The Fat Transfer System

My decision to compete pushed the wave of online hatred to its peak.

Netizens were furious that I refused to respond, hide, or back down. My shamelessness infuriated them.

[Cecilia has lost her mind. That tiny body competing in competitive eating? She's desperate for attention!]

[Her streams always showed normal portions before. Suddenly eating that much could kill her!]

[Who cares? Trash like her deserves to choke on her own food!]

I smirked mockingly. The one who would die was not me.

As my reputation collapsed, Selina perfectly absorbed all my traffic.

Everyone now believed Selina was a truth-telling angel of justice. They regretted abandoning her for me and began supporting her with compensatory fervor.

To give Selina confidence, I started eating as little as possible.

Sure enough, with her appetite restored, Selina grew cocky again. She signed the MCN performance contract without even blinking.

After all, the contract only required her to win the competitive eating championship. With her appetite back, the title seemed like it was already in her pocket.

Soon, competition day arrived.

When Selina saw me, she froze. Her eyes quickly scanned the bead on my wrist before she blurted out, "Why haven't you gained any weight?"

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Can't help it. I just don't gain weight easily."

Her brow furrowed as she muttered continuously under her breath. "Impossible. Are there really people who don't gain weight..."

Watching her question her entire existence, I smiled faintly. Of course there were not. Fat did not disappear. It was only transferred.

When I thought about it, I had not seen Derek in quite a while. I wondered how his figure was holding up.

The competition began. All contestants could choose their preferred foods, with final scores based on total weight consumed.

Selina charged ahead and grabbed large quantities of vegetables, seafood, and other foods with low satiety.

I took my time, poured myself a cup of coffee, and sat down to watch her eat.

The commentator, who had clearly read about my scandal, said mockingly, "It looks like contestant Cecilia isn't ready yet. She's still working up an appetite!"

On the big screen, the livestream chat erupted again.

[I knew she was just causing drama! She can't eat that much but signed up anyway just for attention!]

[Everyone else is scarfing down food and she's over there sipping coffee like some kind of princess. Does she ever stop performing?]

[I don't want to see this fraud. Can someone kick her out?]

I ignored them and focused intently on Selina's plate.

Plate after plate of food disappeared into her mouth. She devoured everything in sight, leaving nothing behind.

After a full half hour, her eating pace finally began to slow.

I smiled. It was my turn.