Everyone was waiting for my answer. My palms were sweating, and they throbbed with pain. I did not want to watch it. It was me at 18, and it was humiliating. It had been a horrible experience, and the memory of that living room only gave me chills. However, I nodded in the end. My voice was as rough as sandpaper. "Play it."The screen lit up, and I saw myself sitting at a table when I was 18 with an admissions letter in my hand. I was extremely thin then, and my school uniform sleeves were too short, revealing my thin wrists.My father pushed a document toward me. "Sign this, and we'll pay for your university."I lowered my head to look at the document header. 'Agreement to collect growth data.'I had to agree to let my parents use all of my recordings, medical records, academic results, and lifestyle records from childhood to adulthood for educational research, publications, talks, and courses. I shook my head. "This is my privacy."My mother smiled. "Your privacy? We gave yo
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