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

Lin Bei opened the door to 501, changed his shoes, and put the thermos into the kitchen.

Wang Xiulan was cooking at the stove when she turned to look at him. "You're back? Go wash up, you're all sweaty. Look at your clothes, they're soaked. Did you go to exercise or get caught in the rain?"

Lin Bei responded and went to the bathroom to take a hot shower.

After taking a shower, he looked at himself in the mirror.

The belly is still the same belly, the face is still the same face, and the pimples are still the same pimples.

But he felt that the person in the mirror was not the same as yesterday.

It's hard to pinpoint what's different; maybe it's the look in their eyes, their demeanor, or the traces of sweat on their bodies.

The system popped up a notification:

[Host, you haven't gotten thinner in the mirror; that's just your illusion. Exercise increases endorphin secretion, producing a temporary feeling of pleasure and a self-perception bias. Simply put, you feel okay now, but in two hours you'll return to reality and exclaim in shock when you look in the mirror, "Holy crap, why am I still so fat?"]

[We suggest you weigh yourself and let the data tell you the truth. The truth is often harsh, but you must face it.]

Lin Bei rolled his eyes and stepped onto the scale.

His mother bought that scale at the supermarket last year for forty-nine yuan. It has a maximum weight capacity of 150 kilograms. Every time he steps on it, he can hear the scale let out a faint sigh, as if the plastic panel is saying, "I shouldn't have been manufactured in the first place."

The screen of the electronic scale flashed and displayed a number: 100.3 kg.

It's 0.2 kg lighter than yesterday.

The system popped up again:

[Congratulations, host, you have lost 0.2 kg. This 0.2 kg is mainly due to water loss and has absolutely nothing to do with fat. You are simply dehydrated, not thinner.]

Lin Bei: ...

He put on his clean school uniform and went to the dining table.

The school uniform seemed a tiny bit looser this morning than yesterday. Lin Bei wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he decided to take it as fact. After all, in this world where looks matter, you should deceive yourself when you can, otherwise how can you get by?

Breakfast was already laid out on the table. Today it wasn't fried rice, but plain congee with side dishes and a poached egg.

"Mom, didn't you say fried rice with egg?"

"Aren't you on a diet? Fried rice is too oily, porridge is better." Wang Xiulan pushed the porridge bowl towards me, which contained a few red dates. "From now on, I'll have porridge for breakfast, and I'll use less oil in my lunch too. Dieting doesn't mean not eating, it means eating healthily."

Lin Bei smiled and lowered his head to drink his porridge.

He took a couple of bites of porridge, then suddenly remembered something.

The few lines he wrote in his notebook last night before bed, "Su Wantang's Problem List," had "Root Problem: Her Father" listed as the third item in the solutions section.

To solve the fundamental problem, he needs to know two things: where her father lives now, and why he did it.

The first thing, Aunt Wang didn't know. The second thing, Su Wantang might know himself, but he couldn't ask directly. He couldn't very well go up to her and say, "Hey, why doesn't your dad want you?" That would be like stabbing her in the heart and then rubbing salt in it.

He opened his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and his gaze lingered on a name for two seconds.

Old Zhou. Zhou Demao, the property manager of this residential complex, has been working here for almost ten years. He has the most complete information on the residents. In his previous life, when Lin Bei's mother lost her keys, she asked Old Zhou for help to open the door.

But Lin Bei wasn't familiar with Lao Zhou, and it didn't seem right for a high school student to suddenly run up and ask his neighbor's father for his address.

unless……

Lin Bei put down his bowl of porridge.

"mom."

Wang Xiulan was washing dishes in the kitchen, and without turning her head, asked, "What's wrong?"

"Are you familiar with Manager Zhou from the property management company in this residential complex?"

"Old Zhou?" Wang Xiulan turned off the tap and wiped her hands. "He's alright. He came to drink with your dad during the New Year. You know your dad, after a few drinks he's calling everyone 'brother.' Last time he drank half a jin of baijiu with Old Zhou, patted his chest and said, 'Don't worry, Old Zhou, if your water pipes break in the future, come to me.' The problem is, he can't even fix water pipes. What's wrong?"

