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

The following day was Saturday.

The monthly holiday starting on April 1st has just begun.

Jiang Chen had already made all the plans.

I've been spending the last few days in the school library, finishing the remaining third of the books in one go.

He's really addicted to reading books now.

The exhilarating feeling of "reading ten lines at a glance, remembering everything, and gaining a deep understanding" is even more exciting than playing games or watching blockbuster movies.

Especially after my IQ surpassed 200, reading professional books became as easy and enjoyable as reading comics.

As a result, my phone rang at 6:30 in the morning.

Jiang Chen glanced at the caller ID; it was his mother, Wang Xiulian.

"Hello, Mom?"

"Son, it's your monthly day off today, right? Hurry home, we need to go back to the countryside."

Wang Xiulian's voice was filled with excitement.

Jiang Chen was taken aback: "Going back to the countryside? Why the rush?"

"Today is April 1st, and the Qingming Festival is almost here! We need to go back to visit our ancestors' graves and sweep their tombs."

Wang Xiulian explained, "And it just so happens that you're on your monthly leave, so the timing is perfect."

Jiang Chen then remembered that the Qingming Festival was indeed approaching.

During traditional festivals at Southeast University, ancestor worship and tomb sweeping are major events.

"You were already in a tough senior year of high school, so we didn't plan to let you go back."

Wang Xiulian continued, "But you've changed so much this time, and your studies have improved so quickly. Your father and I both believe it must be the blessing of our ancestors in heaven!"

Jiang Chen: "..."

"Look, you got full marks in the monthly exams twice in a row, won first place in four provincial competitions, and even made the newspaper!"

Wang Xiulian became more and more excited as she spoke, "If it weren't for the blessings of our ancestors, how could things have gone so smoothly?"

"So we have to go back as a whole family to burn more paper money for our ancestors, kowtow more often, and ask them to bless you so you can pass the college entrance exam in June and get into Tsinghua or Peking University!"

Jiang Chen was both amused and exasperated.

However, he also understood his parents' feelings; the older generation always believes in these things.

Besides, it's been almost two months since he was reborn, and he hasn't been back to his hometown to see his grandparents and maternal grandparents yet. He really should go back and visit them.

"Okay, I'll go back now."

……

Jiang Chen returned home at nine o'clock in the morning.

Wang Xiulian and Jiang Jianguo had already packed their things and were waiting for him.

"Son, hurry up, change your clothes and we're leaving." Wang Xiulian handed him a clean set of casual clothes.

Jiang Chen glanced at the beat-up Volkswagen Santana parked downstairs... It had been driven for six or seven years, and half of the paint had peeled off, but his parents couldn't bear to replace it.

"Dad, can this car still be driven long distances?" Jiang Chen asked, a little worried.

Jiang Jianguo patted the hood: "Don't worry, this old buddy is very reliable! I even drove it to the provincial capital last year, no problems whatsoever!"

Jiang Chen: "..."

Okay, whatever makes you happy.

The family of three got into the car, and the beat-up Volkswagen sputtered to life as they drove towards their old home in the countryside.

……

The distance from Jiangcheng to my hometown isn't far; it takes about an hour and a half by car.

On the way, Wang Xiulian kept talking:

"Son, when you see Grandpa and Grandma later, if they say you've lost weight and wonder if you're studying too hard or under too much pressure in your senior year of high school, just say you're not studying hard or under much pressure. Don't let them worry too much, okay?"

"Your grandma loves you the most. Every time I went back home before, she would secretly slip you money. She'll definitely do it again this time."

"By the way, your aunt might be here too. If she says something nasty, just ignore her. I'll handle it."

Jiang Chen nodded: "Okay, Mom."

Of course he remembered that "good aunt" Zhang Linghua.

She's a snob, sharp-tongued, and loves to compare her son Jiang Ran to herself.

Every time I went back to my hometown in the past, I would always receive a round of "warm greetings"...

"Oh dear, Fatty's back again?"

"How are your grades? Are you at the bottom again?"

"My son Jiang Ran ranked in the top three in his class again this time. The teachers all praised him, saying he's a potential candidate for Tsinghua or Peking University!"

"Fatty, it's not that I'm criticizing you, but what are you going to do with these grades? You won't even get into university, will you?"

Jiang Chen used to be overweight and had poor grades, so he was always left speechless when confronted.

Although the parents felt sorry for him, they couldn't say anything, after all, their son was indeed very promising.

Not only did he get into the best high school in the county, Jiangcheng No.1 High School, in the middle school entrance exam that year.

Last year, he was admitted to a top-tier 211 university in the provincial capital, Binhai Industrial University. He is the only 211 university student in the village, so they set up fifty tables in the village, which was quite a grand occasion.

But now...

Jiang Chen touched his chin, a slight smile curving his lips.

"Son, what are you laughing at?" Wang Xiulian asked, turning around.

"It's nothing," Jiang Chen said, "I just think... going back to the countryside this time might be quite interesting."

……

At 10:30, the old Volkswagen drove into the village.

Red brick houses, cement roads, firewood piled up by the roadside, and a few stray dogs lazily sunbathing.

Jiang Chen's grandparents' house is located at the east end of the village. It's a two-story old house with a small courtyard.

As soon as the car came to a stop, footsteps could be heard in the yard.

"Jianguo? Xiulian? Is that you back?" A frail but powerful voice rang out.

