Reborn as a high school freshman with an awakened system, a fat boy transforms into a male god.

Next, Zhang Mingyuan stood up.

When the boy with the buzz cut and dark skin stood up, the chair made another jarring creaking sound.

"I'm not good at sweet talk," he said in a deep voice. "I'll just say this: if I become the vice class monitor, I'll take care of our class's physical education results."

He sat down immediately after speaking, just as decisively as when he stood up.

The classroom was silent for a fraction of a second, then some people laughed, some clapped, some whispered "This guy is so cool," and others whispered "He's so pretentious."

Just as Lao Gu was about to ask everyone to raise their hands to vote, Wang Jun stood up again.

"Teacher, I also want to run for vice class monitor."

Old Gu glanced at him: "Didn't you just run for class monitor?"

"Teacher, the rules don't say that if you've been elected class monitor, you can't be elected vice class monitor, right?" Wang Jun said with a grin. "That's called walking on two legs, diversified development."

[Wang Jun is using the "playing it close to the edge" skill. The system reminds the host: This isn't diversified development; it's a "if one door closes, another opens" tactic. If one position doesn't work out, just try another; eventually, one will.]

Lin Bei: Isn't this just mass-sending resumes?

[Precise summary. It is recommended that the host learn from this "never give up" spirit. Even though the host is too lazy to even write a resume.]

Lin Bei: ...

Old Gu paused for a second, probably thinking there was nothing wrong with what he said, and nodded: "Okay, come on up."

Wang Jun darted onto the platform again, this time even faster, probably because he knew the way well. Lin Bei noticed that he no longer needed to look down at his feet when going up the steps; muscle memory had formed.

"Hello everyone, it's me again, Wang Jun. I'm running for vice class monitor this time."

"What is a vice class monitor? He is the class monitor's deputy, the second-in-command of the class, second only to the class monitor and above fifty people. Uh... wrong, he is second only to the class monitor and above forty-nine people, because the class monitor is also counted as one person."

"I don't have many strengths, but I have a good attitude. If the squad leader tells me to go east, I'll never go west; if the squad leader tells me to beat a dog, I'll never chase a chicken. My main strength is being obedient."

The classroom erupted in laughter.

Li Xiang covered his face in the audience, but the corners of his mouth were turned up.

[Host, please note: Wang Jun's declaration of "obedience" is a double entendre. On the surface, it's a declaration of loyalty, but in reality, it implies, "Since the squad leader does all the work, I'm just a mascot." This is a sophisticated strategy to "do less work."]

Lin Bei: You're overthinking it. He's only sixteen.

[The system has never underestimated any sixteen-year-old human. Host, you're also sixteen, what do you think about every day?]

Lin Bei: I'm thinking about what to have for lunch.

[The system retracts its previous statement. The host is indeed worth underestimating.]

Lin Bei: ...

Old Gu smiled and shook his head: "Alright, alright, come down now. Is anyone else running for vice class monitor?"

The classroom fell silent.

"Okay, the candidates for vice class monitor are Li Xiaoyu, Zhang Mingyuan, and Wang Jun. Let's vote by raising hands. Raise your hand if you agree with Li Xiaoyu."

Nearly thirty hands were raised.

"Raise your hand if you agree with Zhang Mingyuan."

About twenty.

"Raise your hand if you agree with Wang Jun."

Fifteen.

Old Gu wrote on the blackboard: Li Xiaoyu 28 votes, Zhang Mingyuan 22 votes, Wang Jun 15 votes.

"Li Xiaoyu was elected as the deputy class monitor."

Li Xiaoyu covered her mouth, her eyes reddening.

Wang Jun made a "stabbed" expression again offstage, this time adding a spinning fall, his acting skills comparable to a background extra in Hengdian World Studios.

"Next, we'll run for class representative," Old Gu said.

"Teacher!" Wang Jun stood up again.

The whole class turned to look at him.

Old Gu took a deep breath: "Wang Jun, you're not running for office again, are you?"

"Teacher, opportunities are for those who are prepared," Wang Jun said with a righteous expression. "Moreover, I think the position of class monitor needs someone like me... who treats academic performance as a life pursuit."

