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The Chubby Rich Daughter's Counterattack

She choked to death after drinking a mouthful of cold water. Was there anything more unlucky than this? Of course, there was! When she reopened her eyes, she found herself transmigrated into a three-hundred-pound fatty. Not only was she fat and round, but she also had a palm-sized black spot on her body. She looked down at the layers of swimming floats on her body and swore to exercise and lose weight. She had just lifted her leg when she collapsed to the ground. This time, she was prepared to go on a diet and lose weight. When she heard the earth-shattering rumbles from her stomach, she held herself back. She had not eaten for three days, but she realized that she had only lost one tael. She instantly broke down. Sensing that something was wrong, she checked and realized that she had been poisoned. As a descendant of a family that practiced traditional Chinese medicine, this was a small matter. With acupuncture techniques in her hands, why would she be afraid of a little poison? Before she could succeed in losing weight, the scumbag canceled their engagement and her stepsister came to provoke her. 'It's fine. Staying calm is more important. What? Does he dare to call me an ugly pig, a fat woman, a fatty? This is intolerable!' With her acupuncture skills, she was able to detoxify the poison and become beautiful. Using her competence, she managed to face-slap everyone and lose weight while torturing scum. After accidentally rescuing a chronically ill uncle, he turned out to be her scumbag ex-fiance's uncle. She smiled maliciously and said, "Uncle, you should give yourself to me in return for rescuing your life!" When she saw the scumbag again, she said warmly, "My good nephew, call me Auntie." Persona: Song Jiaren: Vengeful for the smallest grievance, naughty, and cheeky. Yan Cheng: Two-faced, strong, patient, and cunning.

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Cleaning Duty

Editor: Henyee Translations

Song Jiaren looked at the problem on the blackboard that was clearly beyond their current learning range and knew who Liu Meifeng was targeting. The students could also guess. They weren't worried at all and were all watching the drama because they knew that Liu Meifeng definitely wouldn't call on them.

This was obviously targeted at Song Jiaren.

As expected, Liu Meifeng's gaze landed on Song Jiaren. She said, "Then let's invite Song Jiaren to answer it."

Song Jiaren propped her head with her hand and laid on the table. She didn't stand up but looked up at Liu Meifeng and said, "If I can't answer, I'll take a week's worth of cleaning duty. If I can, what will you give up?"

Liu Meifeng threw the book in her hand on the podium and said, "I'm your teacher. Isn't it normal for me to ask you questions? What do I have to give up?"