Chapter 123

It is hard to imagine that such a strong-willed beautiful girl outside, who is still a high school student, needs to hold a doll when sleeping.

"Torajiro..."

Aoyama Nanami hugs the doll in her arms tightly and calls its name.

If this scene were to get out, Aoyama Nanami would probably be laughed to death.

But Torajiro is one of Aoyama Nanami’s most precious things.

When she was a child, it was handmade by her late mother to accompany her when she slept alone.

To this day, Aoyama Nanami has long been accustomed to it; if Torajiro is not by her side when she sleeps, she will find it difficult to fall asleep.

Her family runs a traditional doll shop, making geisha dolls.

Her talent and level are very high, and she is regarded by her stubborn father as the family successor because there are no other siblings in the family.

As a result, because of the voice-acting dream that sprouted in Aoyama Nanami, she broke with her family...

Kitakami Yoru returns home, teases San-san for a while, then drags out the yoga mat and starts exercising.

When he feels muscle soreness and swelling, he stops and takes a shower.

He takes out the notes and textbooks Yukinoshita Yukino gave him and studies seriously.

Two hours later, Kitakami Yoru stops writing in exhaustion and walks out lazily to lie on the sofa.

It is only afternoon.

He feels bored.

Really, there is nothing left to do.

Even if he plays the games he liked before, staying up late to grind, he has no motivation at all.

In the past, he was always playing games and scrolling on his phone, feeling that time was never enough.

"San-san, are you bored?"

Kitakami Yoru doesn't understand cats, reaches out, and pets San-san on the head.

Time passes rapidly, and another week passes in the blink of an eye.

This morning, Kitakami Yoru, with an expectant mood, excitedly leans against the wall and stands on the scale.

The tenth day of summer vacation, about a quarter has passed.

He climbed out of bed early in the morning, without brushing his teeth or washing his face, wanting to see his weight.

The numbers on the scale light up rapidly.

Kitakami Yoru’s breathing seems to freeze, staring dead at his feet.

The number finally stops at 198!

"The situation is not bad; I have already escaped severe obesity and reached the moderate range."

"I can try to go out and find a simple job."

Kitakami Yoru doesn't get too excited after seeing the number, but he encourages himself.

For his height, the normal standard weight should be 115-125.

98, let’s count it as one hundred.

He is 75 pounds over, counting as moderate obesity.

Putting away the scale, Kitakami Yoru brushes his teeth and washes his face, then finishes his fasting aerobic exercise.

Then he can't wait to enter the shower room, strip himself naked, and check his body.

Hmm...

It’s bigger again...

Future girlfriends will suffer...

If she is as petite as Eriri...

No... that’s not right...

The excess flesh on his fair face that would appear when he smiled is gone.

His facial features have emerged a bit of a contour, still a bit chubby; after all, the face is the hardest to slim down.

The waist and abdomen that were like a water tank during the field trip have changed from a cannon to a bird, becoming a water bucket.

This is good news.

The chubby flesh on his thighs that used to shake when he walked is significantly smaller.

Almost his whole body is getting smaller.

"With this weight, I can already change my exercise method."

Kitakami Yoru puts on his clothes nimbly, looking at the person in the mirror as if waking from a dream.

Isn't that himself?

A burst of laughter comes from the shower room.

A few minutes later, Kitakami Yoru, who has calmed down, eats breakfast.

Teasing San-san, who has just woken up, he starts to formulate his advanced weight-loss plan.

He has a ten-times-return buff, so why bother sending money to the gym?

The next day.

Kitakami Yoru goes out, carrying a sports messenger bag containing his sandwich breakfast, a water bottle, and a towel to wipe sweat.

He chose to rent a house nearby in the first place because of the landmark of the Takamatsu-han Matsudaira family’s lower residence ruins.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Teien Art Museum is located in this scenic park.

Very suitable for running.

Kitakami Yoru simply chooses to walk to warm up and walks all the way there.

It is only early morning now.

The international metropolis of Tokyo has blown the horn of busyness.

Arriving near the park, the air is much fresher.

The warm sunlight shines down.

Kitakami Yoru walks into the park.

The trees are shaded, the roads are flat and bright, and he can see some elderly people and children exercising.

After walking for a while, Kitakami Yoru finds a bench and puts the messenger bag he brought with him there.

He takes out his thermos, takes a small sip of water, and starts warming up.

First, he does stretching to avoid muscle strain, then jumps and jumps to activate the muscle groups of the whole body, especially the calf area.

After warming up, Kitakami Yoru takes the bench as the starting point, holding his phone, and starts jogging.

The goal he set for himself is 1,000 meters.

This distance is the most suitable initial running distance for a fat person and a novice like him.

In the past, it wasn't that Kitakami Yoru hadn't run at school.

Every time, he was the last one; others ran, he could only walk fast.

Once he accelerated, his knees couldn't support his huge weight.

His lung capacity wasn't good either, and it would hurt quickly.

Moreover, he was being watched at all times.

Falling to the end, he would think about accelerating to keep up, but his stride frequency was inconsistent, his breathing was irregular, and he consumed more physical strength.

Now that he has lost a lot of weight, jogging alone is very comfortable.

After one or two hundred meters, Kitakami Yoru gradually feels physically exhausted and slightly sweaty.

He leaves the messenger bag on the spot; he isn't afraid of it being stolen, as it only contains his breakfast and thermos.

At five hundred meters.

Most of his physical strength is consumed; Kitakami Yoru reduces his stride frequency, and his breathing is completely disordered.

At seven hundred meters, he can't hold on anymore, so he switches to walking fast, gritting his teeth to endure the sore muscles and move forward.

Until the phone’s sports app prompts him that he has run a full 1,000 meters, he stops.

"Don't rush... hoo... take it slow..."

"Adapt for seven days first, then add 500 meters!"