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Blindly pursuing weight loss may seem effective on the scale, but it does nothing to actually lower one's body fat percentage.

It seems that to complete this task, I must seek the help of a professional.

However...

Zhang Yang looked at the task. Even if he could lower his body fat below the system's requirement and maintain it long-term, it would only guarantee 5 experience points per month at most.

Distant water cannot quench immediate thirst; this amount of experience is far from enough!

While focusing, Zhang Yang discovered a system prompt.

[Please, Host, keep up the good work and continue to actively seek suggestions from netizens. The system will adopt reasonable suggestions at its discretion to issue tasks.]

So that's how it is. The clouds parted to reveal the moon; Zhang Yang was instantly enlightened.

The key to everything lay in that initial, unintentional act. He immediately opened the Little Blue Book platform, looked at the countless comments and replies, and clicked on them.

"No follow-up?"

"Where's the guy's drive? It's been so long, any progress?"

"I thought I could play a game of 'raising a character,' but it looks like another one died out..."

"If you don't seek change, you'll remain mediocre forever. Goodbye!!!"

Zhang Yang slapped the screen to close the replies, ignored the nasty attacks mixed in with the polite private messages, and updated his topic directly.

[Listened to everyone's suggestions. Lost twenty pounds this month. Please take a look and feel free to offer more advice.]

Then, he uploaded his current status.

Compared to a month ago, his frame was a size smaller, and there was no sagging skin from the weight loss. At a glance, he looked like an average person with a well-proportioned build. In short, he was at least not unpleasant to look at, and the word "fat" no longer applied to him.

Zhang Yang was not a popular influencer, and no one was waiting around all day for his updates.

Therefore, there were no replies in the short term after the update. Zhang Yang wasn't in a rush; he was still immersed in the joy of earning ten thousand a day. Such a leap, from an ordinary office worker to earning ten thousand a day, was enough for him to digest for a good while.

After washing up, he lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, the 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 began its ten-thousand-yuan cashback.

Instantly, his heart was filled with pure, unadulterated joy.

He washed up, changed his clothes, and began his daily morning stair-climbing on an empty stomach as usual.

From the initial drive to complete the task a month ago to the current state where self-discipline had become a persistence—a habit—every step felt more solid beneath his feet.

"Chicken blood" style persistence cannot last long unless it is integrated into one's life.

After his morning fast, he prepared a nutritionally balanced breakfast: oatmeal, boiled eggs, a carton of milk, and a generous portion of fruits and vegetables.

"Since I'm earning ten thousand a day, there's no need to suffer. I'll swap the veggies for blueberries and the fats for nuts later," Zhang Yang muttered to himself while eating boiled broccoli.

Wouldn't cod or salmon be tastier than chicken breast?

He couldn't afford anything but frozen chicken breast before, but with his current income, it was time to improve his quality of life.

After breakfast, Zhang Yang called the Porsche center designated by the system to see if there were any cars in stock.

After providing his information, the dealership gave him a positive reply shortly after.

"Jet Black, right? Okay, I'll book tomorrow." Zhang Yang scheduled the time in advance. Today was Friday, so he would head over on Saturday morning.

As for the color? Jet Black was a classic for the Cayenne, very high-end and a perfect match for the car. He certainly had no complaints.

Around eight in the morning, the office was filled with the cheerful atmosphere of an approaching weekend.

"Zhang Yang, did you get a facelift?" Xiang Youde's eyes widened the moment he saw Zhang Yang, and he spoke bluntly.

Zhang Yang laughed it off.

Strictly speaking, it was indeed like a facelift, but the system was omnipotent; the effect of his skin tightening was indistinguishable from natural, and those medical aesthetic procedures couldn't compare to even a ten-thousandth of the system's work.

"I thought you looked old from losing weight yesterday, but it seems I spoke too soon," Xiang Youde said sourly.

In his eyes, Zhang Yang no longer looked like his former self. He was clearly a spirited young man with a well-proportioned figure—if not handsome, at least worthy of being called "not bad."

"Forget it, eating whatever you want is actually quite nice," Zhang Yang said, looking at the breakfast on Xiang Youde's desk: fried dough sticks, steamed buns, and a soda just taken from the fridge—a joy filled with carbohydrates.

Xiang Youde stared at Zhang Yang for a long while before silently returning to his work.

During a break, Zhang Yang got up to go to the restroom and happened to glance at the page Xiang Youde was browsing while slacking off. Looking closely, titles like "100-Day Fat Loss" and "Carb Cycling Diet" caught his eye.

He returned to his seat without a word.

"Going downstairs for lunch?" Zhang Yang asked.

"No, I ordered takeout," Xiang Youde said, his head down, sounding muffled.

"From where?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Supermodel Kitchen... hiss..." Xiang Youde clutched his stomach and got up to go to the restroom; it was unclear if his stomach was upset.

Not far away, Sister Liu and Bei Wei were whispering and laughing.

"I've run into a handsome guy in the elevator every time these past few days. Tall and handsome—could he be coming for you?" Sister Liu asked.

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

"So, what do you think? Not a bad impression, right? Oh, and he drives a Volvo, apparently. Xiao Song said it costs around five hundred thousand on the road. A young guy driving a car like that, his family background must be pretty solid." Sister Liu leaned in and whispered.

"Forget it, I'd rather find someone who can give me a sense of security, someone more grounded," Bei Wei said.

"Someone with a sense of security, someone grounded? We have those right here in the company. Aren't Zhang Yang and Xiang Youde exactly that? No need to look far when the answer is right in front of you," Sister Liu joked immediately.

"Oh, Sister Liu, how could you tease Brother Zhang and the others like that..." Bei Wei laughed, quickly tugging at Sister Liu's clothes.

Hearing the laughter not far away, Zhang Yang blinked.

Fine, so not being handsome equals having a sense of security, and grinding away at a desk job like a corporate drone equals being grounded, right?

He knew, of course, that they were just joking. Why joke like that? Because everyone knew he was the least likely option of them all.

Whatever, he was long used to such jokes.

"That was a massive dump," Xiang Youde said, limping over. "I really shouldn't have had that iced drink."

He sat down, tapped on his keyboard for a moment, then suddenly clutched his stomach and stood up again. "Zhang Yang, help me send this file, will you? I need to make another trip."

Zhang Yang sat in Xiang Youde's chair and accidentally opened his browser page.

"Losing a few pounds just from one trip to the bathroom? Good grief..."

The final day of the week felt incredibly long.

As evening approached, Wang Shijie came over to arrange the duty roster for Saturday.