A fat man who was reborn from the dead? He transforms into a perfect male god in a week.

Five days later.

Saturday, 6:00 AM.

The streetlights at the entrance of Jiangcheng No. 3 Middle School were still on, and fine rain was falling in the orange glow.

An old Volkswagen Santana was parked next to the guardhouse, its hood trembling slightly, and the windshield wipers were swishing intermittently.

Pan Zhenhua sat in the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the school gate.

There was a thermos and a bag of steamed buns with meat filling on the passenger seat, still warm.

"That brat, we agreed to meet at six o'clock..."

He muttered to himself as he took out his phone, just about to make a call, when he saw a figure walking quickly towards him through the rain.

I didn't bring an umbrella.

But he walked with ease, as if the raindrops were circling around him.

A figure approached and opened the passenger door.

Good morning, Teacher Pan.

Jiang Chen sat down, his body dry, not even a strand of hair was wet.

Pan Zhenhua was taken aback: "You...didn't get wet?"

"Runs fast."

Jiang Chen fastened his seatbelt, picked up the thermos, and opened it to find steaming hot soy milk.

"Teacher Pan, can I eat the steamed buns?"

"Eat, eat, eat!" Pan Zhenhua snapped out of his daze, started the car, "I bought these especially for you, meat buns, two yuan each, I usually can't bear to eat at this price."

Jiang Chen took a bite: "Mmm, delicious."

The windshield wipers continued wiping as the car drove out of the school gate and headed towards the coastal city of Binhai.

Jiang Chen sat in the passenger seat, eating breakfast while his mind wandered.

[Statistics of the No. 3 Middle School Library's collection: 1247 volumes of literature, 863 volumes of social sciences, 591 volumes of natural sciences, 206 volumes of arts... totaling 3017 volumes.]

[Read all 3017 books.]

When Jiang Chen closed the last copy of "Outline of Art History of Dongda University" last night, he even felt a sense of disorientation.

That's it... all done?

The Third Middle School has accumulated over three thousand books in its forty-year history.

He finished it in forty days.

On average, more than seventy books per day.

No, excluding the time he spent participating in various competitions and contests, the actual time he spent reading books was only about twenty days.

Therefore, he reads more than a hundred books a day on average.

While the students in the next class were still struggling with the first chapter of "Five Years of College Entrance Examination and Three Years of Simulation," he had already gone through all the content from undergraduate to introductory graduate level.

It's not just "seen", it's "photographic memory + deep understanding".

In a world with an IQ of 200, things just don't make sense.

……

"Jiang Chen."

Pan Zhenhua spoke for a while, then suddenly asked, his tone deliberately relaxed, "Are you confident about this year's New Concept Writing Competition?"

"have."

How confident are you?

"100%".

"..."

Pan Zhenhua was silent for two seconds, his lips twitching. "Can't you be a little more humble?"

"If I'm being modest, you won't believe me." Jiang Chen took another bite of his bun. "If I tell you the truth, you'll think I'm faking it."

"I don't think you're faking it!" Pan Zhenhua raised his voice. "I'm just... concerned about you! I'm worried you're under a lot of pressure!"

I'm not very old.

"So you mean I'm under a lot of pressure?"

"It does look quite big to you."

Pan Zhenhua was speechless for a long time before finally managing to stammer, "...Your mouth really needs to be taken back to the womb and remade."

Jiang Chen didn't respond, swallowed the last bite of the bun, and screwed the lid of the thermos onto the cup.

Outside the window, the rain had stopped sometime ago.

The eastern horizon began to lighten, and in the gray-blue morning light, the outlines of the distant mountains gradually became clear.

Pan Zhenhua glanced at Jiang Chen.

The kid leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, I don’t know if he was resting or thinking about his essay.

But his expression was as calm as a stagnant pool.

It wasn't a forced calmness; it was genuine... he didn't take this competition seriously.

Pan Zhenhua suddenly felt at ease.

Also.

He won first prize in all four subject competitions at the provincial level, broke records in the school sports meet, and also won first place in the English speech contest.

How could a Chinese composition competition possibly stump him nowadays?

Why are you worrying about this?

……

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Binhai International Airport Terminal 2.

Pan Zhenhua parked his car in the long-term parking lot, carrying a luggage bag in his left hand and clutching two plane tickets in his right, following behind Jiang Chen like a little follower.

This was the first time in his life that he had taken students on an airplane.

It was also his first time flying.

His expression was as serious as if he were handing over the nuclear button.

"Jiang...Jiang Chen," he swallowed, "this plane...is it stable?"

Jiang Chen glanced at the massive wings outside the window: "Pretty stable."

"What...what if it falls down?"

"Teacher Pan," Jiang Chen turned his head and looked at him seriously, "you teach Chinese, so you should know the term 'jinx' (a jinxed word)."

Pan Zhenhua immediately shut up.

