I clenched my fists and braced against the wall, forcing a smile.

"I'm not faking. It's just cramps. Am I not allowed to have period pain?"

With Nick standing there and the livestream still running, I couldn't do a thing. All I could do was swallow my rage and walk away.

But Nick refused to let me leave. Instead, he urged Tina to finish off the rest of the hamburgers.

"Don't pull stunts like this again. Consider this your lesson."

Back at the hospital, the doctor scolded me with barely contained frustration.

"Why are you binge-eating again? Do you have an eating disorder? I'm referring you to a psychiatrist."

I gave a bitter laugh. The truth was, I hadn't eaten properly in days. My stomach never felt empty. It was always full to the brim.

This time, the doctor refused to discharge me. I had to stay under observation and treatment.

For once, I listened. I remained obediently in the ward.

But a few days later, the familiar sensation returned. Tina was feasting again.

I opened her livestream and saw Nick by her side, taking her on a food tour. They had ordered every single dish the restaurant offered.

At the same time, a message popped up on my phone. It was from Tina.

[Shirley, Nick took me out of town this time. There's so much good food. I don't want to waste a bite.]

My chest burned with fury. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to fly to her side and tear her into pieces.

Then my eyes fell on the bottle of medicine the doctor had prescribed.

And suddenly, everything made sense.

The truth hit me so hard I nearly leapt from the bed in joy. At last, I understood why all this was happening.

Over the next few days, Tina continued streaming her food tours. Her name was spreading fast online.

People were astonished that she could eat endlessly, never purged, and yet her figure remained slim.

Other competitive eaters grew suspicious. Several challenged her, unwilling to believe it.

She accepted. In a few days, she would face off against a top-tier streamer with over a million followers.

In my past life, it was after that very competition that I died at home.

But this time, I lay back on my hospital bed, calm and content, focusing on my recovery.

The day of the match arrived. More than ten thousand viewers flooded into the livestream.

Before Tina sat ten massive rice cookers, each brimming with freshly steamed rice.

She lifted her bowl, ready to eat, but her face twisted in discomfort. She set her spoon down, unable to continue.

Across from her, the rival had already begun.

"Sweetie, hurry up!" Nick urged, panicked. "He's already eating!"

Tina forced a smile, nodded, and tried again. But halfway through, she clutched her stomach and doubled over.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Nick asked anxiously.

Before she could answer—before the eyes of ten thousand live viewers—Tina let out an explosive fart.

The next moment, a foul stench filled the air, and she collapsed on the floor, unconscious.

Watching the chaos unfold, I laughed until my cheeks ached.

Soon after, Nick's call came through, his voice trembling with rage. "What did you do?!"

I smiled. "Why don't you take a guess?"