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

"My reason for running for sports committee member is simple: I want to lead everyone in exercising. Don't let my weight fool you; I may be overweight, but I'm very serious about exercise. And I have an advantage that all skinny people don't have..."

Wang Jun patted his stomach.

"I'm carrying my own weight. The calories you burn running one lap, I burn twice as many. What does that mean? It means I'm working harder than you! Even though I run slower than you, I'm putting in twice the effort!"

"Besides, what is the meaning of exercise? It's not about running fast, it's about being healthy. The fact that I, who am so fat, am running for sports committee member shows that I truly love sports."

"Pick me! Let me lead everyone... to get fatter, no, I mean, to get stronger!"

The classroom erupted in laughter; several boys in the back row laughed so hard they slid off their chairs.

Old Gu suppressed a laugh and asked everyone to raise their hands to vote.

The result was no surprise. Zhang Mingyuan received 42 votes, and Wang Jun received 5 votes. Lin Bei suspected that Wang Jun cast those 5 votes himself, along with friendly votes from his classmates around him.

"Zhang Mingyuan has been elected as the sports committee member," Old Gu announced.

Wang Jun stood in the audience, hands clasped together, looking up at the sky and sighing. This time, he didn't make a "stabbed in the back" expression, nor did he spin and fall to the ground. He simply sighed, hands clasped together, as if giving thanks for something, or perhaps praying for something.

[Wang Jun's acting style has shifted from "comedic rejection" to "silent acceptance." This represents an advancement in acting skills. Extras in Hengdian can act crying, laughing, and even dying, but someone who can portray the nuances of "accepting fate but not giving up" is at least a featured actor.]

Lin Bei agreed: System, your analysis is quite insightful.

Of course. A person standing there after being rejected four times goes beyond election campaigning; it's performance art.

"Finally, the labor committee member." Old Gu's tone was noticeably softer than before when he said this, because he knew this position was difficult to fill.

Sure enough, the classroom fell silent.

For a full five seconds, no one stood up.

The labor committee member, to put it bluntly, is in charge of cleaning. Which child wants to be in this position? It's tiring, dirty, and you feel invisible. Even when teachers introduce class officers at parent-teacher meetings, they just say "This student is in charge of cleaning" and then skip over the labor committee member.

In the midst of this awkward silence, someone stood up.

All eyes in the class were on that person.

Wang Jun.

This time, no one laughed.

Wang Jun didn't "jump" up like before; he walked slowly, step by step, onto the podium.

He stood on the podium, not speaking first, but glancing at the students sitting below.

Then he laughed, a laugh more earnest than the previous four.

"Hello everyone, it's me again. This is Wang Jun's fifth time standing here."

The audience was completely silent; no one laughed.

"I know what you're thinking. Why is that fat guy here again? Is he crazy? Is he deliberately stalling for time to avoid class?"

A few students laughed, but quickly stopped.

"Actually, I've been thinking about why I keep coming up here again and again." Wang Jun's voice was a little softer than usual, but he was still smiling.

"Later I figured it out. Because someone always has to step up."

"Someone's been chosen as class monitor, vice-monitor, academic representative, and sports representative. But who's going to be the labor representative?"

"Nobody wants to be it."

"So this class doesn't need a labor committee member? No. The cleaning still needs to be done, the floor still needs to be swept, the blackboard still needs to be wiped, and the trash cans still need to be emptied."

"Someone has to do these jobs."

"So I thought, I'll do it. Anyway, I'm thick-skinned and not afraid of being embarrassed. Anyway, I run slowly, so I don't have to rush home from school. Anyway, I'm fat, so doing more work can help me lose weight."

[Wang Jun is using "fat" as a campaign asset for the third time. The first time was "I'm thick-skinned," the second was "I carry a burden," and the third was "Doing more work can help me lose weight." He used the attribute of "fat" from three different angles: self-deprecation, hardcore, and warmth.]

Lin Bei was stunned for a moment: System, are you analyzing or feeling moved?

[The system isn't moved. It's merely recording how a human turns their disadvantages into advantages. If the host learns this trick, even a 1 out of 10 in looks can become incredibly eloquent.]

Lin Bei: For example?

["I'm ugly, so you don't need to focus on my face. You can concentrate on listening to me." See, ready-made. Host, write this down for later use.]

