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

[Mission accepted. Countdown begins: 6 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes, and 58 seconds...]

[30% exercise, 70% diet. Don't just focus on exercise; controlling your diet is more important than moving your legs. To lose 2.5 kg in 7 days, you need to combine diet control with exercise. Recommendation: Walk briskly for 5-6 kilometers daily + strictly control your three meals a day + give up all snacks and sugary drinks.]

[During weight loss, you may experience discomfort such as hunger, irritability, and dizziness, which are normal. If you experience hallucinations, such as seeing the system smiling at you... well, that's normal, the system is indeed smiling.]

Lin Bei: ...

He suddenly remembered one thing.

Lin Bei: System, I have a question. Losing 2.5 kg in 7 days is a bit too intense. I also have to take care of Su Wantang's affairs. Is it possible?

The core of the 7-day mission is "diet control + daily high-intensity exercise," requiring an early morning brisk walk of 5-6 kilometers and moderate activity after dinner each day. The remaining time can be used for studies and matters concerning Su Wantang, but the host needs to manage time effectively and minimize slacking off.

Don't use "I need to help others" as an excuse not to exercise. These two things aren't contradictory; what's contradictory is your time management skills. Besides, if you don't lose weight, where will you get the energy to help others?

Lin Bei looked serious: "I'm quite strong. How could someone weighing 200 pounds be weak?"

Which is less strenuous: running while carrying 200 pounds of meat, or running while carrying 170 pounds of meat?

Lin Bei: 170 jin.

So what are you waiting for? To let the meat evaporate on its own?

Lin Bei thought for a moment.

Although the system's words are annoying, upon closer inspection, they seem to make a lot of sense.

Getting up early for a brisk walk for an hour, then taking some time to exercise in the evening, plus strictly controlling your diet, does take up a lot of time. But it's only 7 days, so you can grit your teeth and get through it.

Lin Bei: Okay, I'll do it.

[That's more like it. Remember, the system will check your weight in 7 days. If you slack off, the system will let you know what "regret" really means.]

Lin Bei: How exactly do you regret it? By deducting my attribute points?

[Even more cruel. The system will compile a list of everything the host steals to eat each day, create a PowerPoint presentation with high-definition images, and play it on a loop in the host's mind for a week. The title will be "The Fall of a Fat Man."]

Lin Bei: Are you a devil?

The system is an angel, but it has the mouth of a devil.

By the way, the 2.5 kg weight gain penalty is permanent and will not be lifted even if you subsequently lose weight. In other words, if you fail this time, you will forever be 5 catties heavier than you are now.

Lin Bei took a deep breath.

Okay, this time it's either success or death. No, I won't die for my country, I'll become an even fatter version of myself.

Just then, my phone vibrated.

It was a QQ message from Zhou Ziheng.

Zhou Ziheng: "Brother Bei! Brother Bei! Brother Bei!"

Messages kept popping up, and I was typing so fast it felt like I was pressing the rapid-fire key.

Zhou Ziheng: "I just ran into someone at the internet cafe!"

Zhou Ziheng: "He said he was from some kind of 'e-sports club'!"

Zhou Ziheng: "He asked me if I was interested in playing professionally!"

Zhou Ziheng: "Monthly salary of 3,000! Room and board included!"

Zhou Ziheng: "Three thousand a month, Brother Bei! You can make money playing games! My mom only makes two thousand five a month!"

Zhou Ziheng: "Isn't this what they call 'dreams becoming reality'?!"

Looking at the screen full of exclamation marks, Lin Bei seemed to see Zhou Ziheng's eyes shining in the internet cafe. That look was probably like a dog that hadn't eaten for three days seeing a bone—simple, fervent, and not very bright.

He's all too familiar with this tactic.

In his previous life, he had seen too many similar news stories online, such as "a teenager was tricked into paying money to join an e-sports club, only to find out it was a pyramid scheme," or "a signing fee of two thousand, a training fee of ten thousand, and the contract was full of traps." He had also heard colleagues talk about their relatives being scammed, such as paying deposits, training fees, signing contracts, and then finding out they were being sold into servitude. Some people were even helping others count the money after being scammed, and then thanking them afterward.

Lin Bei thought for a moment and replied, "First, ask him which club he's from, where the training base is, and what sports he trains in. Also, ask him to show his credentials."

"Okay!"

Five minutes later, Zhou Ziheng sent a message: "He said they are a newly established club, the base is in the basement of an internet cafe, and the training program is... He said they will practice 'QQ Landlord' first, and then switch to 'League of Legends' once their skill level improves."

Lin Bei stared at the message for three seconds, then typed: "Tell him that earning 3,000 a month playing 'QQ Landlord' is not as good as setting up a screen protector stand on the street. You can earn 5,000 a month applying screen protectors, and you don't even have to pay a signing fee."

"Hahahaha!" Zhou Ziheng's message came again, "I told you! He turned pale and left! He even glared at me before he left!"

"I won't see him off."

"Brother Bei! Brother Bei!" Zhou Ziheng's message popped up again, this time typing even faster than before. "Guess what? After that guy left with a dark face, the internet cafe owner told me that this guy tricked several students into paying two thousand yuan in 'signing fees' last month. The owner said you're smart and asked if you wanted to come work as an internet cafe manager, eight hundred a month, meals included... By the way, does instant noodles count as meals?"

Lin Bei's lips twitched, and he replied with two words: "Asleep."

Zhou Ziheng sent a "goodnight" emoji, then added: "Let me copy your math homework tomorrow. Multiple choice questions are fine, I can figure out the essay questions myself..."

Less than three seconds after the first message was sent, another one arrived.

"Okay, let me copy the long questions too."

Lin Bei typed three words expressionlessly: "Write it yourself."

There was a ten-second silence on the other end, followed by a "goodbye" emoji. It was a cartoon image of an ancient swordsman bowing with his hands clasped, accompanied by the caption "See you in the martial arts world."

The next second, the profile picture turned gray.

Lin Bei placed his phone next to his pillow, preparing to turn off the light.

His mother's voice came from the living room: "Lin Bei, it's ten o'clock, why aren't you asleep? You have school tomorrow."

"Go to sleep now," Lin Bei replied.

But he didn't move, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds.

I have to say it. If I don't say it now, it will be even harder to say it later.

He put on his slippers and walked out of the bedroom door.

Wang Xiulan was leaning back on the sofa watching TV, holding an unfinished dark blue sweater in her hand, his size. The sweater was more than halfway done, only the sleeves remained. She knitted very quickly, stitch by stitch, like a human knitting machine, watching TV while she knitted without even looking at her hands.

"mom."

Wang Xiulan looked up: "What's wrong?"

Lin Bei walked over and sat down on the sofa next to his mother.

He'd sat on this sofa for sixteen years, and a slight indentation had formed under his bottom. Every time he sat down, his body would automatically slide into that indentation, as if returning to its place.

Wang Xiulan put down the sweater and stuck the knitting needles into the ball of yarn.

She looked at him.

She knew her son too well. When he spoke in that tone, it meant that what he was about to say was no small matter. What kind of tone was it? It was like saying "Mom" but actually saying, "I have something to confess, please don't be angry."

"you say."

"I gave Su Wantang two thousand yuan today."