.

This seat offers a great view of the scenery outside the window and allows for close encounters with the birds.

And sometimes, if you sneak off for a little while, you won't get caught.

A youth spent in the precious years of school, yet unable to concentrate in class, is a soulless youth.