Lin Bei: ...

Wang Jun continued, "The labor committee member is still a committee member, after all."

"Although I'm not a high-ranking official, although no one will remember me, and although the teacher might skip over me when introducing me at parent-teacher conferences, still... someone has to do the work."

"So, if you all don't mind, I'd like to be the labor committee member."

"I'll be the last to leave and the first to arrive. I'll check under every table for trash. I'll make sure our class wins the hygiene banner so many times this semester."

Thank you everyone.

He bowed, a very proper bow, unlike the previous four times when he had bowed casually.

The classroom was silent for a full two seconds.

Then applause broke out.

It wasn't the polite, sporadic applause, but a powerful, genuine applause from the heart. Some people slammed their fists on the table, some whistled, and some shouted, "Wang Pangpang is awesome!"

Lin Bei was also clapping, clapping very loudly.

He thought to himself: This little fat guy, although he didn't get a proper position today... wait, didn't he become the labor committee member?

Amid applause, Wang Jun stepped down from the podium and returned to his seat.

As he passed by Li Xiang, Li Xiang suddenly reached out and gave him a high five.

"The labor committee member," Li Xiang said earnestly, "is also very important."

Wang Jun grinned: "Of course. Without the labor committee member, where would you throw your trash? On the class monitor's desk?"

Li Xiang: "...Never mind what I said."

Old Gu cleared his throat and wrote the last line on the blackboard: Labor Committee Member Wang Jun.

"Alright, all the class officers have been elected." Teacher Gu turned around and faced the whole class. "Class monitor Li Xiang, vice class monitor Li Xiaoyu, academic representative Shen Qingzhi, sports representative Zhang Mingyuan, and labor representative Wang Jun."

"I want you to remember one thing. Class leaders are not officials, but servants, there to serve the whole class. If anyone abuses their authority, I will be the first to object."

"And also," Old Gu glanced at Wang Jun, a smile in his eyes, "the labor committee member is indeed a committee member. Our class's cleanliness depends on you."

Wang Jun stood up and gave a serious salute, which made the whole class laugh again.

All elections have been completed.

Teacher Gu opened the textbook: "Alright, that concludes the class officer election. Now let's have math class. Turn to page three; today we'll learn the concept of sets."

Lin Bei took out his textbook, turned to the third page, and his eyes fell on the word "set".

Just then, he made a decision.

He wants to try his mind-reading skills, and his target is Old Gu.

The system note said, "It is recommended not to eavesdrop on the homeroom teacher's thoughts," but he wanted to know why.

Lin Bei took a deep breath and silently recited in his mind: Mind reading, target Old Gu.

The next second, Lao Gu's thoughts drifted into his mind like a gust of wind.

"...These kids are so cute."

"Wang Jun went up on stage five times and finally got elected as the labor committee member, a position that nobody wanted to do. This kid is bound to be successful in the future. It's not because he talks a good game, but because he's willing to do the work that others don't want to do."

"Li Xiang is steady, Li Xiaoyu is down-to-earth, Shen Qingzhi is capable but not ostentatious, and Zhang Mingyuan is honest."

"This team is quite well-matched."

"..."

Lin Bei was stunned.

He didn't hear Lao Gu judging who was good or bad, nor did he hear him calculating who was more useful. He only heard a teacher observing his students with a simple, kind gaze.

It's like a gardener looking after his seedlings. Some grow tall, some grow strong, some bloom early... but each one has its own unique appearance, and each one deserves to be treated well.

Lin Bei recalled his previous life; he had never known that Lao Gu was like this. In his eyes, Lao Gu was just a math teacher, a homeroom teacher, and a "Lao Gu" who would call people to the blackboard to solve problems.

He never imagined that Lao Gu would think of his student this way.

Lin Bei looked at Wang Jun again. He only remembered that in his previous life, Wang Jun brought a lot of joy to his classmates. He also remembered that Wang Jun went on stage five times to run for all positions and finally chose the labor committee member position that no one wanted to do. But now that he has been reborn, he suddenly found that this fat guy was a little different.

Lin Bei glanced down at his stomach, then silently revised his list of goals in his mind:

First, let Su Wantang live.

Second, make money.

Third, lose this weight.

Fourth, learn from Wang Jun and become a useful fat person.