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

It was Lin Bei's turn.

He stood behind the take-off line and took a deep breath.

Weighing 200 pounds, standing in front of the sandpit, his physique alone was enough to attract attention. The surrounding classmates all looked at him, some whispering, "Can he even jump that high?", others whispering, "Don't let him break through the sandpit."

Lin Bei ignored the voices.

He swung his arms back and forth a few times, then suddenly leaped.

In that instant, he felt his body become lighter. It wasn't an illusion; he really did feel lighter. Those five kilometers he'd been running every morning hadn't been for nothing; his jump was much more powerful than before.

His landing wasn't graceful; he was a bit off-balance and stumbled forward before regaining his footing. But when he glanced back at where he landed, his eyes lit up.

"Two and a half meters." Teacher Liu's voice carried a hint of surprise. "Not bad. For someone your weight to be able to jump two and a half meters, your leg strength is impressive."

Lin Bei walked out of the sandpit and patted the dust off his pants.

Two and a half meters. Twenty centimeters short of the passing mark, but much farther than he had expected. In his previous life, he couldn't even jump 1.8 meters; two and a half meters was a number he never dared to dream of back then.

[Host's standing long jump result: 2.3 meters, 0.2 meters short of the passing mark of 2.5 meters. The system suggests that the host continue to strengthen leg muscles through training, such as squats and frog jumps. Of course, given the host's current weight, squats may injure the knees, and frog jumps might make passersby think there was an earthquake. It is recommended to start with wall squats.]

Lin Bei walked back to the group and stood next to Su Wantang.

Su Wantang glanced at him.

"Two meters and three jiao," she said softly, but Lin Bei could hear the meaning in her tone. It wasn't surprise, but an affirmation that "I knew you could do it."

Lin Bei's lips curved slightly.

When the school bell rang, Lin Bei, as usual, rode his electric bike home with Su Wantang.

The evenings in mid-September are already quite short; after the sun sets, it quickly gets dark. The streetlights cast a dim, yellowish light, making the two people's shadows long and overlapping on the ground.

"Lin Bei".

"Um."

"My dad told me not to go on the day Zhao Yumei's case went to trial."

Lin Bei's fingers tightened on the handlebars: "Why?"

"He said he didn't want me to see that kind of scene." Su Wantang's voice was very calm, but Lin Bei could hear the underlying meaning beneath that calmness. It wasn't disappointment, but the helplessness of "I've grown up, you don't need to protect me anymore."

"Want to go?"

Su Wantang remained silent for a few seconds.

"I wanted to go," she said, "but I'm not going."

Lin Bei remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

"My dad's right, that kind of scene isn't suitable for me." Her voice lowered. "Besides, even if I went, it wouldn't change anything. She's already been arrested, the case has been filed, and the evidence has been submitted. Whether I go or not, the result will be the same."

She paused, as if organizing her thoughts or trying to convince herself.

"And..." Her voice trailed off, almost carried away by the wind, "I don't want to see her again. Not even once."

Lin Bei glanced at her in the rearview mirror.

Her expression was calm, but the corners of her mouth were slightly pursed, as if she was holding back something. It wasn't a gesture of "magnanimous forgiveness," but something more real... disgust, and the determination to turn the page.

"Su Wantang," Lin Bei said.

"Um."

"You've grown up."

Su Wantang was stunned for a moment.

Then she gently pinched his waist with her fingers. The pressure was so light that it was almost imperceptible, but Lin Bei felt it.

It wasn't pinching, it was squeezing. It was like a silent response, saying, "I know."

[System Analysis: This isn't pinching, nor is it a tentative touch; it's an instinctive response of "I'm listening to you." This indicates she's become accustomed to physical contact with you and has even begun to subconsciously respond to your words with actions. Of course, the host may not understand this meaning, and the system doesn't expect you to.]

Lin Bei didn't reply; his ears were getting hot.

But he didn't say anything, he just tightened his grip on the car and continued driving forward.

I rode the bike downstairs in the residential area.

Lin Bei parked the car, and Su Wantang jumped out of the back seat. They went upstairs together; she went into 502, and he went into 501.

As soon as I entered, Lin Jianhua's voice came from the living room: "Beibei, you're back?"

Lin Bei changed his shoes and walked into the living room.

Lin Jianhua sat on the sofa, with several sheets of paper on the coffee table in front of him, and a pen and a calculator beside him. The television was on, but the volume was turned down to the lowest possible level, almost inaudible.

"Dad, what are you looking at?"

"Your Uncle Chen brought over the purchase contracts this afternoon." Lin Jianhua pointed to the papers on the coffee table. "The one on Ganghe Street, 450,000 yuan, the homeowner agreed. The one on Tongbai Lane, 480,000 yuan, also agreed."

Lin Bei walked over, picked up the two contracts, and looked at them.

The terms are standard, no problems. Chen Guodong is always meticulous; the contract includes everything that should be included, and nothing that shouldn't be there.

"Dad, what do you think?"

Lin Jianhua leaned back on the sofa and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the armrest.

"I think..." he paused, "you have a better idea than I do."

Lin Bei was taken aback.

He looked up at his father. Lin Jianhua's eyes were bloodshot, with fine lines at the corners of his eyes and a few gray hairs at his temples. He hadn't driven today, and was wearing a dark blue T-shirt with the collar slightly loose. He leaned back on the sofa, his posture relaxed, but his gaze was earnest.

"Dad, I didn't..."

"Let me finish," Lin Jianhua interrupted him.

The living room fell silent for a moment.

"I've been driving long-distance trucks for over a decade, and I've seen more people and things than you have." Lin Jianhua's voice wasn't loud, but he spoke each word slowly. "But when it comes to buying houses, I don't know anything. Your Uncle Chen has been a real estate agent for over a decade, and he knows. But he said it was you who suggested 'buying in smaller units,' it was you who suggested 'no houses with unclear property rights, no houses for people in need,' it was you who stood on the second floor of that house in Tongbai Lane, took one look, and said, 'We'll take this one too.'"

He looked into Lin Bei's eyes.

"A sixteen-year-old girl looked at two houses and made a decision in less than half an hour, and she even talked about it very logically. I believe you if you say it was Shen Qingzhi's father's suggestion. But your own judgment is also real."

Lin Bei opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

"I'm not praising you," Lin Jianhua said calmly. "I'm saying you've grown up. You can make your own decisions about some things now."

He picked up a pen from the coffee table and handed it to Lin Bei.

"I've reviewed the contract, it's fine. Please sign it."

Lin Bei took the pen and looked down at the two contracts.

The first party (Party A) has already signed, but the second party's section is still blank. Lin Jianhua's name does not appear in any section.

"Dad, sign your name," Lin Bei said.

Lin Jianhua shook his head: "This is your money, it's for your house. Sign your name."

"I'm not an adult yet."

"So your mother and I are your guardians." Lin Jianhua took out a piece of paper from under the coffee table. "This is a power of attorney. You sign it, and your mother and I, as your guardians, will handle the house purchase procedures on your behalf. There are no legal issues; your Uncle Chen has consulted a lawyer."