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

After dinner, Su Wantang tutored Lin Bei in English. Today's topic was relative clauses, and the usage of relative pronouns and relative adverbs.

Lin Bei found that his comprehension ability was getting better and better. It wasn't thanks to the memory palace; it was simply that his brain, with an IQ of 77, was indeed more efficient than one with an IQ of 72.

The same grammar point, which Su Wantang used to explain several times before he could understand, now only needs to be explained once.

Su Wantang tilted her head and glanced at him. "Have you gotten smarter lately?"

Lin Bei paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Maybe it's because my teacher, Ms. Su, taught me so well."

Su Wantang's ears turned slightly red, and she lowered her head to continue drawing sentence structure diagrams on the paper.

The last class in the afternoon is physical education.

Teacher Liu stood at the front of the line and blew a whistle.

"Today's test is the 800-meter race. Girls will run first, then boys."

A chorus of groans erupted from the ranks.

Wang Jun raised his hand in the back row: "Teacher, can we just test the 400 meters? The 800 meters is too long. With my physique, I'll need to call an ambulance after I finish."

Teacher Liu glanced at him: "Then run slower. If you can't finish running, walk; if you can't finish walking, crawl. You have to finish the test anyway."

"Teacher, if I finish climbing, will I pass?"

"Not really."

"Then I won't climb."

The whole class burst into laughter.

After the girls finished running, it was the boys' turn.

Zhang Mingyuan began warming up, stretching his legs, loosening his ankles, and jogging in place. He was wearing a brand new pair of running shoes today, white with red stripes, which shone brightly in the sunlight.

"Zhang Mingyuan, how much are these shoes?" someone asked.

"Not expensive, I bought it on sale." Zhang Mingyuan stretched his ankle. "A little over four hundred."

"Four hundred and a half isn't expensive?"

"Running shoes, they can last for several years."

Lin Bei stood behind the starting line and began warming up. He was wearing a pair of ordinary sneakers today, the soles of which were already worn down a bit.

He wants to get a new pair of running shoes.

But I don't know which brand is good.

He glanced at Zhang Mingyuan's shoes, then at his own.

Never mind, I'll buy it when I have time.

"Everyone to your positions!" Teacher Liu raised her hand.

The boys stood on the starting line.

Lin Bei was in the last row. In front of him was Wang Jun, and in front of Wang Jun was Zhou Ziheng. The three men were arranged in a staggered pattern: Zhou Ziheng was the thinnest, Wang Jun was the next thinnest, and Lin Bei was the largest.

"Bang!"

The whistle blew.

Lin Bei ran out.

In the first lap, he ran at a moderate pace, staying in the middle to lower ranks. His breathing was steady, with a two-step inhale and two-step exhale rhythm, maintaining a good pace.

After running six kilometers for more than a month, my cardiopulmonary function has indeed improved compared to before.

On the second lap, he began to accelerate.

It surpassed one, and then another.

By the time he reached the last bend, he had already caught up to the middle position.

Zhang Mingyuan was in the lead, already ahead of most of the straight. His running form was excellent, with powerful arm swings, long strides, and firm, solid steps.

Lin Bei gritted his teeth and quickened his pace.

As he crossed the finish line, he bent over, braced himself on his knees, and gasped for breath.

"4 minutes and 28 seconds." Teacher Liu pressed the stopwatch, her voice tinged with surprise.

Lin Bei was taken aback.

[Ding! Stage 1 achieved: 800m training time 4 minutes 28 seconds.]

[Reward: Attribute Points +1, credited to your account.]

Lin Bei straightened up and looked at Teacher Liu.

Teacher Liu glanced down at the stopwatch, then looked up at him.

"4 minutes and 28 seconds," he repeated. "Not bad, you've improved."

Lin Bei was panting, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

He walked to the edge of the playground, took out his water bottle from his schoolbag, unscrewed the cap, and took a big gulp.

Su Wantang stood to the side, holding a towel in her hand, watching him.

"4 minutes and 28 seconds," she said softly.

"Um."

"You ran it in 4 minutes and 58 seconds last time."

"Um."

Su Wantang glanced at him, then handed him the towel.

Wipe your sweat.

Lin Bei took the towel and wiped his face.

The towel is white and has a faint, pleasant fragrance.

After wiping his face, he held the towel in his hand.

"When did you bring a towel?"