Jiang Chen walked ahead, carrying his backpack. He was 1.83 meters tall, wearing a white shirt and black casual pants, looking neat and tidy.

Passing travelers couldn't help but take a second look.

A young girl dragging a carry-on suitcase stared at Jiang Chen for five seconds before bumping into the luggage cart in front of her with a "thud".

"oops!"

Pan Zhenhua covered his face.

This kid is a troublemaker wherever he goes... cough cough, he's a heartthrob.

……

The plane took off at 9:40.

Two hours later, the clouds outside the porthole gradually dispersed, revealing a dense cityscape below.

The tall buildings are like chopsticks stuck in the ground, densely packed and stretching as far as the eye can see.

A turbid river meanders through the city center, spanned by several bridges, with traffic flowing like ants.

The river was wide, more than ten times wider than the small river in their Jiangcheng.

Pan Zhenhua was pressed against the porthole, his face almost touching the glass.

"My goodness... Is this Shanghai?"

He muttered, "There are so many buildings! How many floors are there? Seventy or eighty? A hundred?"

Jiang Chen also looked out the window: "The tallest one is called Shanghai Center, 632 meters tall, 127 floors."

How did you know?

"I've read it in a book."

Pan Zhenhua remained silent.

He suddenly realized that his student was not only good at studying and sports, but also good-looking, and even had very high standards.

compare to.

His homeroom teacher, who brought him to the competition, seemed to be of no use except for his age.

……

At noon, the plane landed at Shanghai Airport.

As Jiang Chen stepped out of the cabin, he was greeted by air that was completely different from that in Jiangcheng.

Humid, warm, with an indescribable urban feel.

This is Shanghai.

The second largest city in Tokyo, a giant melting pot of 30 million people.

Pan Zhenhua followed behind Jiang Chen, looking up at the crisscrossing corridors and transparent glass curtain walls above him, feeling completely dizzy.

"This airport is at least a hundred times bigger than our Jiangcheng bus station..."

Jiang Chen glanced at the map on his phone: "Teacher Pan, go this way and take a taxi to our destination."

"Taxi? How much?"

"To the Hong Kong-adjacent Centre, it'll cost about 150."

"One hundred and fifty?" Pan Zhenhua's eyes widened. "Let's take the subway! The subway is cheaper!"

Jiang Chen looked at him: "Do you know the way?"

Pan Zhenhua: "…………"

Three seconds later.

"Driver, to the Harbourfront Centre."

……

The taxi sped along the overpass.

Pan Zhenhua pressed himself against the car window, like a country boy visiting the city for the first time.

"Look at that building, it even has a garden on top!"

"That's an office building."

"That river must be the Huangpu River, right? It's much wider than the main river in our Jiangcheng!"

"Um."

"What's that round building? And why is there a hole in the middle?"

"Bottle opener".

"what?"

Jiang Chen pointed to them and said, "These three buildings represent a bottle opener, a syringe, and an egg beater—the three essential items of Shanghai."

Pan Zhenhua paused for five seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing: "You young people are quite apt in giving Lou a nickname."

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror and chuckled, "The teacher brought students to participate in the competition, right?"

"Oh right, the essay competition, the New Concept Writing Competition."

"That's a national competition!"

The driver gave a thumbs-up, "Everyone who comes to compete is a talent! Good luck, young man!"

Jiang Chen nodded: "Thank you, Master."

Pan Zhenhua stood tall beside him, even more pleased than if he himself had been praised.

……

1:30 PM.

The taxi was parked at the entrance of the Harbour Centre.

This is one of Shanghai's iconic buildings, with its soaring silver-gray glass curtain wall and a huge electronic screen at the entrance displaying the following:

[Opening Ceremony of the 18th New Concept Writing Competition Semi-Finals...Hong Kong Centre, 3rd Floor Auditorium]

Pan Zhenhua tilted his head back, his neck almost breaking.

"Wow, this building is way more impressive than our school's teaching buildings..."

A large crowd had already gathered at the entrance.

They gathered in small groups, carrying laptop bags or canvas bags. Some wore black-rimmed glasses, some had their hair tied in a ponytail, and some had the slightly long hair typical of artsy young people.

Their faces practically screamed those three words...

I am very strong.

"Goodness," Pan Zhenhua muttered under his breath, "They've gathered all the best writers among the high school students in the country."

Jiang Chen glanced at it.

indeed.

The temperament of these people was completely different from the ones he had seen in the competition examination room.

Students competing in math, physics, and chemistry competitions have eyes that are sharp and say, "I'm the best problem solver in the world."

And these people have eyes that say, "If you can't understand my writing, it's because you're not sophisticated enough"... How should I put it, they deserve a beating.

"Let's go." Jiang Chen took the lead.

"Jiang Chen, wait for me!"

Pan Zhenhua quickly followed.

……