Chapter 134

It was hard to imagine that such a strong-willed beautiful girl on the outside, still a high school student, had to hold a doll when sleeping.

"Torajiro..."

Aoyama Nanami hugged the doll in her arms tightly and called its name.

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

But Torajiro was one of Aoyama Nanami's most precious things.

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

To this day, Aoyama Nanami had long been accustomed to it; if Torajiro wasn't by her side when sleeping, she would find it hard to fall asleep.

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

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

As a result, because of Aoyama Nanami's budding dream of becoming a voice actor, she broke with her family...

Kitakami Yoru returned home, teased San-san for a while, then dragged out his yoga mat and began to exercise.

Feeling muscle soreness, he stopped and took a shower.

He took out the notes and textbooks Yukinoshita Yukino had given him and studied seriously.

Two hours later, Kitakami Yoru stopped writing, exhausted, and walked out lazily to lie on the sofa.

It was only afternoon.

He already felt bored.

Really, there was nothing left to do.

Making him play the games he used to like, staying up late every day to grind, he had no motivation at all.

In the past, he had always been playing games and scrolling through his phone, feeling that time wasn't enough.

"San-san, are you bored?"

Kitakami Yoru didn't understand cats, reached out, and touched San-san's head.

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

That morning, Kitakami Yoru, with a heart full of anticipation, excitedly leaned against the wall and stood on the scale.

The tenth day of summer vacation, about a quarter had 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 lit up rapidly.

Kitakami Yoru's breathing seemed to freeze, staring fixedly at his feet.

The number finally stopped at 198!

198 jin!

"The situation is good; I've already left the range of severe obesity and reached the moderate range."

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

Seeing the number, Kitakami Yoru wasn't too excited, but he encouraged himself.

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

98, let's just count it as one hundred.

He was over by seventy-five jin, counting as moderately obese.

Putting away the scale, Kitakami Yoru brushed his teeth and washed his face, then finished his empty-stomach aerobics.

Then he couldn't wait to enter the shower, strip himself naked, and check his figure.

Hmm...

It's bigger again...

Future girlfriends will suffer...

If she's as petite as Eriri...

No... that's not right...

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

His facial features had emerged a bit, still a bit chubby; after all, the face was the hardest to lose weight from.

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

This was good news.

The fat on his thighs that used to shake when he walked was significantly smaller.

Almost his whole body was shrinking.

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

Kitakami Yoru put on his clothes nimbly, looking at the person in the mirror as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Isn't that himself?

A burst of laughter came from the shower.

A few minutes later, Kitakami Yoru, having calmed down, ate breakfast.

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

He had the ten-times-return buff; there was no need to give money to the gym, right?

The next day.

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

He had chosen to rent a house nearby in the first place because of the landmark of the Takamatsu Domain Matsudaira Family Lower Residence ruins, a historic park.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Teien Art Museum was located within this beautiful park.

It was very suitable for running.

Kitakami Yoru simply chose to walk to warm up, walking all the way there.

It was only early morning.

The international metropolis of Tokyo had blown its busy horn.

Arriving near the park, the air was much fresher.

The warm sun shone down.

Kitakami Yoru walked into the park.

The trees were lush, the roads were flat and bright, and he could see some elderly people and children exercising.

After walking for a while, Kitakami Yoru found a bench and placed the bag he had brought with him there.

He took out his thermos, drank a small sip of water, and began warm-up exercises.

First, he did stretching to avoid muscle strain, then jumped around to activate his whole body's muscle groups, especially the calf area.

After warming up, Kitakami Yoru used the bench as a starting point, holding his phone in his hand, and began to jog.

The goal he set for himself was one thousand meters.

This distance was the most suitable initial running distance for a fat person and a beginner 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 massive weight.

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

Moreover, he was always being watched.

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

Now that he had lost a lot of weight, jogging alone was very comfortable.

After one or two hundred meters, Kitakami Yoru gradually felt his physical strength failing, and he was sweating slightly.

He left his bag where it was; he wasn't afraid of it being stolen, as it only contained his breakfast and thermos.

At five hundred meters.

Most of his physical strength was consumed, Kitakami Yoru reduced his stride frequency, and his breathing was completely disordered.

At seven hundred meters, he couldn't persist, so he switched to fast walking, gritting his teeth to hold on against the aching muscles.

He didn't stop until his phone's exercise software prompted him that he had run a full one thousand meters.

"Don't be impatient... hoo... take it slow..."

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