"I just bought it at the convenience store." Su Wantang's gaze was elsewhere, and her voice was even softer. "I've noticed that you never use a towel to wipe your sweat after running."

Lin Bei was taken aback.

Then he laughed.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." Su Wantang turned around and walked towards the classroom.

Lin Bei stood there, clutching the white towel in his hand, watching her back. Her pace was quicker than usual, and the sunlight streaming in from behind cast a long shadow over her.

[Host heart rate detected: 112. Three minutes have passed, and it's still at this number.]

Lin Bei looked down at the towel in his hand.

The system will not provide further explanation. The host understands.

Lin Bei: "..."

He ignored the system, draped the towel around his neck, and turned to walk towards the classroom.

By the time the school bell rang, it was already quite dark. The leaves of the sycamore trees rustled in the wind, and the wheels of cars made a soft, pattering sound as they rolled over the road.

The back seat of an electric scooter.

Su Wantang placed her hand on Lin Bei's waist.

The evenings in late October were already getting cool, and the wind felt chilly on my face, but the sensation on my waist made me feel at ease.

"Lin Bei".

"Um."

"I was thinking about something while you were running today."

"What?"

Su Wantang remained silent for a few seconds.

"A month ago, you ran the 800 meters and sprinted to the finish line with your eyes closed. Today, you ran with your eyes open the whole time."

Lin Bei was taken aback.

"You've been looking at the finish line the whole time," Su Wantang said. "You know you can get there."

A strange feeling welled up in Lin Bei's heart.

She kept watching him run.

From the first physical fitness test to today's second, she has been watching every single one.

"Because I know you'll be waiting for me at the finish line." The words circled his lips, but he swallowed them back.

"Because I'm pursuing my goals," he said.

Su Wantang's lips curved slightly, but she didn't say anything more.

Lin Bei's fingers clenched slightly on the handlebars.

"Physical education tests are different from formal competitions," he said. "There's no pressure during tests, but you get nervous during competitions. And the opponents are stronger in competitions, which can disrupt your rhythm."

Su Wantang remained silent for a moment.

"So what do you plan to do?"

"Keep training," Lin Bei said. "Zhang Mingyuan said he could train me in interval running to improve my cardiovascular fitness."

What is interval training?

"It's just running fast for a while, then jogging slowly for a while, repeating this several times. It's for training your cardiovascular system." Lin Bei paused. "Zhang Mingyuan said it's a good way to improve your 800-meter time. He also said that people who train for the first time start to doubt their life choices after the third set, and by the fifth set they want to kneel down and beg for their mothers."

Su Wantang couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"So, how many times are you planning to kneel?"

"Try to kneel less." Lin Bei's tone was tinged with amusement. "Zhang Mingyuan said that once we practice until we don't kneel anymore, our results will be secure."

Su Wantang hummed in agreement and didn't ask any more questions.

But the hand on his waist tightened a little more.

The electric scooter turned into the residential area, and Lin Bei parked it.

The two went upstairs together.

Su Wantang walked into 502, and Lin Bei walked into 501. As soon as they entered, Wang Xiulan's voice came from the kitchen.

"You're back? Dinner will be ready soon. I made a fish today; your dad bought it from the market, it's alive."

Lin Bei changed his shoes and went into the kitchen.

A fish was simmering on the stove, the soup bubbling and bubbling, the aroma of scallions, ginger, and garlic mingling with the salty fragrance of soy sauce, filling the entire kitchen.

"mom."

"Um."

"The detailed compensation rules for the demolition of the old city area were released today."

Wang Xiulan paused for a moment. "I know, your dad called this morning and said so."

She turned the heat down a little, turned around and looked at him. "He said that the six houses together would bring in more than five million yuan. He was so excited on the phone that he couldn't even speak properly."

Lin Bei's lips curved slightly.

"Then I said, 'Okay, come back for dinner.'" Wang Xiulan turned back, picked up the spatula, and stirred the fish in the pan. "Your dad said, 'That's it? Over five million, and you're saying this?' I said, 'What else? I've never seen so much money before. What do you want me to say?'"

Lin Bei couldn't help but laugh.

"Your dad," Wang Xiulan said, putting the pot lid back on and wiping her hands, "has never seen much money in his life. He earns a few thousand yuan a trip on a long-haul truck, and after saving for most of his life, he's never had more than two hundred thousand yuan in his account. Now, suddenly there's more than five million yuan, won't he be excited for days?"