As a high-quality talent with a superior IQ and an unparalleled face, Yan Hui was extremely distressed by his height of only 178 centimeters. Even though more than half of the girls in the class were secretly interested in him, they did not dispel his determination to become a 180-centimeter giant.
Putting a booster pad in your shoes, doing some tricks on your hair, and holding your chest and abdomen up while walking are all just deceiving yourself and others. There is no way to change the facts that can be determined with just one piece of steel.
He tried various methods from the inside out but could not fill the two centimeters as high as a mountain or as deep as the sea, so he had to put three proboscis kings on the bedside on a clear day and pray devoutly: "God, you are in vain if you don't give me height!"
Oh, no, this was Yan Hui's inner drama. In fact, he swallowed his saliva, and then prayed with tears in his eyes: "God, please reward me with two more centimeters. I am willing to be a cow or a horse for you."
Grandpa Tian: "No, heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as rotten dogs. You'd better be Wen Yuan's wife."
Wen Yuan: It's too vulgar, don't want it!
Purpose: Long life is no longer a beautiful fantasy, and eternal youth is no longer exclusive to gods and demons.