Peter Gingery lingered at James Black’s place until ten o’clock before James, finally, due to being busy, had to chase him away. When Peter left, he was still on his mobile phone, playing games while putting on his shoes, and kept talking about the game to Jane Sampson.

James Black, fed up, directly shoved him out the door and slammed it shut, then returned to pick up Jane Sampson’s mobile phone, grabbed her hood by the clothes, and dragged her into the bedroom.

"What are you doing! What are you doing!" Jane Sampson kicked her legs and grabbed the hood with both hands, but the next second, James threw her onto the bed, and she lay there straight and flat.

"You’re so violent!" Jane Sampson turned over and kicked James Black. When James turned to look at her, she quickly withdrew her foot and burrowed into the quilt, leaving only a pair of eyes to keep watching James’s expression.

"Played games all night without stopping," James Black criticized Jane, "Aren’t your eyes tired?"

Jane Sampson, not taking it to heart, shook her head and cheerfully replied, "Not tired! My eyesight is super good!"

Ignoring Jane Sampson, James Black brought the suitcase from the corner and asked which stuff Jane was planning to take tomorrow, ready to help with the packing.

Upon hearing this, Jane Sampson sat up immediately, like a director, pointing left and right with her delicate fingers, ordering James to pack the suitcase for her without moving herself.

She had been staying at James Black’s place for quite a while and had brought over many regular items from home, so she had to take them with her.

Once she saw James put the packed suitcase upright in the corner, Jane happily motioned to him, saying, "I think I might have gained some weight these past two days."

Spending every day in the dormitory eating and sleeping, Jane felt she must have gotten fatter.

James glanced at Jane’s waist, walked over, and lifted her from the bed, weighed her for a moment, and scoffed, "It’s so light; where’s the weight?"

"You can weigh someone just by holding them like that? I don’t believe it! Go get the electronic scale; let me weigh myself. Then when I’m on the film set, if I get fat, I’ll send you a photo, and you’ll have to prepare a gift for me!" Jane nudged James, urging him to put her down.

James furrowed his eyebrows for a while before nodding and complying.

Once Jane stood on the electronic scale, watching the numbers change for a few seconds, her heart tangled along with them.

A few seconds later, the scale showed the result, and Jane took a closer look, feeling full of disappointment.

She tugged on James Black standing next to her and snorted, "Gained eight liang, almost one catty."

"But it’s still not a full catty," James remarked.

Jane felt dissatisfied, stepped off the scale, waited a few seconds, and got back on, seeing the number hadn’t changed at all.

Her little face crumpled up, unhappy, "Soon, I’ll gain a full catty, so you can start preparing the gift!"

Jane stepped off the scale and pushed James onto it, watching the numbers climb quickly. For the first time, she looked at James with such envious expression.

Some can easily reach 100 on the scale, but with her can’t-get-fat physique, why is it so difficult?

"Once I’m on the film set, I’ll strive to eat five meals a day." Jane waved a hand in front of James’s eyes, then pulled him down from the scale, and stood back up on it herself.