"I want to find out the new address of 502's father."

Wang Xiulan turned around and looked at Lin Bei.

"Why are you looking into that?"

"I want to talk to him," Lin Bei said. "Regardless of whether it can change anything, at least I need to know what he's thinking. What if he didn't do it on purpose? What if he was just... forced into it? Then maybe there's still room for negotiation."

Wang Xiulan remained silent for a few seconds.

"You're just a kid, trying to talk to an adult?"

"Mom, I'm already sixteen."

"Sixteen is still a child."

Lin Bei didn't reply, but just looked at his mother.

Wang Xiulan, exasperated by his gaze, sighed and said, "Fine, I'll ask Lao Zhou for you. But don't get your hopes up too high; even his property manager might not have the new address of the resident."

"It would be best if it were available, but we'll discuss it further if not."

Wang Xiulan took out her phone, found Lao Zhou's number, and dialed it.

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

"Hey, Lao Zhou, this is Wang Xiulan from 501. Yes, yes, the one from Lin Jianhua's family... I want to ask you something. Do you know where the old Su family from 502 across the street moved to? You know, Su Yuan..."

Lin Bei leaned closer to listen.

Old Zhou's voice on the other end of the phone was a little muffled, as if he had just crawled out of bed: "Old Su from 502? Didn't he move to the east of the city? I don't know exactly where, but I think he left an address. Let me look for it... Wait a minute."

The sound of something being rummaged through came from the other end of the phone.

"Found him. Cuipingyuan Residential Complex, east of the city, Building 8, Room 302. What do you need him for?"

Wang Xiulan glanced at Lin Bei: "It's nothing serious, it's just... I borrowed some things from him before and wanted to return them to him."

"Okay, I'll send you his phone number in a bit. He left a mobile number when he registered."

"Okay, thanks, Lao Zhou. I'll cook a few dishes another day, and you can come over and have a couple of drinks with my husband, Lao Lin."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Xiulan looked at Lin Bei.

"Cuiping Garden in the east of the city. What are you planning to do?"

Lin Bei thought for a moment: "Let's not rush to go. I'll go to school today and check on Su Wantang's condition. We'll talk about it on the weekend."

Wang Xiulan nodded and didn't ask any more questions. But there was something else in her eyes when she looked at Lin Bei. There was pride in her eyes, "My son is quite responsible"; there was worry, "Don't get yourself into trouble"; and there was a hint of confusion, "When did this child become so mature?"

Lin Bei finished the porridge in his bowl and went back to his bedroom to change into his school uniform.

Standing in front of the mirror, he glanced at his stomach, then at his round face covered in acne.

Appearance: 1, Body: 8, Charm: 13.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and went out the door.

When he reached the entrance of room 502, he paused for a moment, then went downstairs and rode his old bicycle towards the school.

When I arrived at school, it was still early, and there were only seven or eight people in the classroom.

Su Wantang was already seated in her seat, flipping through an English textbook, the pages covered with dense notes. She was wearing her school uniform today; yes, the uniforms had been handed out—blue and white tracksuits that looked quite loose on her.

The design concept behind the school uniform was probably "if everyone wears the same thing, no one will care who looks good," but after Su Wantang put it on, that design concept completely failed. She was like a diamond that had fallen into a pile of glass beads; you could tell which one was her at a glance.

Lin Bei walked to the last row by the window and put his backpack down.

He took a plastic bag out of his schoolbag, inside which were two food containers. One contained braised pork, and the other contained rice, along with a pair of chopsticks and a spoon. His mother had cooked extra this morning, wrapping it in two layers of insulated bags to keep it warm.

Lin Bei, carrying a plastic bag, walked across half the classroom to Su Wantang's seat.

The few students scattered throughout the classroom glanced up at him, then lowered their heads again. In a high school classroom, a boy carrying a lunchbox walking up to a girl's seat would usually cause a commotion and a commotion.

But the male lead is a 200-pound, ugly fat guy, while the female lead is the kind of beautiful girl whose beauty shines even through her school uniform. Nobody thinks there's anything to make a fuss about. It's like penguins from Antarctica going to the Arctic to fall in love—it seems impossible.