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

on Tuesday.

Lin Bei still eats breakfast made by Su Wantang's father.

When I arrived at school, most of the students were already in the classroom.

He had just sat down when Zhou Ziheng, who was in front of him, suddenly turned around and pushed up his glasses.

"Brother Bei! Guess what my dad said to me yesterday?"

"What?"

"He said he recommended your novel to his colleague!" Zhou Ziheng's voice was even more excited than if he had received the recommendation himself. "He said that after his colleague finished reading it, he said, 'This author writes well; I read the latest chapter in one go.'"

Wang Jun was walking from the back row towards the door when he heard this as he passed Lin Bei's seat. He paused, then turned and came closer. "What novel? Brother Bei, you write novels?"

"Just writing whatever comes to mind," Lin Bei said.

"I'll have to check." Wang Jun took out his phone. "What's your name?"

"Rebirth of the Strongest Male God"

Wang Jun looked down and searched for a moment, then looked up and stared at Lin Bei for several seconds with a complicated expression.

"Brother Bei, the title of your book..."

"What's wrong?"

"Brother Bei, your book title is brilliant! Isn't it just based on us?" Wang Jun patted his belly. "Of the four words 'Strongest Male God,' I have the last two, 'male god.' You have the first two, 'strongest,' referring to your physique. Together, we are the essence of this book."

Zhou Ziheng chimed in quietly from the side, "And what about me?"

Wang Jun looked him up and down and said seriously, "You have the character '之' in your name, long and thin. Without you, the title would be incomplete."

Zhou Ziheng: "..."

Lin Bei: "..."

After school in the afternoon, Lin Bei did not go straight home, but went to the playground.

Zhang Mingyuan was already there. He was wearing a white tank top and black shorts, and his white running shoes with red stripes were still on his feet. He was doing leg stretches, one leg resting on the railing beside the track, his body slowly lowering down, his expression relaxed.

"Brother Bei, you're here?" Zhang Mingyuan put his leg down and turned around. "I thought you weren't coming."

"I said I'd come, so I came." Lin Bei put his schoolbag on the bench by the playground and walked to the side of the track.

He was still wearing those old sneakers with worn-out soles today.

Zhang Mingyuan looked him up and down, his gaze lingering on his waist and abdomen.

"Have you lost weight recently?"

You've lost a little weight.

"A little?" Zhang Mingyuan tilted his head. "You've lost almost twenty pounds in the past month, haven't you? The last time I saw you, your belly was big enough to kick a ball around in, but now..."

He held up his hand to indicate, "It's shrunk by at least a third."

Lin Bei looked down at his stomach. It had indeed shrunk considerably. Although it was still far from "flat," at least he no longer needed to strain to button up his school uniform.

"They ran away," Lin Bei said.

Zhang Mingyuan grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Okay, if you've made it this far, then keep running. Today we'll practice interval training, start with two warm-up laps, jogging slowly."

Lin Bei followed behind him and started jogging slowly along the track. The cool breeze felt refreshing on his face, but his body warmed up quickly after he started running.

After two laps of jogging, Zhang Mingyuan stopped at the starting line of the track.

"You understand the principle of interval running, right?" he asked.

"Run fast for a while, then jog slowly for a while, and repeat."

"Let's do four sets today. Each set is a 400-meter sprint followed by a 200-meter jog to adjust." Zhang Mingyuan pointed to the track. "Run the 400 meters as fast as you can, and don't stop after that. Jog 200 meters to adjust your breathing, then move on to the next set. After all four sets, jog one lap to relax."

Lin Bei took a deep breath.

"400 meters, run as hard as you can?"

"That's right." Zhang Mingyuan looked at him. "You don't need to worry about the pace. Just focus on one thing: maintaining a steady rhythm. For each 400-meter run, keep the time difference within two seconds, and you'll pass."

After saying that, he paused for a moment, then scratched his head and grinned, "Well, setting a two-second requirement for the first practice session is a bit too much. Just do your best and don't drop too much."

