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

Lin Bei noticed that Su Wantang's fingers lightly clenched the strap of her backpack. The movement was so small that he wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't looked closely.

"Yes," Lin Bei said.

Shen Qingzhi nodded, said nothing more, and turned to walk into the teaching building.

The crowd dispersed and continued walking towards the teaching building.

Su Wantang walked to Lin Bei's left. After a few steps, she spoke, her voice very soft: "Are you going to her house this weekend?"

"Her grandfather wanted to thank her in person," Lin Bei said.

Su Wantang hummed in agreement and didn't ask any more questions.

She lowered her head and looked at the road beneath her feet.

The two walked into the teaching building side by side.

When they arrived at the classroom, Lin Bei sat down in the last row by the window.

As soon as I put my backpack down, Zhou Ziheng, who was in front of me, turned around. He pushed up his glasses, lowered his voice, and his eyes behind the lenses gleamed with gossip.

"Brother Bei, are you going to Shen Qingzhi's house?"

"Her grandfather wants to see me."

"Keep pretending." Zhou Ziheng had a meaningful smile on his lips. "Her grandfather wanted to see you, so she came to invite him in person? Couldn't she have sent a message? Couldn't she have made a phone call? She's just looking for an excuse to talk to you."

Lin Bei glanced at him: "Can you stop thinking about these things all the time?"

"I'm telling the truth!" Zhou Ziheng said defiantly. "Think about it, who has she spoken more than three sentences to? She's spoken at least three sentences to you, and the way she looked at you was off."

"What's wrong?"

"It's just..." Zhou Ziheng thought for a moment, "When she looks at other people, it's like she's looking at thin air. But when she looks at you, it's like she's looking at a... person."

Lin Bei's lips twitched.

What does it mean to look like you're looking at a person?

"Furthermore," Zhou Ziheng lowered his voice again, "Su Wantang was standing right next to you, wasn't she? Didn't you notice? Su Wantang's expression when Shen Qingzhi walked over..."

"What kind of expression is that?"

"It's just..." Zhou Ziheng carefully chose his words, "...I can't quite put my finger on it, but it wasn't a 'it's none of my business' expression. Brother Bei, are you trying to have your cake and eat it too? Shen Qingzhi and Su Wantang, the two prettiest girls, both with you..."

Lin Bei looked down at his stomach.

A fat guy with a 4 out of 10 appearance, can eat everything? Like a buffet?

[Take Zhou Ziheng's words with a grain of salt and don't overinterpret them. Su Wantang's little actions are more about her insecurity of "fear of losing support," not necessarily jealousy over "falling in love." Given the host's current appearance, if Su Wantang really did fall in love with you, then the system can only say... she might be a good girl who values ​​inner beauty. The host is advised not to get carried away by this, but to continue losing weight to become more attractive, writing novels, making money, and improving yourself in every way.]

"Stop," Lin Bei interrupted him. "Go write your novel."

"I'm stuck on a writing block," Zhou Ziheng said matter-of-factly. "When you're stuck on a writing block, you need to chat to find inspiration. And I'm telling the truth, believe me if you want."

He turned back, but a few seconds later turned back again, adding, "By the way, your book's collection has increased again. I promoted it for you in a book club, and several people said they'd check it out."

"……Thanks."

"You're welcome. I told you, I'm going to be the man who becomes the president of your fan club." Zhou Ziheng pushed up his glasses seriously, turned back, took out his phone from under the table, and continued reading his novel.

noon.

Most of the students had left the classroom. Lin Bei took out an insulated bag from his backpack and walked to Su Wantang's seat.

"Braised ribbonfish, stir-fried lettuce, and rice." Lin Bei opened the lunchbox.

Su Wantang picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of ribbonfish, put it in her mouth, and chewed it twice.

"Is it tasty?"

"It's delicious." She paused for a moment, "The ribbonfish that Auntie made is better than my mom's... better than anything I've ever eaten before."