Zhou Ziheng whispered from behind, "You're using 'pursue' like a verb, aren't you?"

The people around him were so trying not to laugh that they almost hurt themselves.

Old Gu couldn't help but twitch his lips: "Fine, come on up."

Wang Jun stepped onto the podium for the third time, and this time he even laughed at himself.

"Hello everyone, it's me again, Wang Jun. You've heard of the story of 'Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage'? Well, I'm here to 'Three Visits to the Lecture Hall'."

"I know what you're thinking, why is this fat guy here again? But what I want to say is, although my middle school entrance exam results weren't the best, I have a heart for learning. Really, my heart says 'I love learning,' even though my report card says 'not ideal.'"

"But! The position of class monitor isn't necessarily about having the best grades, but about being the one who can best motivate a learning atmosphere. Think about it, if I can sit there and study diligently, what reason do you have not to work hard?"

"Even Wang Jun is studying, what right do you have to lie low?"

"This is my motto."

The classroom was silent for a second, then erupted into a burst of applause and laughter, with some people laughing so hard they were slapping their desks.

Several more people stood up, but the first thing each person did upon going on stage was to announce their score.

The atmosphere in the audience grew increasingly tense. The students with good grades remained calm, but those with lower grades looked rather displeased. Who wants to hear someone flaunt their scores in front of them?

At this moment, Shen Qingzhi stood up.

When she stood up, the entire classroom fell silent for a fleeting moment. It wasn't because she was Shen Qingzhi, and the whole world would quiet down for a beautiful woman, but because no one expected her to run for class representative.

After all, she ranked first in the entrance exam and third in the city's high school entrance exam. No one could stop her from announcing her scores.

But she didn't mention any score.

"Hello everyone, my name is Shen Qingzhi. I would like to run for class monitor. I will help everyone solve their learning problems."

After speaking, she sat down. The entire conversation lasted no more than ten seconds, and her tone was calm and indifferent.

The classroom was quiet for a moment, then burst into applause, more enthusiastic than for any of the previous candidates.

[A decisive blow. Shen Qingzhi didn't announce her score because she didn't need to. Her very existence was the score. It's like Jack Ma not telling people how much money he has. Everyone knows; you don't need to say it.]

Looking at Shen Qingzhi's composed profile, Lin Bei couldn't help but sigh inwardly: She's truly amazing. She doesn't need to say anything; just sitting there makes others think she's incredible. That's just a gift from God, nothing can be done about it.

Some people, like Wang Jun, are blessed with good soil, but they still have to water and fertilize it themselves to grow crops.

[System Supplement: There are also some people, like the host, who are blessed with good soil but the host is too lazy to even water it, waiting for crops to fall from the sky.]

Lin Bei: Can you let me finish my exclamation?

No. The system's mission is to interrupt the host's self-indulgent escapades. The more the host is moved, the more excited the system becomes.

Lin Bei: What kind of twisted setting is this?

[I don't know. It's like this from the factory. Just make do with it, host.]

Old Gu finished counting the tickets.

Shen Qingzhi was elected as the class's study committee member.

Wang Jun sighed again from the audience.

"Next, we'll run for sports committee member." As soon as Old Gu finished speaking, his gaze fell on Zhang Mingyuan.

Zhang Mingyuan had already stood up, as if he had been ready for a long time.

"I'm running for sports committee member. I will lead everyone to win prizes in the school sports meet."

Then he sat down again, decisively and efficiently.

"Teacher!" a voice rang out.

The whole class turned to look at Wang Jun.

Before Lao Gu could even speak, someone in the front row shouted, "Wang Pangpang, are you coming again?"

Wang Jun stood up confidently: "What's wrong with being the sports committee member? Can't the sports committee member be fat? Who says fat people can't do sports? Isn't sumo wrestling a sport? Isn't shot put a sport? Isn't discus throwing a sport?"

Old Gu looked at him with a complicated expression: "Come on up."

Wang Jun stepped onto the podium for the fourth time, and this time he even laughed at himself.

"Hello everyone, yes, it's me again."