If flowers bloom, youth will naturally follow.

Little Fatty felt sore all over during the day and could barely walk properly. He was ridiculed by Wei Xiaobao and the others, who said, "This guy walks like a dog."

Little Fatty jotted down in his little notebook, “Supreme Treasure, Wei Xiaobao, Linghu Chong, and Tian Boguang are mocking me,” to report back later. He wasn’t in the mood for that now; all his thoughts were focused on how to protect his White Rabbit candy.

As they say, reading is always beneficial. Little Fatty got his inspiration from a martial arts novel during class. He noticed that the girls in the book who dressed as men usually wrapped their chests with silk, and his mind went blank.

He suddenly had an idea and decided to imitate her, wrapping his chest in cloth and running as well.

But finding suitable fabric stumped Little Fatty. Tearing clothes? How could he dare?

He shared his idea with Xia Tian at noon, and Xia Tian laughed: "Isn't that just a bra? Just buy one!"

"No! This is a matter of principle," Little Fatty said firmly. "Brackets and the like are women's clothes. How can men wear them?"

As a result, the weight loss program was forced to stop, and Ma Dongmei asked Xia Tian worriedly why she had stopped running after only one day.

"Mom, don't worry, there's just a minor technical issue. We'll continue reducing the weight once we resolve it," Xia Tian said, trying her best to protect her younger brother's dignity after being told not to tell anyone.

"You brat, stop pretending to be a ghost," Ma Dongmei said with a laugh, slapping her across the face.

Little Fatty was preoccupied with finding strips of cloth, and within two days he discovered the perfect prop.

When Little Fatty went to the funeral, he saw the mourning clothes given to his mother and had a sudden inspiration: these are the perfect strips of cloth!

Who in the countryside doesn't attend ten or eight funerals a year? Little Fatty's family has plenty of these mourning cloths; they could wrap a mummy's chest with them, let alone a breast.

Excitedly, Xiao Pang used a stomachache as an excuse to ask Ma Dongmei for leave, and dragged Xia Tian home. They rummaged through drawers and found the white cloth that she had put away.

It's perfect; the width and length are just right.

Summer took a strip of cloth of suitable length from the cloth, had Little Fatty take off his clothes, and helped him tie his two big white rabbits tightly together, making a pretty bow.

Little Fatty jumped up and down twice. Hey, it feels so good to be free of burdens. He clenched Little Fatty's fist: "Go for it, Xia Ziwei, you'll become as handsome as your dad."

Although he was a naughty child who often threw tantrums at his parents, he still admired his father very much.

He even decided that he would wear his chest wrapped like this to school from now on, so that at least he wouldn't look so clumsy when he walked.

However, the butterfly on the summer-themed dress needs some improvement; it's clearly visible even from the outside of the garment.

……

Having resolved their biggest concern, the siblings started a new round of running.

Little Fatty found that after resting for two days, he experienced excruciating pain again when he started running. However, after running continuously for a few days, his body gradually adapted, and the pain subsided.

Little Fatty has always been pragmatic; he tries his best to run as long as he can without feeling pain, and the distance gradually increased from 500 meters to 1,000 meters, 2,000 meters, and finally to 5,000 meters.

Little Fatty was sweating profusely every day. As the running distance increased, he couldn't keep up in the summer heat. The two of them had to wash their clothes every day. Little Fatty's secret could no longer be kept.

"Tian Tian, ​​why do you wash this thing every day?" Xia Dongmei asked Xia Tian, ​​picking up the piece of mourning cloth.

"Hehe," Xia Tian couldn't help but laugh, "Your son is too fat, his chest is too big, it rubs raw when he runs, so he came up with this trick himself, wrapping his chest with this cloth. Mom, just pretend you don't know, Xiao Bao'er doesn't want me to tell anyone."

"Hehe," Ma Dongmei chuckled, "Little Bao'er has made such a fool of himself. Don't you think it's inconvenient to be so fat?"

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