Jiang Chen pushed open the car door and got out, and saw an old lady with gray hair and a thin figure walking out quickly. It was his grandmother.

"Grandma!" Jiang Chen called out.

The old lady paused for a moment, stared at Jiang Chen for several seconds, and suddenly her eyes reddened.

"You...you're Xiao Chen?"

"Yes, Mom, Xiaochen is back." Wang Xiulian quickly stepped forward to help him up.

The old man also came out of the house, still holding his pipe. He was stunned when he saw Jiang Chen: "You are... Xiao Chen? Xiao Chen, what... what happened to you?"

No wonder the old man didn't recognize him.

Jiang Chen last returned to his hometown to pay New Year's visits last year. At that time, he was a super short and fat man who was 1.68 meters tall and weighed 300 kilograms.

What now?

He's 1.83 meters tall, weighs 150 kilograms, has eight-pack abs (actually ten, but his clothes cover them), and his features are so handsome they look like they've been meticulously sculpted. His skin is so good it glows. When he stands there, he looks more like a star than any celebrity on TV.

"Grandpa, Grandma, it's me."

Jiang Chen walked over and took his grandmother's hand.

The old woman's hands were rough but warm. She touched Jiang Chen's face, and tears streamed down her face.

"He's lost weight...too much weight...Is this child not eating enough at school? Or is he too tired from studying?"

The old man sighed, "Look at this face, it's all gone. It used to be so round..."

Jiang Chen felt a warmth in his heart.

These are my grandparents... In their eyes, being fat is a blessing, while being thin is suffering.

"Dad, Mom, Xiaochen didn't suffer," Jiang Jianguo quickly explained. "He's just grown up. Boys go through a second growth spurt around eighteen, so he naturally gets taller and thinner."

"Yes, Mom, Xiaochen looks so energetic and handsome now!" Wang Xiulian said.

"What's the use of being handsome? Health is what matters!"

Grandma wiped away her tears, "You'll stay at our old home for the next couple of days. Grandma will stew chicken and duck for you to nourish yourself!"

"Yes, kill an old hen and stew some more pork ribs," the old man nodded, "to make up for the weight the child has lost!"

Jiang Chen was both amused and exasperated.

With a physical strength of 69 points, a body that could crack a cement wall with a single punch, he was actually seen as a pitiful child who "lost his flesh" in the eyes of his grandparents.

But this feeling of being pampered... is really nice.

He grew up with his grandparents when he was a child, and only went to the county town to start school.

Back then, his grandparents would save all the good food for him, and they fed him until he became a chubby little boy.

Looking back now, although he was a bit chubby, that time of being unconditionally pampered was truly the warmest memory of his childhood.

……

The family was chatting in the yard, creating a warm atmosphere.

Suddenly, a sharp laugh came from outside the courtyard gate:

"Oh my, who's back? Jian Guo and Xiu Lian, I suppose?"

Jiang Chen turned his head to look.

A middle-aged woman in her forties, with curly hair and wearing a floral shirt, swayed in, a fake smile plastered on her face, but her eyes revealed calculation.

It was his aunt, Zhang Linghua.

Behind her was a tall, thin boy wearing glasses, around twenty years old, with a somewhat wooden expression.

That's Jiang Chen's cousin, Jiang Ran, the "academic star" who got into Binhai Industrial University last year.

Aunt.

Jiang Chen greeted him politely.

Zhang Linghua's gaze fell on Jiang Chen, she froze for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise:

"Who...who is this? Xiulian, do you have guests?"

Wang Xiulian smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, this is Xiao Chen. Don't you recognize him?"

"Xiao Chen??"

Zhang Linghua's voice rose eight octaves, "Which Xiao Chen? Jiang Chen? That chubby guy?"

She looked Jiang Chen up and down, her mouth agape, wide enough to fit a goose egg:

"Impossible! How could this be Jiang Chen?"

"Isn't Jiang Chen short and fat? This...this guy looks like a TV star!"

She was genuinely shocked.

The short, chubby guy from before is now over 1.8 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure, exquisite features that are flawless, and skin so good that you can't even see the pores. When he stands there, he exudes a gentle and refined temperament (Jiang Chen deliberately changed to the "refined and cultured" aura), it's like he's a completely different person!

"Boys develop rapidly after the age of eighteen!"

Wang Xiulian said casually, "Xiao Chen has grown taller and thinner this semester, and his facial features have also matured, so he looks more energetic."

"Is this what you call looking more energetic??" Zhang Linghua roared inwardly.

This is clearly a completely different person, isn't it?

She couldn't help but turn around and glance at her son, Jiang Ran.

Jiang Ran was considered handsome, wearing glasses and tall and thin; he was considered a "handsome young man" in the village.

But compared to Jiang Chen now...

Fireflies vie with the bright moon for brilliance.

When Jiang Chen stood there, Jiang Ran instantly looked drab and like a bookworm.

Zhang Linghua felt a tightness in her chest.

For the past ten years or so, her greatest pleasure has been comparing Jiang Ran and Jiang Chen... comparing their looks, their grades, and their future prospects.

Although Jiang Ran isn't exactly a top-tier handsome guy, he's definitely far superior to the short, chubby Jiang Chen.

But now?

She was crushed.

It's still the kind of attack that uses a lower dimension to defeat the opponent.

……