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Focused solely on losing weight, he might see the number on the scale go down, but it wouldn't help lower his body fat percentage at all.

It looked like he'd need to seek professional help to complete this task.

But...

Zhang Yang looked at the task. Even if he managed to get his body fat below the system's required level and keep it there long-term, he could only guarantee five experience points a month at most.

That was nowhere near enough to solve his immediate problem!

As he focused, Zhang Yang noticed a system prompt.

[Please keep up the good work, host. Continue actively seeking advice from netizens, and the system will consider adopting reasonable suggestions when issuing tasks.]

"So that's how it is." The clouds parted, and Zhang Yang suddenly saw the light.

The key had always been that thoughtless act of his back then. He immediately opened the Little Blue Book app and glanced through the countless comments and replies, then casually tapped one.

"Are you just gonna leave us hanging?"

"Where's your follow-through, man? It's been ages. Any progress?"

"I thought we'd get to watch a makeover story, but it looks like we've watched another one die..."

"If you refuse to change, you'll stay mediocre forever. Goodbye!!!"

Zhang Yang snapped the replies shut. He ignored several vicious attacks mixed in among the more tactfully worded private messages and went straight to updating his post.

[I took everyone's advice and lost twenty pounds this month. Tell me what you think, and feel free to leave more suggestions.]

Then he uploaded a photo showing his latest condition.

Compared with a month ago, he was a lot slimmer, and his face showed no loose skin from losing weight. At a glance, he looked like an average, well-proportioned person. In short, he no longer looked bad, and there was nothing about him that could be called fat.

Zhang Yang wasn't a popular blogger, and nobody was waiting around all day for his updates.

So after he posted, there were no replies for the time being. Zhang Yang wasn't in a hurry, either. He was still basking in the joy of earning ten thousand a day. Going from an ordinary wage earner to making ten thousand a day was such a leap that it would take him a while to wrap his head around it.

After washing up, he lay down and fell fast asleep.

The next morning, his five o'clock alarm rang as usual. Zhang Yang opened his eyes, got up, and immediately checked his account balance.

Sure enough, at midnight every day, the system deposited ten thousand yuan.

A wave of joy swept through him.

After washing up and getting dressed, he began his usual morning stair climb on an empty stomach.

At first, he'd been driven by the need to finish his task within a month. Now, he'd turned self-discipline into a commitment, a habit. Each step felt firmer beneath his feet.

A burst of motivation couldn't last forever unless he made it part of his life.

After his morning fasted workout, he soaked some oats, boiled a few eggs, and added a carton of milk and plenty of fruits and vegetables. A balanced breakfast was laid out on the table.

"Now that I'm making ten thousand a day, there's no need to suffer like this. I should swap the fruit and vegetables for blueberries and get my healthy fats from nuts." Zhang Yang muttered to himself as he ate boiled broccoli.

Wouldn't cod or salmon be a much tastier alternative to chicken breast?

He'd only been able to afford frozen chicken breast before, but with his income now, it was time to improve his quality of life.

After breakfast, Zhang Yang called the Porsche Center designated by the system to ask if they had a car in stock.

Once he gave them his details, the dealership quickly confirmed that they did.

"Black Jade, right? Great. I'll book for tomorrow." Zhang Yang made an appointment in advance. It was Friday, so he'd go in on Saturday morning.

As for the color, Black Jade was a classic Cayenne shade—elegant and a perfect fit for the car. He had no complaints.

A little after eight in the morning, the office was filled with the cheerful mood of an approaching weekend.

"Zhang Yang, did you get a facelift?" Xiang Youde's eyes widened as soon as he saw him. He didn't mince words.

Zhang Yang laughed it off.

Strictly speaking, it did count as a facelift, but the system's powers were extraordinary. His loose skin had disappeared completely, leaving him looking as though he'd never been overweight. The results of cosmetic surgery couldn't hold a candle to the system's work.

"Yesterday, I thought losing all that weight had made you look old. Guess I spoke too soon," Xiang Youde said sourly.

Zhang Yang no longer looked anything like he had before. To Xiang Youde, he was now a spirited young man with a well-proportioned build. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he certainly didn't look bad.

"Come on. There's nothing wrong with eating what you want." Zhang Yang glanced at the breakfast on Xiang Youde's desk: youtiao, steamed buns, and a soda he'd just taken from the fridge. It was a carb-loaded feast.

Xiang Youde stared at Zhang Yang for a long while, then silently went back to work.

During a break, Zhang Yang got up to use the restroom and happened to catch a glimpse of the page Xiang Youde was browsing on the sly. A string of headlines caught his eye: "100-Day Fat-Loss Challenge," "Carb Cycling for Weight Loss," and so on.

He returned to his seat without saying a word.

"Want to get lunch downstairs?" Zhang Yang asked.

"No, I ordered delivery." Xiang Youde didn't even look up as he replied glumly.

"From where?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Supermodel Kitchen... Ugh..." Xiang Youde clutched his stomach and got up to use the restroom. Maybe something he'd eaten had upset his stomach.

Not far away, Sister Liu and Bei Wei were chatting and laughing in low voices.

"Every time I take the elevator these past few days, I run into this handsome guy. He's tall and good-looking. Think he's after you?" Sister Liu asked.

"Don't ask me. How would I know?" Bei Wei lowered her voice.

"Well, what do you think of him? He seems nice. And I heard he drives a Volvo. Xiao Song said it costs around five hundred thousand yuan on the road. For a young guy to drive one of those, his family must be pretty well-off." Sister Liu leaned in and said.

"Forget it. I want someone who makes me feel secure, someone dependable," Bei Wei said.

"Someone secure and dependable? We have two right here at the company: Zhang Yang and Xiang Youde. No need to look far!" Sister Liu teased.

"You're awful, Sister Liu. How can you joke about Zhang and Xiang like that..." Bei Wei laughed and hurriedly tugged at Sister Liu's sleeve.

Hearing the laughter nearby, Zhang Yang blinked.

So not being handsome made someone feel secure, and working hard with your head down like an ox made you dependable, huh?

He knew they were joking. Why joke about him that way? Because everyone knew he was the least likely option of all.

Never mind. He was used to being teased like this.

"I took a huge dump." Xiang Youde came back, limping. "I knew I shouldn't have had a cold drink."

He sat down and typed for a while, then suddenly clutched his stomach and got to his feet again. "Zhang Yang, send that file for me. I need to go again."

Zhang Yang sat down at Xiang Youde's desk and accidentally opened the page in his browser.

"Does going to the bathroom really make you lose a few pounds? Good grief..."

The last day of the workweek dragged on.

Toward evening, Wang Shijie came over to assign the staff who would be on duty Saturday.