The boss of the apocalypse accidentally came to another world and became a fat girl from a noble academy. It's better to be fatter, it's better to be fatter, this is a peerless beauty in her aesthetic! I wanted to eat and drink quietly, wear the colorful clothes she liked, beat up the gangsters who bullied the weak and fear the strong, and watch the drama of four men fighting for one girl next door.
But who can tell her why the arrogant young lady who was originally dismissive of her could not be chased away like a follower?
(The protagonist is very fat in the early stage, but will lose weight in the later stage)
Ps: This article has a bit of an ancient puppy blood element, a primary school student's writing style, and a country bumpkin's experience. Enter with caution.
Intention: After passing through difficult times, the road ahead is long and bright.