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

Lin Bei looked at the power of attorney, then at his father.

"I've discussed it with your mother." Lin Jianhua's voice wasn't loud, but his tone was firm. "This is your money, so you're in charge. We're just helping you with the paperwork."

Lin Bei was taken aback.

He looked up at his father. His father was leaning back on the sofa, relaxed, but his eyes were serious.

When did you prepare all this?

"This afternoon," Lin Jianhua said, "since you weren't home, I discussed it with your mother and also called your Uncle Chen. He helped me ask a lawyer. The lawyer said it's possible, but there are a few more procedures involved."

Lin Bei fell silent.

He looked at the power of attorney on the coffee table and suddenly remembered his past life. During his sophomore year of college, his father was in a car accident, injuring his leg and unable to drive afterward. He was twenty then, clueless about everything; even the hospital admission procedures were handled by his mother. He sat on a chair in the hospital corridor, watching his mother run around, unable to help with anything.

"Beibei." Lin Jianhua's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Lin Bei raised his head.

"Sign it," Lin Jianhua said, pointing to the contract. "The food's getting cold."

Lin Bei lowered his head and wrote his name in the "Party B" column of the contract.

Lin Bei. Two characters, each stroke distinct.

After finishing writing, he put down his pen and pushed the contract back to the center of the coffee table.

Lin Jianhua picked up the contract, checked it again, and then put it in a kraft paper envelope, placing it on a corner of the coffee table.

"Alright." He stood up, patted his pants, and said, "Let's eat."

Wang Xiulan was already seated at the table, the bowls and chopsticks in front of her neatly arranged. Seeing Lin Bei approach, she smiled slightly and pointed to the chair opposite her: "Sit down."

Lin Bei sat down and looked at the dishes on the table.

Four dishes and a soup, all of which are his favorites. Braised pork ribs, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, cucumber salad, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup.

"Mom, why are you making so much?"

"Your dad's back," Wang Xiulan said. "It's been so long since the whole family ate together."

Lin Bei looked into his mother's eyes. There was a light in those eyes, not the light of tears, but the light of "the whole family being together".

He picked up the bowl, lowered his head, and shoveled a mouthful of rice into his mouth.

"mom."

"Um."

"Thanks."

Wang Xiulan paused for a moment, then laughed: "What are you thanking me for? Eat up, the ribs won't taste good if they get cold."

Lin Bei picked up a piece of pork rib, put it in his mouth, and chewed it a couple of times.

good to eat.

It tasted the same as in his previous life. But in this life, he could enjoy it many more times.

After finishing his meal, Lin Bei returned to his bedroom.

He sat down at his desk, turned on his phone, and glanced at the novel's backend.

Collections: 189.

Several new comments appeared in the comment section: "Author, are you really on a diet? The protagonist's thoughts every time he steps on the scale are exactly like mine!" "Added to favorites, please update!" This chapter is so vivid; I read the part where the protagonist stands by the window looking at the river three times in a row."

Lin Bei stared at the line "I watched the scene where the protagonist stands by the window looking at the river three times in a row," and a strange feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.

Some people read what he wrote carefully. Some people read it three times.

He took a screenshot of that comment and saved it in his memory palace.

Then he opened his memo and began writing Chapter Eleven.

He wrote this chapter smoothly. His fingers flew across the screen, and his thoughts flowed like water from a burst dam. He wrote about the protagonist, Fatty Lin, doing something alone for the first time, not because he was forced, but because he wanted to do it himself.

After he finished writing it, he read it through, changed a few words, and then sent it out.

Just then, a crisp notification sound rang in my mind.

[Ding! The seven-day validity period for the superpower "Crisis Foresight" has expired.]

[Ability Usage Statistics: Valid for 7 days, triggered 1 time. Target: Shen Qingzhi's grandfather (heart attack, successfully intervened). Effectiveness: 100%.]

[System Evaluation: During the validity period of this ability, the host only encountered one person requiring a warning, and successfully prevented that crisis. Some abilities are better used more often, but this ability is better used less often. The host understands the system's meaning.]

Lin Bei leaned against the sink and remained silent for a moment.

He used this ability to save someone.

But if that ability were still there, would he see another person on the street about to get into trouble? He didn't know. He only knew that starting tomorrow, he would no longer have this "radar." People walking on the street would just be ordinary people in his eyes.

What is the host thinking?

"I was thinking... if that old man had fallen ill a day later, I wouldn't have seen him."

[The system doesn't offer comfort. But it can say: The host has done what you could. The ability is gone, but the person remains. The old man is alright now, and that's the most important thing.]

Lin Bei bent down and began to do push-ups.

He did eight in one go. He couldn't get up halfway through the ninth one, but he gritted his teeth and held on for fifteen seconds before collapsing.

He lay on the ground panting for a while, then rolled over and stared at the ceiling.

[Host improved their push-up performance from six to eight per set today. The system has been watching your recent progress. Although the system may be sarcastic, it sees the improvement. Keep it up!]

Lin Bei got up to take a shower. Hot water flowed down his stomach, and he glanced down. It was still round, but not as bulging.

The face in the mirror is still round, but there are fewer pimples and the skin isn't as yellow. It's like someone increased the saturation and added a soft-focus filter.

[The host's appearance score has increased from 4 to...5 points under system evaluation.]

Lin Bei was taken aback: "When did the price go up?"

[Just now. The host stood in front of the mirror for ten seconds, and the system reassessed the host's appearance. The change wasn't huge, but there was definitely a difference. Acne decreased by about 20%, skin smoothness improved by about 10%, and complexion improved by about 8%. Overall, the appearance rating went from 4 to 5. Although it was only a one-point increase, it shows the host's efforts weren't in vain. Continue losing weight, continue skincare, continue improving, and one day the host will go from "I can tolerate looking at her a little" to "She's still presentable."]

Lin Bei stared at himself in the mirror, a slight smile curving his lips.

He silently said to himself, "System, bring up the attribute panel."

A semi-transparent interface suddenly unfolded before my eyes.

Host: Lin Bei

Age: 16 years old

Height: 178cm

Weight: XNUM X kg

Appearance: 5/100

Body type rating: 13/100

IQ score: 72/100

Emotional Intelligence Score: 36/100

Charm rating: 16/100

Lin Bei's gaze lingered on "Body Size Value: 13". The last time he checked, it was 11, but now it had risen to 13. In other words, his weight had dropped from 97.9kg to 96.3kg, a loss of 1.6kg, and his Body Size Value had naturally increased by 2 points.

Not bad.

He glanced at "Appearance: 5" again, and the corners of his mouth curved up even wider.

While 5 points and 4 points may seem insignificant to others, for him, that 1 point is earned through running five kilometers every day, through meticulously controlling his diet, and through drops of sweat.

Lin Bei turned off the light and lay down on the bed.

Outside the window, the lights in apartment 502 across the street were off. The curtains were drawn tightly shut, obscuring the view inside.

She's asleep.

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

He watched the scene again.

Then she turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

Damn, this memory palace is great, but it makes my pillow a bit hard to use at night.