Chapter 3
Eating something in the morning is like a snack. The advantage is that you won’t be too hungry to control yourself at lunch time.
In the school cafeteria, students line up in an orderly manner in front of the window, and the class teacher strolls nearby.
Song Youran was in line in front of Yang Xu. After getting her meal, she took her tray and sat down in the corner by the window. Yang Xu followed her and put the tray on the table.
"I'll give you a lion's head." Yang Xu picked up the soup bowl.
Song Youran shook her head: "Eat it yourself."
He smoothed out the rice that had clumped together on the plate, then used chopsticks to draw two lines horizontally and vertically on the plate to divide it into four areas. Each time he finished eating the rice in an area, he completed his meal. Eating a serving of rice gave him four times the satisfaction, and his stomach almost felt deceived.
"One is enough for me." Seeing that Song Youran didn't stretch out his chopsticks, Yang Xu put down the soup bowl, picked up the meatball with a fork and was about to put it into Song Youran's plate.
"I don't want to eat." Song Youran blocked Yang Xu's chopsticks.
Yang Xu was unhappy: "I haven't eaten yet, what are you complaining about?"
Song Youran frowned: "The teacher is watching."
Yang Xu took back his chopsticks and bit into the meatball: "Is that woman seriously ill?"
Song Youran couldn't deny it: "She thought I was sick."
When you are young, your stomach is small, so eating less is not a big deal, and you won’t feel that life is difficult. There are always new and interesting things around you, which distracts your attention and you gradually forget about being hungry.
As he grew up, his body functions gradually improved. He liked running and jumping, and he secretly wanted to grow taller. So his stomach became a bottomless pit, clamoring every moment. Especially in the past two years, he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it anymore. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed in tears. However, Xie Xueruo said that this was the price.
He just wanted to eat his fill, but the price he paid was starvation.
You can’t add more dishes to the cafeteria, but you can add more rice. He was so hungry, and the opportunity was right in front of him, so he couldn’t miss it.
At first, he was as cautious as a thief, but later he found that no one mind his behavior of adding more rice, so he felt relieved and went to add more rice every time.
That period was the only happy time in his life so far - he learned to pile up the rice on the plate into a small mountain, learned to soak the rice in soup when there was not enough food, learned to burp after eating to show his joy, and learned to wear loose clothes to cover his bulging belly... He thought that such good days would last forever, and he did not notice that every time he returned to the table to get more food, the head teacher's face behind him became more and more worried.
Xie Xueruo came to the villa to find him and asked him to close the door.
What important things need to be said behind closed doors?
Neither of them sat down, like two opposing stakes.
Xie Xueruo took out her cell phone: "Your class teacher sent me a message." She pulled up the chat history and showed it to him.
[You Ran's mother, Song Youran's appetite is a bit exaggerated now. I don't mean any harm, I'm just worried about him.]
[I hope you can take him to the hospital for examination as soon as possible to avoid delaying his health]
The head teacher suspected that he had hyperthyroidism, and in order to prove his point, he sent several photos of him holding a dinner tray.
Song Youran clicked on the photo and saw herself happy from another perspective.
What a happy thing it is to have a full stomach!
There was a bit more rice on the plate, enough for him to eat two meals.
The light from the phone screen illuminated the corners of the boy's mouth, which were raised high. Xie Xueruo frowned: "Don't you realize how serious the mistake you made is?"
Song Youran didn't care: "Is there anything wrong with eating enough?"
Xie Xueruo pushed him to the scale: "Get on."
Song Youran leaned forward with her hands on the wall, her feet motionless. "I don't know how to weigh it!"
Xie Xueruo ignored his protest: "Go up."
Song Youran was anxious: "Mom, I was wrong. I will definitely change in the future."
But regret came too late. Xie Xueruo turned a deaf ear and said, "Go up."
Every grain of rice eaten and every bowl of rice added became a burden on the body and a mark of malice on the scale. Song Youran gained five kilograms.
Xie Xuerou didn't scold him, but directly gave him a punishment: "You are not allowed to eat dinner until your weight is restored."
"mom!"
Song Youran held onto the corner of Xie Xueruo's clothes. He knew that as long as Xie Xueruo left the room, the chef would not prepare dinner for him until he regained his weight.
"I'm still growing," he said, trying to sound pathetic. "I can't starve."
Xie Xueruo turned her head to look at him as if he were an inanimate object.
He swallowed hard and tried to defend himself: "...I only gained five pounds. Many people in my class are fatter than me."
Xie Xueruo pulled the hem of her clothes out of Song Youran's hands: "They can be fat, because they are not Song Youran. Are you Song Youran?"
"But I..." Song Youran's eyes blurred. She wiped them with her hand and cried out in pain and suppressed pain, "Mom, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"
I don’t want to be hungry anymore and I want to live a good life. Why is it so difficult?
Xie Xueruo ignored his cries, held the door lock with her hand, and said before going out: "You won't die. In order to survive, you will regain your weight."
Yes, he would try to regain the weight in order to survive.
There was a rope tied around his neck, and the other end of the rope was held in Xie Xueruo's hand.
Song Youran sat on the ground, his hands covering his face. He wanted to curse, to wail, to scream desperately, but he clenched his teeth tightly until his mouth was covered with blood...
He had long disliked the picture frames on the wall, so he took them down and threw them on the floor. He pushed the vase off the low cabinet, turning it into a pile of shards. He then broke the window glass and smashed a hole in the door... The entire room was like a raging wind, shattering. The people in the villa heard the huge destruction and ran to watch. The familiar faces were filled with surprise, confusion, and disbelief. He stood before them all, hands on his hips, and told them all: This is what happens when you anger me!