Lin Bei nodded and stood on the starting line.

Zhang Mingyuan stood beside the track, holding his phone and turning on the stopwatch function.

"Ready, run!"

Lin Bei rushed out.

In the first 400-meter race, he didn't run particularly fast, but his pace was very steady. After running six kilometers for over a month, he had developed an instinctive feel for maintaining a "constant pace." When he finished the 400-meter race, his breathing was still relatively even.

Zhang Mingyuan pressed the stopwatch.

"2 minutes and 08 seconds. Jogging to adjust."

Lin Bei slowed down and jogged along the track. Two hundred meters wasn't a long distance, but he felt like he hadn't fully caught his breath before the next set was about to begin.

"Second group, ready, go!"

He sprinted off again. This time, his stride frequency increased, and his arm swing was more powerful. By the time he reached the last bend, he was panting heavily, but he could still manage.

"2 minutes and 07 seconds! Jogging to adjust!"

The third group, 2 minutes and 09 seconds.

The fourth group, 2 minutes and 10 seconds.

After finishing the four sets of runs, Lin Bei bent over, his hands on his knees, panting heavily.

Zhang Mingyuan walked over, glanced at the stopwatch, then at him, a hint of surprise in his expression: "Brother Bei, the biggest time difference between the four sets is only three seconds. To be able to maintain this rhythm on your first practice interval is impressive."

Lin Bei straightened up, took a few more breaths to catch his breath, and then subconsciously glanced at the edge of the track.

Su Wantang stood under the sycamore tree by the playground.

She didn't look at her phone or flip through a book; she just stood quietly, her school uniform jacket draped over her arm, the wind blowing her hair up and down. The setting sun shone from behind her, bathing her silhouette in a warm yellow light. She clutched the white towel in her hand, a towel she had held for the entire training session.

Seeing him straighten up and look in their direction, she took a step forward to greet him.

Lin Bei walked over, and without saying a word, she handed him the towel.

Wipe your sweat.

Lin Bei took the towel and wiped his face. The towel still had that faint, pleasant fragrance, just like yesterday.

"You've been watching the whole time?"

"Hmm." Su Wantang's gaze fell on his face, paused for a moment, and then said, "You run very steadily."

Lin Bei was taken aback: "You timed it?"

She nodded, looked away, and focused her gaze on the track: "I happened to be free, so I made a note for you."

Lin Bei didn't reply immediately. He clutched the towel, then suddenly remembered something. She had been standing in the cold wind for almost half an hour, holding this towel the whole time, not her phone or a book.

"Let's go back," he said.

The two walked together toward the bike shed. The setting sun cast long shadows of them, one tall and one short, as they walked side by side.

Lin Bei hopped on the electric scooter, and Su Wantang sat sideways on the back seat. Her hand naturally rested on his waist.

By the time the car drove out of the school gate, it was already getting dark.

The car turned into the residential area, Lin Bei parked it, and Su Wantang jumped out of the back seat. The two went upstairs together; she went into 502, and he went into 501.

Lin Bei pushed open the door and changed his shoes.

There were voices in the living room, not from the television, but from real people.

He walked into the living room and saw Lin Jianhua and Chen Guodong sitting on the sofa. On the coffee table were two teacups, a plate of peanuts, and several sheets of printed A4 paper.

Chen Guodong was wearing a dark gray jacket today, with a cigarette between his fingers, but he didn't light it.

"Uncle Chen, you've arrived," Lin Bei greeted him.

"Xiao Lin is back?" Chen Guodong looked up and smiled. "He's talking to your dad."

Lin Bei sat down next to the sofa and glanced at the papers on the coffee table. The papers contained tables and maps, with several places circled in red pen.

Lin Jianhua picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put it down.

"Your Uncle Chen said he wants to open a branch in the east of the city."

Lin Bei paused for a moment, then turned to look at Chen Guodong.

"Branch stores?"