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"Gulp!"

Zhang Shouzhong could not help swallowing.

A little frightened, he said, "A-Ping, you... look a little terrifying right now. Not quite like... something from the world of the living."

"I'm asking whether I'm handsome." Zhang Ping fought back a laugh as he repeated himself, looking at Zhang Shouzhong.

Zhang Shouzhong nodded. "Yeah, handsome. Extremely handsome. So handsome you don't even look human."

He got up from the ground, reached out to pinch Zhang Ping's face, then lifted him to weigh him. Surprised, he asked, "Are you really Zhang Ping? You don't feel quite right, and you're lighter too."

"You even know how I feel?" Zhang Ping asked in surprise.

Could this fatty have been harboring improper intentions toward him all along?

Zhang Shouzhong said matter-of-factly, "My ability is Fat Technology. It not only lets me use fat energy to manufacture all kinds of technological products, but it also has some hidden traits. For example, when I see someone, I can tell their body fat percentage just by looking at them. At the same time, I can roughly tell how they would feel to the touch, as well as estimate their weight."

"So that's how it is. Then my proportions are off right now?" Zhang Ping said in realization.

"You can tell even that?" Zhang Ping asked in surprise.

This body was indeed vastly different from his original body. The simplest way to see it was to lift his shirt and look at his stomach. His original body had six-pack abs, but this body had a fair amount of fat, so the abs were completely invisible.

"Tell me, what strange ability have you awakened this time?" Zhang Shouzhong asked curiously.

He had mistaken it for some sort of clone ability, but he had just glanced around the turtle shell and