"Only five thousand!" Song Jia raised two fingers, making a bunny shape.
"Good use of the word 'only.' Five thousand isn't a small amount, you know. You don't have to pay for meals, and you don't need to buy clothes or anything. It's only the twelfth today, and you've already spent that much?"
"I'm troubled too." Song Jia looked somewhat panicked. "I spent it all on snacks. My appetite this past month has terrified even me. It feels like no matter how much I eat, it's never enough, and I don't even gain weight."
"Snacks?" Wang Lan's expression suddenly turned grave as he grabbed Song Jia's wrist.
"I've been checked, and not just at one place. My body is fine—very healthy, and all my trace elements are normal. The doctors don't know what's wrong either; they eventually guessed it might be puberty. And... my strength has increased a lot recently.