Lin Bei didn't press the matter about the change of address, but simply smiled and said, "Then I'll go back and tell her; she'll definitely be happy."

The two ate their meal quietly.

After dinner, Su Wantang tutored him in English as usual. He had already memorized the vocabulary from the first few units, but his grammar was still a complete mess. Attributive clauses, adverbial clauses, and noun clauses were all swirled up in his head like a pot of porridge.

Su Wantang patiently explained, drawing sentence structure diagrams on paper and marking subject, verb, object, attributive, adverbial, and complement with different colored pens.

Looking at her serious profile, Lin Bei suddenly felt that English wasn't so bad after all.

[The host finds English less unpleasant now, not because English itself has changed, but because the English teacher has changed. This is called "love me, love my dog." Although the host may not realize it yet, the system is already considering whether to give a wedding gift in advance.]

Lin Bei's lips twitched, and he decided to ignore the system.

Giving a gift? What gift? He and Su Wantang were just... just neighbors, classmates, meal buddies, and tutoring partners... Okay, it seems he did think that way.

in the afternoon.

The last class was physical education.

Teacher Liu stood at the front of the line and blew a whistle.

"Today's test is the standing long jump. Boys need 2.5 meters to pass, and girls need 2 meters to pass."

There was a chorus of groans in the line. Someone cried out, "Teacher, my leg hurts!" Someone else cried out, "Teacher, my back hurts!" and someone else cried out, "Teacher, I sprained my ankle yesterday!"

Teacher Liu looked at the group of drama queens without changing his expression: "What are you wailing about? It's just a standing long jump, you don't have to run. This class is the one I taught before... okay, I forgot you were the first class I taught. So for now you are the 'worst ever'... but don't be discouraged, the next class will most likely be even worse than you."

Someone in the group laughed.

The girls went first. Su Wantang stood behind the take-off line, swung her arms back and forth a few times, and then jumped suddenly. Her body drew an arc in the air, and she landed very lightly.

"Two meters and one meter." Teacher Liu announced the score and made a note in the small notebook next to her.

Su Wantang walked out of the sandpit, dusted off her pants, and stood aside waiting for Li Xiaoyu.

Shen Qingzhi was the last girl to take the test. She stood behind the take-off line, expressionless, swung her arms twice, and then jumped.

"Two meters and two and a half inches." Teacher Liu's eyes lit up. "Not bad, your score is very good among girls."

Shen Qingzhi nodded and walked back to the group, her expression unchanged, as if the result had nothing to do with her.

After the girls finished their tests, it was the boys' turn.

Zhang Mingyuan was the first to jump. He stood behind the take-off line, took a deep breath, and leaped out like a cannonball.

"Two meters and eighty centimeters." Teacher Liu wrote it down in her notebook, her tone full of admiration. "Not bad, the sports committee member is something else."

Zhang Mingyuan walked out of the sandpit, clapped his hands, and had no expression on his face, but Lin Bei noticed that the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

Wang Jun was the third to jump. He stood behind the take-off line, took a deep breath, and then leaped with all his might.

The entire movement can be broken down into four steps: First, the jump. Full of momentum, like a missile about to be launched. Second, the airborne phase. Very short, almost negligible. Third, the landing. A loud thud, sand splashing half a meter high from the sandpit. Fourth, the landing. Face down, completely embedded in the sandpit.

A burst of laughter erupted from the group.

Wang Jun climbed out of the sandpit, spat out the sand in his mouth, and looked back at where he had landed.

"1.9 meters." Teacher Liu announced the score expressionlessly, then wrote a number in the small notebook next to her. "Fail. Try harder next time."

Wang Jun dusted the sand off his clothes, walked back to the group, and smiled, showing no sign of disappointment at failing.

"It's alright. Although I jumped short, I landed deep," he said. "That means my kinetic energy was converted into potential energy, and all the potential energy was used to create the crater. Look at that crater, it's bigger than anyone else's!"

Laughter broke out in the group again; some people were so happy they bent over.