The Pretty Big Sister Who Invited Me to Dinner

Arm circles, side-step stretches, alternating squats with knee touches, bent-over mountain climbers, jumping jacks...

"Pant, pant—"

Sweat soaked through his quick-drying shirt, and his heart rate soared to 130 beats per minute.

Tang Song felt his entire body burning, his muscles trembling uncontrollably.

He had kept up this routine, called the "30-Minute Sweat-Inducing Fat Burning Exercise," for five days already. The overall intensity was moderate, making it perfect for his current condition.

"Beep beep beep—" The countdown ended.

The moment he relaxed, Tang Song dropped flat onto the yoga mat, not even wanting to open his eyes.

The sound of his pounding heartbeat filled his ears.

After resting for a while, Tang Song pushed himself up and picked up his mobile phone to turn off the timer.

Then he saw two unread messages.

Xie Shuyu: "WeChat transfer 5,000.00. Please accept it."

Xie Shuyu: "This is the final payment for the project. The Mini Program turned out great."

Seeing the messages, Tang Song couldn't help smiling. He replied, "Received. Thank you very much!"

As a fairly skilled programmer, he occasionally took on freelance work to earn some extra money.

Xie Shuyu was a quality client Lu Ziming had introduced to him. She ran a local chain coffee brand.

Most of her coffee shops were located in areas packed with office buildings, and corporate group orders made up a large share of the business.

Previously, orders had all been placed through WeChat groups, after which store employees handled delivery.

As the business expanded, mistakes and omissions became frequent, and keeping track of everything was especially troublesome.

To provide a better user experience, Xie Shuyu wanted to create a Mini Program to make the entire ordering process smoother. It could also occasionally run marketing campaigns such as raffles and coupon giveaways.

That was not difficult for Tang Song. He happened to have a ready-made frontend template on hand, and the final quote was 10,000, with 50% paid in advance.

Everything went smoothly. It officially launched in March and had already been in use for half a month.

"Ding—" A WeChat notification sounded.

Xie Shuyu: "You've worked hard these past few weeks. Are you free tomorrow at noon? I'd like to treat you to a meal."

Tang Song took a deep breath and quickly replied, "I haven't been working overtime on weekends lately, so I'm free."

Xie Shuyu: Yanbin Restaurant.map

Xie Shuyu: "I've sent you the location. See you tomorrow. Oh, and remember to accept the money."

Tang Song: "Sure, see you tomorrow."

After replying and accepting the 5,000 Renminbi transfer, Tang Song's heartbeat refused to slow down.

Xie Shuyu was probably the most outstanding woman he knew, even more remarkable than the White Moonlight who had gotten into Imperial Capital University.

At thirty-two, she had built herself up from nothing into someone with a net worth of tens of millions. She lived in a large villa and drove a BMW.

More importantly, she was equally outstanding in appearance—tall and sexy, with fair, smooth skin and refined, striking features.

No matter where she went, she was the center of attention.

No one could possibly dislike a Big Sister who was beautiful, wealthy, and cultured. Tang Song was naturally no exception.

He had occasionally fantasized about winning her favor, skipping ten years of struggle, and living off a rich woman with dignity.

Of course, the old him knew his place. He only dared to think about it in private.

Tang Song still remembered her fashionable, elegant figure when they first met to sign the contract.

He also remembered how awkward and inferior he had felt at the time.

Standing in front of Xie Shuyu back then, he had been nothing but a genuine toad lusting after swan meat.

He dressed casually, had an overweight body, and stammered when he spoke. He kept his head lowered the whole time, only daring to sneak glances from the corner of his eye.

It was a hurdle in his heart. Whenever he thought of it, his face would burn with embarrassment.

Now that the game assets had descended into reality, his life had undergone a complete reversal.

Tang Song wanted to improve Xie Shuyu's impression of him and get over that hurdle in his heart.

Building confidence was also one way to increase his charm rating.

