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

on Monday.

Six o'clock in the morning.

Lin Bei had just opened his eyes when the system's voice sounded.

[Good morning, host. Today's weight: 90.1kg. You have lost 10.4kg from your initial weight of 100.5kg. The system suggests you feel a little proud when you look in the mirror.]

Lin Bei put on his sportswear and went out.

He ran six kilometers along the river embankment, at a pace that was a bit faster than last week.

After running, I got home, took a shower, and changed my clothes.

I went to 502 at seven o'clock. Uh... the porridge I had today... was made by Su Wantang's dad.

Lin Bei suddenly began to miss the porridge that Su Wantang used to make.

After finishing breakfast, Lin Bei returned to room 501 to pack his schoolbag. Wang Xiulan was already up and standing in the kitchen heating up milk.

"Mom, I'm leaving."

"Okay, drive carefully." Wang Xiulan poked her head out and looked him up and down. "You seem to have lost weight again?"

"You've lost a little weight again."

"Your face looks smaller." Wang Xiulan walked over and pinched his cheek. "Your acne is almost gone. You silly boy, have you been secretly using some skincare products?"

"Mom, I really did run."

Wang Xiulan looked at him with disbelief, rolled her eyes at him, but the corners of her mouth curved into a smile: "Alright, alright, hurry up and go to school, don't be late."

Lin Bei slung his backpack over his shoulder and went out the door.

Su Wantang was already standing at the entrance of the building, carrying her schoolbag and wearing her school uniform.

Lin Bei pushed out the electric scooter and patted the back seat: "Get in."

Su Wantang sat down sideways, her hands naturally resting on his waist.

The car drove out of the residential area.

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"Lin Bei".

"Um."

"While you're training..." she paused, "I can wait for you on the side and time you."

Lin Bei was taken aback. In the rearview mirror, her gaze fell on his shoulder, but she didn't look at him.

"it is good."

Su Wantang didn't say anything more, but the hand on his waist tightened slightly.

Lin Bei walked into the classroom. Zhou Ziheng was already sitting in his seat, engrossed in a book.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up, his eyes lighting up.

"Brother Bei! You're here."

"Are you reading a book?"

"I'm studying how to write romance storylines." Zhou Ziheng turned the book cover over to show him. "It's called 'How to Write Good Romance Storylines,' written by a top author, and it's getting rave reviews on the forums. I stayed up all night reading half of it, and I overslept this morning and haven't had breakfast yet!"

Lin Bei glanced at the thickness of the book: "Can you understand it?"

"I understand part of it." Zhou Ziheng pushed up his glasses. "The book says that the core of the emotional storyline is the 'pull and pull.' It's about the feeling between two people who 'want to get closer but dare not get closer.'"

He paused, looking at Lin Bei.

"Brother Bei, do you and Su Wantang have that kind of feeling between you?"

Lin Bei glared at him.

But in that instant, several images flashed uncontrollably through my mind.

When she handed him the lunchbox, her fingers accidentally touched the back of his hand. She didn't pull them back immediately, but paused for half a second.

On the back of the electric scooter, when she placed her hand on his waist, he could clearly feel the warmth of her fingertips through the school uniform fabric.

And this morning. When she said, "I can wait for you over there," her gaze was fixed on his shoulder, not on him. But he saw in the rearview mirror that the tips of her ears had turned red.

Those images flashed by in an instant.

But the memory palace preserves them clearly, with every single detail.

"Brother Bei...?"

Zhou Ziheng's voice pulled him back to reality.

"I was just asking, gathering information, gathering information!" Zhou Ziheng quickly waved his hand, "I won't ask anymore, I'll figure it out myself."

After he finished speaking, he turned around, then back again: "Brother Bei, keep it up!"

Zhou Ziheng paused, then added, "I was talking about novels."

After saying that, he turned back.

Lin Bei: "..."

Why is this guy talking more and more like Wang Jun? Are they influencing each other?

Lin Bei's lips twitched slightly as he walked to his seat.

The first class in the morning is math.

As soon as get out of class ended, Lin Bei took out his phone and saw a message from Chen Guodong.

"Xiao Lin, the compensation details are out. I've sent them to your QQ email. Congratulations."

It was followed by a grinning emoji.

Lin Bei stared at the message for two seconds, and was about to log into his email when his phone vibrated.

This time it wasn't a message, it was a phone call.

The screen displayed two words: Dad.

Lin Bei answered the phone.

"Beibei, have you seen the details your Uncle Chen sent out?" Lin Jianhua's voice came from the other end of the phone, filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"I just saw it, haven't opened it yet."

"I just checked on my phone," Lin Jianhua's voice was a little unsteady, "I did the math with a calculator, and the compensation for these six houses adds up to more than 5.2 million yuan. Beibei, pinch me."

Lin Bei was taken aback.

"Dad, I'm not here with you."

"Then I'll pinch myself."

A muffled groan came from the other end of the phone.

Then came Lin Jianhua's voice, with a relieved smile: "It hurts."

Lin Bei couldn't help but laugh.

"Dad, are you at the company or in the car?"

"On the truck. Just arrived at the freight yard, haven't gotten off yet." Lin Jianhua's voice returned to normal, but the ending still lingered. "I was going to call you after unloading the goods, but I really couldn't wait any longer."

"Please unload the goods first. The details aren't urgent; we can discuss them when you get back tonight."

"OK."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Bei placed it face down on the table.

He logged into his QQ email and opened the file sent by Chen Guodong.

The attachment is a PDF titled "Detailed Rules for Housing Expropriation, Compensation, and Resettlement in the Jiangcheng Old Town Renovation Project." It has a red header and is dated October 22, 2012.

He quickly scrolled down and browsed through the compensation benchmark prices for each region, which were roughly the same as his previous estimates.

Turning the page again, I saw a line that read: "Those who choose monetary compensation will have their price increased by 15% on top of the benchmark price."

Lin Bei quickly calculated the compensation on his phone. The total compensation for all six properties was approximately 5.2 million yuan. The original purchase price was around 2.5 million yuan.

They made a net profit of over 2.7 million.

Lin Bei's lips curved slightly.

noon.

Most of the people in the classroom have left.

Lin Bei took out an insulated bag from his schoolbag, walked to Su Wantang's seat, and sat down.

Today's dishes are braised pork ribs, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and tomato and egg soup. The ribs are stewed until very tender, the meat easily separates from the bone with chopsticks, and the rich aroma of the sauce is so strong it seems to waft out of the lunchbox.

Su Wantang took a sip of soup, her eyebrows twitching slightly.

"Is it good?" Lin Bei asked.

"Hmm." She glanced at him. "Auntie's cooking is getting better and better."

Lin Bei lowered his head and didn't speak, but there was a smile in the corner of his eye.

The two ate their meal quietly.

Halfway through their meal, Wang Jun came over with his lunchbox and sat down opposite them.

"Brother Bei, Sister-in-law, do you mind if I sit here?"

Su Wantang paused for a moment, and the tips of her ears instantly turned bright red.

Lin Bei glanced at Wang Jun: "What's your name?"

"I call you Brother Bei," Wang Jun said innocently. "I call her... classmate. What's wrong?"

Lin Bei looked at him.

Wang Jun grinned, took a bite of rice, and mumbled, "Brother Bei, let's eat first."

A little while later.

"I'm finished eating, you guys take your time." He picked up his lunchbox and walked away, but after a couple of steps he turned back. "Brother Bei, good luck! I'm talking about the 800-meter run."

Lin Bei: "..."