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

Lin Bei couldn't concentrate on the morning classes at all.

It wasn't that he didn't want to listen, it was that he couldn't take it in. His mind was filled only with that string of numbers and a question he couldn't understand: why did she commit suicide?

She's pretty and does well academically. Although she's not talkative, she doesn't seem like the type to be bullied. So why is that?

Lin Bei sat in the last row by the window, his gaze passing over a sea of ​​dark heads, repeatedly landing on Su Wantang.

The numbers above her head ticked up second by second, each tick a reminder to him: time was running out.

5:12:46.

5:12:45.

Gu Yuanshan was explaining the concept of sets on the podium, such as intersection, union, and complement, as the chalk made a crisp sound on the blackboard.

Lin Bei stared at the Venn diagram on the blackboard for three seconds, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: if he and Su Wantang were two circles, what would their intersection be?

They were neighbors, classmates, and that seemed to be all.

Zhou Ziheng turned around, wanting to say something to him, but seeing his tense face, he swallowed back the words he was about to say. That face was already round enough, but it looked even rounder when it was tense.

"What's wrong with this fat guy?" Zhou Ziheng muttered to himself, then turned back to continue listening to the lecture. He silently took out his phone and sent Lin Bei a QQ message: "Dude, did you forget to poop this morning? You don't look too good, like you've been squatting for twenty minutes and haven't been able to poop."

Lin Bei's cheap phone vibrated. He looked down at it, his lips twitched, and he replied, "Get lost."

Zhou Ziheng replied, "Then why are you staring at that girl? Have a crush on her? Want me to deliver a love letter for you? My handwriting is alright."

Lin Bei didn't reply. He thought to himself: I'm staring at her because there's a countdown timer above her head. Would you believe me if I told you? You definitely wouldn't. You'd just think I'm hallucinating from looking at my phone too much.

Su Wantang sat there quietly, occasionally looking down to take notes, and occasionally looking up at the blackboard, just like all the other first-year high school students around her. She even exchanged a few words with Li Xiaoyu during the break, a faint smile on her lips, her voice soft, as if they were talking about something happy.

She seemed perfectly normal.

This kind of normalcy is the most abnormal thing. If a person decides to end her life this afternoon, she shouldn't look so normal. She should cry, she should be in a daze, she should be irritable, she should do all sorts of abnormal things.

But she didn't.

She was even laughing.

The morning classes are finally over.

When the bell rang, Lin Bei was almost the first to rush out of the classroom. He waited for Su Wantang at the end of the corridor on the first floor of the teaching building.

About five minutes later, Su Wantang came downstairs. She was alone, without anyone by her side, her head down, walking at a moderate pace along the path next to the teaching building toward the cafeteria.

Lin Bei waited until she had walked more than twenty meters before coming out of the corridor and following behind at a distance.

He didn't know why he was following along. He just felt he needed to do something.

The cafeteria was already packed with people by then.

Lin Bei found a seat in the corner with his tray and sat down. His gaze swept across a dozen tables and landed on Su Wantang, who was queuing for food.

She stood in the middle of the line, with a few chattering girls in front of her and a few playful boys behind her. She stood quietly in the middle, waiting.

Lin Bei lowered his head and shoveled a mouthful of rice into his mouth; it didn't taste like much.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out at the soup serving window.

"Are you blind?!"

A sharp voice rang out, instantly halving the noise in the cafeteria. Everyone turned to look in that direction at the same time, even the lady serving food behind the window peeked out.

Lin Bei raised his head and looked in that direction.

Li Xiaoyu, a classmate, was standing in front of the soup serving window, holding a half-empty bowl with soup spilled all over the floor. The boy in front of her had a large wet patch on the cuff of his school uniform, with soup dripping down his sleeve.

Lin Bei knew that boy; in fact, everyone in his grade knew him in his previous life.

Zhao Pengfei, also a first-year high school student, was rumored to be the son of some boss. He hung out with idle people from the streets and acted like a tyrant at school; no one dared to mess with him. He had a typical thug's face: triangular eyes, thin lips, and dark red dyed hair. He never wore his school uniform properly, with the zipper only half-zipped up, revealing a brightly colored T-shirt underneath.

