"I'm not a good kid like my brother. I don't know how many children my mother has. My brother may have been adopted because he was particularly good."

My brother is a person with an unusually good temper. He is smart, obedient, considerate, docile and cute. He was specially adopted back then, probably to satisfy his mother's psychological needs as a mother.

For a normal person, if you punch him, he will kick you back; he may spit and walk away, holding a grudge and retaliate later; or he may go directly to the teacher and file a complaint to seek justice. My brother is not like that at all. He will only respond when he is punched.

Face came over in shock and said some strange words: "Ozawa, what's wrong with you? Is there something on your mind? You have to tell me~"

"I have never seen any of the other brothers and sisters. I have never even heard of what they look like or what they are doing." Xiaolan used her sadness to bury her face in the pillow again. "I think

It's no use being cruel. I don't know them."

Sister Hehua touched Xiaolan's hair. "If you don't like being useful, just live well and enjoy life."

"Fortunately, you don't need me." Lan Ze turned over and revealed his face again.

Sister Hehua didn't say anything, she moved closer, aimed at his forehead, and kissed him.

Lan Ze suddenly sat up and pulled Sister Hehua up. He asked shamelessly: "Are you with me just to be useful?"

"Well, aren't we together for the sake of, um, the great harmony of the universe?" Sister Hehua asked calmly.

This seems to be true.

"Speaking of which," Sister Hehua patted his chest, "Where is your waist? Where is my brother Xiaolan, who has big breasts and a thin waist?"

The two of them looked down.

The breasts are still big. Fat people's breasts are never a problem. They seem to have expanded a little more than the original ones.

But the muscles in the waist and abdomen have been successfully condensed into a large mass due to the progress of Lanze's secret fat-increasing plan.

"You don't have to become a useful person, you just need to recover into a healthy person first. Wouldn't that look more handsome?"

The word handsome contains complex content. It contains human aesthetics and also represents certain values. Handsome embodies the trend of the times and embodies historical heritage. Sometimes handsomeness has nothing to do with health. Fat men in ancient times were also handsome.

.Legend has it that in that era, everyone didn’t have enough to eat. When they saw the fat man’s plump figure, men, women, old and young rushed over to grab him, touched his belly to get some luck, and exclaimed: “He’s so handsome!”

Lanze knew that Sister Hehua was not joking. In the environment where she worked, all she came into contact with were thin people.

However, he doesn't want to lose weight at all.

In order to increase his body fat rate, Lanze has made a lot of efforts. The unbearable weight of food is all accommodated in the stomach.

Because of his innate endowment, the muscles in his body have grown in the process of gaining fat, to the point where they can crack open stone. Now that body fat is used as armor, his body has begun to develop into a humanoid weapon.

Unfortunately, it's quite hot with an extra layer of armor.

xxxxxxxx

Lan Ze flashed into the bathroom and carefully shaved off the stubble that had grown overnight. He was especially careful not to let any fish slip through the net.

His beard is transparent when there are two strands at a time, so it is not easy to see. If it is densely packed, it is white. Just like the color of the polar bear's fur, a single strand is originally transparent, and when it is full, it is white; plus

Wild animals never use soap and shower gel to bathe. Well, the white bears have turned yellow.

After cleaning up, Lanze touched his chin and said hello to himself in the mirror: "Hey, what about the old man?"

After washing, Sister Hehua was ready to take him out for a run.

Zhang He couldn't stay at home for a few more days. Out of a noble sense of mission and a disdain for fat people, he wanted to help him lose weight before leaving.

"Shall we have breakfast first?" Lanze suggested.

"How can you exercise when you have something in your stomach?" Captain Zhang has common sense.

"Can't you exercise at home?" Lan Ze protested strongly.

"Running is a whole-body exercise, which is good for your overloaded cardiopulmonary function." Captain Zhang is sometimes very reasonable.

"You can run on a treadmill at home."

"It's too easy to get lazy on the treadmill." Captain Zhang can be very strict sometimes.

Unable to resist the Captain, Lanze went downstairs dejectedly.

Zhang He ran slowly in front, looking back from time to time; Lan Ze followed behind, bumping his steps carefully.

They walked under the big tree-shaped buildings, just like walking through the woods. Between the huge cylindrical trunks, there was a flat red brick road connected. There was a narrow rubber track on each side of the red brick road. The track.

Outside is a soft lawn. Various shrubs are planted here and there. It is late spring and early summer, and the flowers are in full bloom. The air is sweet.

It was early morning, and the air in the tall buildings and woods was cool and fragrant.

The sun shines on the face from the gaps between the units, and the spring breeze blows in the face.

Zhang He was in front, as light as a deer. He turned around and looked back at Lan Ze from time to time, without urging him.

Lan Ze ran very slowly, not because he was tired.

It's because if he moves even a little bit, it will be too hot under the normal outdoor temperature.

Now he is not running alone. He is running with thick body fat armor. This armor is all natural and tightly wrapped. The shape fits perfectly, but the heat dissipation is not good.

One person is a mecha.

Under such weight-bearing exercise, Lanze was sweating hard and thinking hard all the way: How to eat when he goes back to make up for the lost body fat.

After following Zhang He for only a short distance, Lan Ze shouted, "Go back!"

Captain Zhang did not agree.

The captain insisted on his principle and took him to complete the loop. Lan Ze was already sweating profusely.

I don’t feel too tired, just hot!

After returning home and taking a shower, Lan Ze hid in the studio.

"Xiaolan doesn't have breakfast?" Sister Hehua asked him from the air.

"Don't eat!"

"This is not good for your health!"

"……fine!"

"...Hey! You don't have to be in such a hurry. Lose weight slowly. Now come out and have a bite?"

"No..., you don't understand!"

"What don't you understand?"

"I have a problem!"

"Tell me about it."

"Do not want to tell you!"

Zhang He thought for a moment, poured a large glass of soy milk from the kitchen, and walked to the studio door while drinking.

The bastard locked the door, but it didn't bother Sister Hehua.

The door lock is powered by the battery inside the studio, and it is difficult to pry from the outside. However, there are too many ways to affect the circuit through air. To be simple, just find something to emit an electromagnetic pulse, and as long as the power is high enough, it can penetrate the shielding layer.

.

But that wouldn't be fun. It's better to start by guessing the password.

The password on the studio door used to be the Fibonacci sequence. Which number does it start from?

How will Xiaolan set it up today?

What is the hexadecimal code for white?

Damn, it’s such a big number, it must only be one or two. No, it’s not pure white. Xiaolan hates this color the most; if it has something to do with white, he will almost grow into one now... So...

Pick a special one, so...it's hard to calculate...

Sister Hehua only struggled with the type of white for a short while. With the mentality of trying it casually, she looked up the white hexadecimal code table with her bracelet and found the most likely color. After calculating for a while,

The password was transmitted from the wristband.
Chapter completed!