With that thought, Tang Song opened Little Red Book, intending to ask the netizens for advice.

First, he checked the post he had made earlier.

52 likes, 3 saves, and 74 comments.

The data was very real. It had not blown up, but it had still gained a certain amount of attention.

It had to be said that transformation content had a stable audience base. Even a complete amateur like him could get decent exposure.

Tang Song thought for a moment, then created another post.

The main image was a comparison photo from before and after his weight loss. He also uploaded his daily fat-loss meals and exercise volume.

He came up with an especially eye-catching title: Listening to Advice Transformation, Day 6: A Goddess Suddenly Wants to Treat Me to Dinner!

Body: Thanks for everyone's previous advice. I've lost 7 jin so far, and I'm still working hard! But tomorrow I'm having dinner alone with a goddess. I hope to make some quick changes and leave a good impression on her. Where do you think I should start?

Topics: #AmateurTransformation #ListeningToAdvice #Transformation #Comeback #Men

After clicking publish, Tang Song let out a breath.

He took a quick shower and changed into a fresh set of clothes.

Slumped on the sofa, he watched fitness videos from Misses on Little Red Book while waiting for the netizens' suggestions.

More than half an hour later, Tang Song opened the post he had just published again.

Perhaps the title was good. In less than an hour, it had already received over 200 views and nine comments.

Some praised his discipline and perseverance, while others offered suggestions.

One newly posted comment caught his attention.

Yao Yao Ling: "I came over from your previous post and left a like! I can tell you're a very sincere person, and your execution is also excellent. You have quite a few issues, but if you want immediate results, start with your hairstyle and clothing. By the way, what are your height and weight? I can recommend something for you."

Tang Song opened Yao Yao Ling's profile, and his eyes lit up.

She had over a thousand followers, and her dozens of posts were all about makeup, styling, and outfits. She looked very professional.

After casually following her, Tang Song immediately replied, "Thank you for the encouragement and support! I'm 180 centimeters tall and currently weigh 86.5 kilograms."

A reply came from her within minutes.

Yao Yao Ling: "(#DogHead) Whenever a guy claims he's 180, we default to assuming he's under 180. Add that weight, and Mm, yeah, you really are fat! Try a windbreaker jacket, sweatpants, and canvas shoes. They can hide the flaws in your body shape. Hair directly affects a person's image. Go to a better salon and have Tony design a hairstyle for you. Your hair length is pretty good—you could try a Micro Layered Cut. Get your eyebrows trimmed too. Keep it up! Outfit reference.jpg"

Yao Yao Ling's reply was very thoughtful. Not only did she give detailed suggestions, but she also included a reference image at the end.

A black windbreaker jacket, a white inner layer, black cuffed pants, and light-colored canvas shoes.

It looked layered and clean, while also doing a great job of hiding weight.

As for the wildly popular Micro Layered Cut, he had naturally heard of it. Quite a few students at his university had gotten that hairstyle too.

Tang Song touched his hair. It really was time to take proper care of it.

From childhood until now, he had never really put much effort into his hairstyle. This time, he could give it a try.

He checked the time. It was almost ten o'clock.

Tang Song quickly got up and turned off the lights, going to bed on time.

The night was cool as water, and his breathing gradually steadied.

Tang Song had a long dream. In it, he had become someone else entirely.

He wore a dark custom-tailored suit, tall and straight-backed, without an ounce of excess fat.

His features were handsome, and his skin was clean and fair.

He stepped out of a Rolls Royce and stood before Xie Shuyu. His fine black hair fluttered gently in the wind. Their gazes met, and he reached out to wrap an arm around her slender waist before kissing her deeply.

In the darkness, Tang Song turned over, a happy smile appearing on his face.

"Buzz—" The mobile phone on the bedside table vibrated.

"China Merchants Bank: Your account ending in 6800 received 200.00 Renminbi at 03:11 on April 8."