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

Lin Bei got up from the ground and took a shower in the bathroom.

Hot water poured over him, flowing down the curve of his stomach. He glanced down at his belly; it was still round, but it didn't seem as swollen as it had been last week.

Turn off the lights and lie down on the bed.

Outside the window, the light in apartment 502 across the street was still on. The curtains weren't fully drawn, leaving a gap through which warm yellow light leaked, casting a thin beam of light onto the windowsill.

She's still awake.

Lin Bei closed his eyes, and the scene from this morning automatically surfaced in his mind. Su Wantang sat opposite him, head down, eating her porridge, sunlight streaming in through the window and falling on her eyelashes. The moment she looked up, her eyes shone.

He looked at the picture again.

[Host, you've replayed this scene at least seven times. The system isn't trying to stop you, it's just reminding you: if you keep watching like this, you won't be able to sleep tonight. Tomorrow morning, you'll go to 502 for breakfast with dark circles under your eyes, and Su Wantang will ask, "Didn't you sleep well last night?" What will you say? "I've been thinking about you the whole time"?]

Lin Bei turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

……Oh shit.

This damn system knows everything.

the next morning.

After Lin Bei finished his run and took a shower, it was almost seven o'clock. He stood at the door of 502 and knocked.

The door opened.

Su Wantang wore a light pink loungewear outfit today, her hair was tied in a low ponytail, and her complexion was getting better and better.

"Come in." She stepped aside.

There were two bowls of porridge on the table, one large and one small. Next to the large bowl was a dish of cold black fungus salad and a dish of pickled vegetables, and next to the small bowl were two poached eggs.

"Did you change it today?" Lin Bei sat down.

"Black fungus is good for detoxing." Su Wantang sat down opposite him. "Aren't you on a diet? Eat more black fungus; it won't make you gain weight."

Lin Bei picked up the bowl of porridge and took a sip. The porridge was still plain white porridge, but today it had a faint sweet potato flavor. There were a few pieces of soft, golden sweet potato at the bottom of the porridge, which were cooked until soft and sweet.

"Did you put in sweet potatoes?"

"Yes, sweet potatoes are high in dietary fiber and very filling." Su Wantang lowered her head and took a sip of porridge, her voice soft. "I checked, and it's good for people who are trying to lose weight."

Lin Bei looked at the sweet potato in the bowl, then glanced at Su Wantang.

She's looking up diet recipes.

Because she had to make him breakfast.

[The system has detected an accelerated heart rate in the host. Current heart rate: 96. Reason: Su Wantang specifically looked up recipes to make you a weight-loss breakfast. The system doesn't know if this counts as liking you, but it's certain that she cares about you a lot. Someone who cares about you wouldn't just casually cook you a bowl of plain porridge.]

Lin Bei didn't say anything and continued to drink his porridge.

The sweet potatoes were very sweet, the porridge was very sticky, and the poached eggs were cooked to perfection.

He ate very slowly, bite by bite, trying to remember every detail.

After finishing breakfast, Lin Bei returned to room 501 to pack his schoolbag.

He opened his phone and glanced at the novel's backend.

Collections: 142.

A new comment appeared in the comments section: "Author, are you really on a diet? The protagonist's inner monologue every time he steps on the scale is exactly like mine!"

Lin Bei smiled slightly, put his phone in his pocket, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and went out the door.

Su Wantang was already standing at the entrance of the building, carrying her schoolbag and wearing her school uniform.

Lin Bei pushed out the electric scooter and patted the back seat: "Get in."

Su Wantang sat down sideways, her hands naturally resting on his waist.

The car drove out of the residential area.

The early autumn mornings were already chilly; the wind felt cool on my face, but the temperature on my back was warm.

"Lin Bei".

"Um."

"My dad said that Zhao Yumei's case will go to trial this Thursday."

Lin Bei's fingers tightened on the handlebars: "Did your dad let you go?"

"Yes. He said I could go or not, and it was up to me to decide."

Do you want to go?

Su Wantang remained silent for a few seconds.

"I want to go," she said, her voice lowering. "I want to see with my own eyes what she will end up like."

Lin Bei didn't say anything and continued driving.

But he glanced at her in the rearview mirror.

Her expression was calm, but he knew that beneath that calm lay a lot of things.

The leaves of the sycamore tree have begun to turn yellow. Occasionally, a leaf will drift down, land on the hood of the car, and then be blown away by the wind.

When I arrived at school, there were still five minutes before class started.

Lin Bei parked the car and walked into the school gate with Su Wantang. When they passed the old locust tree at the school gate, Zhou Ziheng squatted under the tree again, holding a book and reading it intently.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up, his eyes lighting up.

"Brother Bei!"

"Are you squatting here reading again?"

"I'm looking for inspiration." Zhou Ziheng stood up and took out a stack of bound A4 papers from his bag. The cover had a few large characters handwritten on it: "《Online Novel Writing Tutorial》, compiled by some abandoned author, has been circulating on the forum for several months. I printed out the essential parts, more than fifty pages."

Lin Bei glanced at the thickness of the stack of papers: "Can you even read them?"

"I don't understand it," Zhou Ziheng said matter-of-factly, "but I have to read it even if I don't understand it. If I don't understand it, it means I'm not good enough, and if I'm not good enough, I have to read it even more."

"Keep it up," Lin Bei said.

"Brother Bei, what about you? How many copies of that book do you have in your collection?"

One hundred and forty-two.

Zhou Ziheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Holy crap, it's gone up that fast? Wasn't it only a dozen or so last week?"

"Yes, it's rising slowly."

"You call this a slow rise? My book has been out for two weeks and only has sixty-something favorites." Zhou Ziheng pushed up his glasses, looking utterly smug. "No way, I have to go back and revise it. The editor said my beginning was too flat and needs an added hook."

"What hook?"

"It's those... sentences that make readers want to keep reading. Like, 'He didn't know that today would be the longest day of his life.'" Zhou Ziheng took out his phone, typed a line in the notes app, and then looked up. "Brother Bei, your opening line, 'When Lin Bei opened his eyes, he thought he was still dreaming,' was a great hook. That's what got me clicking on it."

Lin Bei was taken aback: "When you clicked in, wasn't it to support me?"

"I'll show my support, but if your writing isn't good, I won't be able to stand reading it," Zhou Ziheng said earnestly. "Am I the kind of person who would lie and praise someone?"

Lin Bei looked at him and thought: You are.

[The system agrees with the host's judgment. Zhou Ziheng is the kind of person who would flatter without any conscience. But this time he didn't. Because the host's opening was indeed well-written. Although the system doesn't want to admit it, it must acknowledge that the host is more talented than Zhou Ziheng in writing novels. Of course, this doesn't mean the host writes particularly well; it only means Zhou Ziheng's writing is truly terrible.]

Zhou Ziheng was still saying something when Lin Bei caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of his eye.

Shen Qingzhi walked in from the school gate, holding a notebook in her hand, her hair draped over her shoulders. She walked faster than usual today, as if she was in a hurry.

Su Wantang stood beside Lin Bei without saying a word. She raised her hand to adjust her backpack strap, her gaze sweeping over Shen Qingzhi before returning to her shoes.

Shen Qingzhi paused as she passed by Lin Bei.

"Lin Bei".

Lin Bei turned his head: "Hmm?"

"My grandfather wants to see you."

Lin Bei was taken aback.

"He said he wanted to thank you in person." Shen Qingzhi's tone was still calm and indifferent, but her gaze didn't just sweep over him as usual; instead, she looked at Lin Bei steadily for two seconds. "Are you free this weekend?"