Hahahahahahahahahahaha!
He gently put down the dictionary he had held high. He didn't even dare to throw a dictionary on the ground. He was a waste!
Look! The picture frame is hanging on the wall, the vase on the low cabinet is intact, the glass is not broken, and the door is still a door... Everything is fine, except him.
The unexpressible emotions turned into oil film seeping out of the pen tip, leaving circles, lines, crooked, twisted and messy black lines on the white paper.
Why why why why!
He was the only one hurting in the whole world.
The tip of the pen scraped the paper, and the thread in my heart suddenly snapped. The pen in my hand turned into a sharp butcher knife, hacking at the pure and flawless white paper one after another. Blood flowed all over the ground, and corpses were scattered everywhere...
No one knew that there was a big hole in his heart, and the cold wind was blowing in - he squatted on the ground with red eyes, picking up the scraps of paper, stood up and was about to throw them away, but there was a person standing at the open door. He felt dizzy, and he didn't know how long this person had been there or how long he had been looking.
With a crack, the crack started from the top of his head and spread all the way down to the soles of his feet. The character he had worked so hard to create -
"Collapsed? What collapsed?" Yang Xu put down his chopsticks with a mouthful of food still on the plate.
Song Youran knew he wouldn't eat anymore, so she looked away and said, "Nothing."
Most of the students had the same habit as Yang Xu. Even if their stomachs could still hold more food, they would leave some food on their plates. They thought it was shameful to eat all the food.
Yang Xu cupped his cheeks, watching Song Youran eat in small sips. Thinking of how embarrassed Song Youran was when she was hiding behind her desk and shoving food into her mouth, he smiled and sighed, "You eat more gracefully than a girl."
Song Youran thought Yang Xu was getting impatient, so she said, "Why don't you go first?"
"No hurry, I'll wait for you." Yang Xu said with a smile, looking at Song Youran eating, then shaking his head and looking around.
Most of the boys had left, leaving a few scattered girls sitting around. Another girl stood up, carrying her plate to the recycling area. She had a slender figure, waist-length hair, and her hair danced in the air as she walked.
Yang Xu knew who she was.
Once, she entered the classroom from the back door and passed by Song Youran's desk. The end of her hair accidentally brushed against the pen in Song Youran's hand, leaving a thin strand of hair on the pen cap.
Song Youran tucked her long black hair into her book. Her deskmate Yang Xu saw her and grabbed her neck, asking, "Is the class beauty's hair nice to touch?"
Song Youran didn't deny it: "Of course the princess's hair is nice to touch."
"Wow, you called her a princess!"
Since she is the class beauty, she must be good-looking and talented. Not only is she liked by many people in the class, she is also a celebrity in the school. However, Yang Xu did not expect that Song Youran, who does not like to socialize with others, also likes her and even calls her princess.
The princess is high and mighty and lives in a castle. There is a circle of toads surrounding the castle. They stretch their front legs and wave them in the air, shouting to the princess who is leaning against the window: Look at me, look at me, look at me!
Song Youran was different from them. He was tall and thin, with thin muscles on his forearms. Every time the flag was raised, he stood at the end of the team, smiling faintly at the short and stocky people in the front row, like a king looking at his subjects.
Of course, Yang Xu was not his subject, nor was he a shorty. He was only slightly shorter than Song Youran, just as short as his little finger.
"I heard that the princess won't take the exam for a foreign language anymore."
Song Youran paused with her chopsticks, raised her head and asked Yang Xu, "What do you mean?"
Yang Xu leaned over the table and whispered, "The princess's father had an illegitimate child, and her mother found out. She wants to divorce her and plans to take her back to Jiangbei after she finishes her graduation exams. She'll definitely study there in the future."
"Jiangbei?" Song Youran seemed to be thinking about something.
"Yes, there's a theme park opening in Jiangbei. I went there for a couple of days and recommended it to you. Did you go?"
Song Youran lowered her eyes: "I have tutoring to do, so I don't have time."
Xie Xueruo kept a close eye on him and wouldn't let him go out casually.
Yang Xu pouted, "Your family is too strict with you." Not wanting to upset Song Youran, he brought up another matter. "You know the sports committee member of Class 3, the dark-skinned one? He insists on going to Jiangbei to study. I think he's a toad wanting to eat swan meat. But there's no point in him staying. With those grades, he won't even get into Experimental School of Foreign Languages."
Song Youran said, "I think Jiangbei is pretty good."
Yang Xu's heart trembled. After the princess's story spread, many boys said they wanted to accompany the princess to Jiangbei. Everyone was laughing and joking, not taking it seriously, but Song Youran was not a person who liked to joke.
Yang Xu asked tentatively: "You don't think what I think, do you?"
Song Youran didn't say anything.
Yang Xu's voice grew thicker. "Song Youran, don't be foolish! Jiangbei sounds nice, but it's actually quite desolate. The last time I went there, it took me four hours to get there and back. Just imagine, if you went there to study, you'd be exhausted."
Song Youran nodded: "I can live on campus."
Yang Xu was stunned: "Are you serious?"
Song Youran put down her chopsticks and said, "I want to give it a try."
Try to leave the house, try to get rid of Xie Xueruo's sight, try to go outside and stand in the sunshine...
Yang Xu was speechless: "...Is the princess that important?"
Song Youran smiled and said, "She is the sun."
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