Ji Ting sprang up from the bench, covered the ear that had been pinched, and stared at him indignantly.
[Why did the Tasmanian devil tug my ear?]
Ji Yanzhi gave a teasing laugh and stepped forward. "You dare glare at me?"
Ji Ting took two steps back and solemnly picked up his tablet. [I looked it up earlier. One hundred grams of chestnuts contains 214 kilocalories. With the white sugar and cooking oil used in roasting, you consumed approximately 7,000 kilocalories in total. If you don't get a suitable amount of exercise today, you'll gain at least 1.2 kilograms.]
After typing that, an idea struck him, and he drew on what he knew about Tasmanian devils during their heat period. [If you gain weight, Lu Yanchu will laugh at you the next time he sees you.]
The amusement vanished from Ji Yanzhi's face, and his cold eyes narrowed. "He'd dare laugh at me? Not even if I lent him eight times the nerve."
Childish provocation might not work on elementary schoolers, but with Ji Yanzhi, it hit him square between the eyes.
After delivering that threat, he started walking slowly around the garden. By the second half of the circuit, he had gradually broken into a jog.
The house actually had not only a fully equipped gym but also a private swimming pool. Exercising in either would have been far more efficient than jogging here. But Ji Ear insisted on following the doctor's instructions and making him walk slowly. He was hopelessly inflexible.
After the first lap, Ji Ting held up his tablet to tell him how many calories he had burned. Ji Yanzhi snapped, "Yes, you're so good at math."
By the time he came around on his second lap, dawn was breaking, and Ji Ting had fallen asleep