"I...I'm sorry..." Li Xiaoyu's face turned bright red, her voice was very soft, and her hands were shaking so much that she could barely hold the bowl.

"Sorry? You think one 'sorry' is enough?" Zhao Pengfei shook his sleeves, his face contorted with rage. "This shirt of mine is a limited edition Adidas, worth over a thousand yuan! Can you afford to pay for it?"

Li Xiaoyu's eyes reddened, and her lips trembled as she couldn't speak.

Some students walked quickly with their heads down, while others stood at a distance watching the commotion; not a single one stepped forward.

Just then, a crisp notification sound suddenly exploded in Lin Bei's mind.

【Ding! 】

[System task issued!]

[Task Objective: To make any classmate remember you vividly and genuinely believe that you are a good person.]

[Mission Rewards: +5 attribute points, 10,000 RMB, a random superpower (valid for seven days), and one bonus item.]

[Task Time Limit: Seven Days]

[Failure Penalty: Randomly deduct 3 allocated attribute points]

[Note: The first mission isn't too difficult; the system is just giving you a warm-up. Go ahead and be a good person.]

Lin Bei was taken aback.

The mission has begun.

How can you make a classmate think he's a good person?

Lin Bei's gaze swept across the cafeteria, stopping when he passed Zhao Pengfei and Li Xiaoyu.

Li Xiaoyu's eyes reddened, and her lips were still trembling. Zhao Pengfei stood in front of her with his hands on his hips, blocking her way like a wall.

An idea popped into Lin Bei's mind.

Isn't this a ready-made task objective?

Lin Bei put down his chopsticks and stood up.

It wasn't because he wanted to be a hero, but because he knew that in this school, people like Zhao Pengfei were so arrogant because they knew no one would dare to speak up. The more afraid you were of him, the more he would bully you.

Moreover, the system has given us the task, so why not take advantage of this "business" opportunity? It's like the catchphrase of a certain e-commerce platform: Not doing it is like missing out on a fortune.

He walked over.

With each step he took, more people in the cafeteria noticed him. Not because he was handsome, but because his 200-pound weight made a lot of noise when he stepped on the cafeteria floor tiles.

As he got closer, he could see clearly the "limited edition Adidas" shirt Zhao Pengfei was wearing. The edges of the logo on the cuffs, where the soup had soaked in, were slightly wrinkled, and the entire logo was flatly pasted onto the fabric. The logo on an authentic shirt should be embroidered, with a raised texture, but this one was clearly heat-pressed.

Lin Bei was secretly pleased.

In my previous life, I watched too many "luxury goods authentication" videos on a short video platform. Although I never bought any of them, my theoretical knowledge was comparable to that of a boutique sales assistant. Unexpectedly, after being reborn, the first thing I used this skill for was exposing counterfeit goods in the cafeteria.

"These clothes..." Lin Bei began, his voice not loud, but everyone around could hear him.

Zhao Pengfei sized him up, his gaze sweeping from his round face to his bulging belly, a disdainful smile playing on his lips: "Fatty, who are you? What's it to you?"

"She's in our class," Lin Bei said, then pointed to Zhao Pengfei's cuff, "The logo on your product should be embroidered, but yours is heat-pressed, so it'll come off if you soak it in water."

Zhao Pengfei glanced down at his sleeve, his expression changing slightly.

Lin Bei didn't stop, continuing, "And the zipper... genuine Adidas limited editions all use YKK zippers, with a stamped logo on the back of the zipper pull. Yours..."

He glanced at it. "It's a regular zipper."

The cafeteria fell silent for a moment.

Zhao Pengfei's expression froze.

"Who the hell are you? It's none of your business!" His voice rose, tinged with anger and embarrassment. "Who the hell do you think you are, you fatso? You don't know anything!"

"I'm just a fat guy passing by," Lin Bei said calmly.