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

Su Yuan put down his teacup and looked away from the TV. "I just finished eating. I'll watch some TV to help digest."

Lin Bei paused. He glanced back at the kitchen, where Su Wantang was leaning against the doorframe, her gaze shifting back and forth between him and his father.

"Then... sit for a while." Lin Bei sat down at the other end of the sofa.

Su Yuan nodded and pushed the plate of oranges on the coffee table toward Lin Bei. "Eat oranges. I bought them at the market today. They're quite sweet."

Lin Bei reached out and took a segment, popping it into his mouth. The orange was indeed very sweet; the juice burst in his mouth, carrying a refreshing fruity aroma. He chewed it a couple of times, then took another segment.

Su Wantang sat down next to him, took a slice, but didn't eat it immediately. She just held it in her hand, her fingertips gently rubbing the orange peel.

The television was broadcasting a local news report, with the host reading a report about the renovation of old residential areas at a steady pace.

Su Yuan leaned back on the sofa for a while, then suddenly turned to Lin Bei and asked, "Lin, has your dad been investing in stocks lately?"

Lin Bei swallowed the orange: "Hmm, I threw in a little."

"Did you make any money?"

"Not bad, I made some money."

Su Yuan nodded, didn't ask any further questions, and picked up his teacup to take a sip. But Lin Bei noticed that when he put down the teacup, his fingers lingered on the rim for a moment, and his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but then he swallowed it back.

The living room was quiet for a few minutes. The news on TV finished, and they switched to a short video clip, the volume of which Su Yuan casually turned down.

Lin Bei finished the last segment of orange, took a tissue to wipe his hands, and stood up: "Uncle Su, I'll go back now."

He opened the door and walked out, and Su Wantang followed him to the doorway. She leaned against the door frame, one hand on the edge of the doorknob, and watched him quietly without saying a word.

"See you tomorrow," Lin Bei said.

"Mm." She nodded, then gently closed the door. With a soft click, the corridor fell silent again.

Lin Bei turned around and pushed open the door to room 501.

The living room lights were on, the TV was on, and the volume was low, playing a variety show with intermittent laughter coming from the speakers. But his dad wasn't watching TV at all; he was leaning back on the sofa, holding his phone, the screen lit up, showing his stock account's holdings page.

Hearing the door open, Lin Jianhua looked up, shifting his gaze from his phone screen to Lin Bei: "You're back?"

"Um."

Lin Bei changed his shoes and walked into the living room, sitting down on the sofa next to his father. Lin Jianhua turned the TV volume down again, then flipped his phone over and placed it face down on his lap, turning to face him directly.

"The demolition compensation money arrived today," Lin Jianhua began, his tone unhurried. "What are your plans for using this money?"

Lin Bei thought for a moment and then said, "Dad, regarding the demolition compensation for those two houses under your name, add 100,000 to each of the six short-term stocks. Divide the remaining one million equally among three medium-term stocks."

After he finished speaking, the living room was quiet for a few seconds.

Lin Jianhua leaned back on the sofa, tapping his fingers lightly on his knees. Then he looked down, picked up his phone, and opened the trading app. He swiped his finger across the screen twice, switching to the holdings page, bringing up the codes for the six short-term stocks, and then glanced at the pages for the three medium-term stocks.

He placed his phone on the coffee table and tapped the screen a few times. He operated very slowly, confirming each step before tapping.

"Alright, I've added 100,000 to each of the short-term stocks. As for the rest... I'm placing orders in batches for the medium-term stocks."

Lin Bei sat beside his father, quietly watching him operate the phone. The light from the screen illuminated his face, clearly showing the fine lines around his eyes. He kept his head down, his thumb moving slowly and steadily across the screen.

A moment of silence fell over the living room. The variety show on TV continued, bursts of laughter emanating from the speakers, but the volume was kept low.

Lin Jianhua tapped a few more times to confirm that all three orders had been placed and bought. He then flipped his phone face down on the coffee table, picked up the remote, and turned off the TV.

He turned to look at Lin Bei, "Including what we invested before, and what we've earned during this time, your dad's account now has over four million in stocks alone."

Lin Bei leaned back on the sofa, thinking for a moment. His father had over four million in stocks and three hundred thousand in Bitcoin, totaling over four million three hundred thousand. He also had over one million six hundred thousand in his own account. All of this added up to six million.

[Host, the system has detected that you are calculating money. Friendly reminder: Your current assets already exceed those of 99% of first-year high school students nationwide. However, the system suggests you don't get too cocky. With your current looks, being rich won't help you much for now. You need to continue working on your abs. Right now, abs are more likely to attract Su Wantang's attention than your savings, since you can't show your savings. Of course, if you insist on sticking your bank statement on your school uniform, the system won't object.]

His lips twitched slightly, then he snapped out of his thoughts and nodded to his father: "You don't need to check on that money in the central bank every day. Just leave it there."

"I know, I'll leave it alone," Lin Jianhua said. "I'm just... not used to it."

"What are you not used to?"

"I'm not used to having so much money in my account," Lin Jianhua chuckled. "Every morning when I wake up, the first thing I do is check my phone. Not to see if it's gone up or down, just to make sure that number is still there."

Lin Bei couldn't help but chuckle.

Lin Jianhua chuckled to himself, then stood up and said, "Alright, I'm going to take a shower."

He took two steps, then stopped without turning around: "By the way, your mother was nagging again just now."

Lin Bei: "What are you muttering about?"

"She was complaining that she forgot to cook one dish today, so dinner was a bit quiet." Lin Jianhua walked into the bedroom, followed by the sound of the bathroom door closing, and then the sound of the faucet being turned on, a muffled splash that came through the wall.

Lin Bei sat on the sofa, listening to the sound of running water. He looked down at the empty teacup on the coffee table, where a ring of light brown tea stains remained at the bottom.

[Host, your mother's complaints about "not making one dish" are essentially a protest against the transfer of "feeding rights." Before, you brought her homemade meals to school every day, giving her a sense of accomplishment that her son ate her cooking. Now that Su Wantang has taken over lunch, your mother has lost this most important daily ritual. The system suggests that when you eat at home, you say, "Mom's cooking is the best." This will soothe your mother's emotions more than a direct money transfer. Of course, if you insist on combining it with a money transfer, the system won't object.]

Lin Bei made a note of it, stood up, took the teacup into the kitchen, and placed it by the sink. Then he went back to the bedroom and sat down at his desk.