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

Lin Jianhua picked up the bowl and took a sip of soup.

Lin Bei nodded but didn't reply. He lowered his head and ate his rice, thinking about something else.

He asked Su Wantang in the evening. She said she wore a size M, and didn't have any particular preference for colors, as long as it was warm.

She was washing dishes in the kitchen when she said this, the sound of running water making her voice seem a little distant in the background. But Lin Bei remembered that she had mentioned at his house last night that she liked light blue.

After finishing his meal, he helped his mother clear the table. Then he went back to his bedroom to change into a clean dark blue sweatshirt, put on a light black jacket, and went to the entryway to change his shoes.

Wang Xiulan poked her head out from the kitchen: "Going out so late?"

"Go to the shopping street to buy a down jacket."

"With whom?"

"Su Wantang".

Wang Xiulan's eyebrows twitched, then she retreated into the kitchen, her voice drifting out from inside: "Then pick out a few more, but don't buy anything too thin. Do you have enough money?"

"enough."

"Then buy one more, so you can buy a good one for the other person too."

Lin Bei bent down to tie his shoelaces, opened the door to 501, and as he walked out, he saw that the door to 502 had also just opened.

Su Wantang stood behind the door, wearing a light gray knitted cardigan, dark trousers, and clean white canvas shoes.

She saw Lin Bei, said nothing, and simply walked out, closing the door behind her. The soft click was particularly clear in the quiet corridor. She carried a small cloth bag, the strap wrapped around her finger.

"Let's go," she said.

The two of them went downstairs one after the other. The motion-activated lights in the stairwell turned on floor by floor, and then turned off floor by floor behind them.

As she pushed open the downstairs door, a gust of cold wind rushed towards her. Su Wantang hunched her shoulders and pulled her cardigan collar tighter.

Lin Bei pushed out the electric scooter, and she sat on it sideways, placing her hand on his waist through his coat fabric.

The electric vehicle drove out of the community gate and turned onto the Sycamore Avenue.

"Wantang." Lin Bei spoke, his voice slightly muffled by the wind, but every word was clear.

"Um."

"Why aren't you wearing a down jacket today?" he asked.

There was a moment of silence in the back seat. "I didn't feel that cold when I left this morning, so I didn't wear any."

Su Wantang didn't reply. But Lin Bei saw in the rearview mirror that she lowered her head, her fingers tightened slightly on his waist, then relaxed.

He didn't say anything more, and the electric car continued to drive forward.

The commercial street isn't far from the residential area; it takes about fifteen minutes by bike.

The commercial street is more lively on weekend evenings than usual, with colorful lights illuminating the street.

Lin Bei parked his car at the street corner, and Su Wantang jumped out of the back seat and stood next to him.

The two walked side by side into the commercial street, with Su Wantang on his left, about half a fist's distance away.

The streetlights shone down from above, casting long shadows of the two people that stretched side by side on the ground.

Suddenly, Lin Bei caught a glimpse of a figure not far ahead in his peripheral vision, and he paused in his tracks.

Shen Qingzhi walked alone on the street, wearing a long, off-white coat. A scarf was wrapped around her neck, but not completely tied, with the end hanging down in front of her chest. She wasn't carrying any shopping bags; she only held a mobile phone in her hand, the screen of which was dark.

She walked at a moderate pace, her gaze fixed on the road ahead, as if she were simply walking without a destination.

A bustling crowd passed by her; some chatted and laughed as they walked by, some came out of a milk tea shop carrying milk tea, and some squatted by the roadside playing with cats. The noise flowed around her, but she seemed to be encased in a transparent dome, separated from those sounds by an invisible distance.

Lin Bei looked in the direction she had come from, then glanced behind her. There was no one else there; she was all alone.

Su Wantang noticed the change in his pace and followed his gaze. When she saw Shen Qingzhi, her steps slowed down as well. She didn't speak, but simply stood quietly beside Lin Bei.

Shen Qingzhi took a few steps, looked up, and saw two people standing not far ahead.

Her gaze lingered on Lin Bei's face for a moment, then fell on Su Wantang, before returning to her feet without stopping or quickening her pace.

Lin Bei waited until she got closer and then called out, "Shen Qingzhi."

Shen Qingzhi stopped in front of him, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment before she asked, "Are you here shopping too?"

"Yeah, it's getting cold, I'm thinking of buying a few down jackets," Lin Bei said.

Shen Qingzhi nodded and said nothing more.

She just stood there, as if she didn't know which way to go next.

Just then, a low, smooth engine sound came from the roadside, not particularly noticeable amidst the surrounding noise of the street.

A dark gray sedan pulled up to the side of the road. Its body gleamed matte under the streetlights, and its license plate was a series of consecutive numbers, not a local Jiangcheng plate.

When the car door opened, a boy wearing a black coat got out of the car.

He was very tall, half a head taller than Lin Bei. His coat was well-tailored, with a neatly turned-down collar revealing a section of a gray turtleneck sweater. His hair was cut very short, clean and neat, with a clear hairline. His features were regular, and his eyes carried a confidence that came from being well-bred since childhood. He wasn't ostentatious, but it was obvious at a glance that he came from a wealthy family.

After getting out of the car, his gaze first swept around the commercial street before landing precisely on Shen Qingzhi. His eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth curved into a smile, and he strode towards her.

"Qingzhi!"

Shen Qingzhi's brow twitched slightly, a very small movement, but Lin Bei noticed it. Her body didn't turn towards the source of the sound, as if she had already recognized it and knew it would follow.

Zhao Jiahao walked up to her, his steps creating a gust of wind, carrying the scent of his coat against the air. He breathed a slight sigh of relief, as if he had rushed a few steps after getting out of the car, but a smile still lingered on his face: "I've been looking for you for a while. Are you shopping here alone?"

Shen Qingzhi didn't look at him, her gaze falling on the sign of the milk tea shop not far ahead: "Just passing by."

"Passing by?" Zhao Jiahao smiled. "Then you've passed by quite far. Your home is in the east of the city, and this is almost the south of the city."

Shen Qingzhi didn't reply. She stood there, the hem of her coat swaying slightly in the wind.

Zhao Jiahao didn't seem to mind her silence, as if he was used to this kind of response. He took half a step forward, his voice a little lower than before, but still lighthearted: "I'm transferring to your class next Monday."

Shen Qingzhi's eyelashes trembled. She finally turned her head, her gaze landing on Zhao Jiahao's face, pausing for a moment: "What did you say?"

"I'm transferring schools. I've already completed the procedures, and I'll officially register next Monday." Zhao Jiahao's tone was calm. "Jiangcheng No.1 High School, Class 3, Grade 1, I'll be in the same class as you."