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

After a while, Chen Guodong walked in from outside the courtyard.

"For house number 47, they agreed to lower the price to 35. For house number 83, the homeowner is holding firm; 43 is their bottom line."

Lin Bei breathed a sigh of relief, but his face remained expressionless: "Alright, that's settled then. Let's sign the contract quickly."

"Thank you, Uncle Chen."

"What are you thanking me for? You buy, I earn commission, it's a win-win situation." Chen Guodong put away the keys, patted Lin Bei on the shoulder, and said, "Little Lin, I've been a real estate agent for over ten years, and this is the first time I've seen high school students buy houses like they're buying groceries. Your dad once bought a used car and dragged me around haggling for three days straight, and in the end, the seller begged us not to come back."

Lin Jianhua coughed beside him, "Old Chen, why are you bringing this up..."

Lin Bei's lips curled into a smile. Dad has this glorious history? He haggled for three days until the seller begged for mercy... Just how good at haggling is he?

By the time Lin Jianhua walked out of Zhifang Lane, the sun was already setting. He started the van and drove towards the school.

When the car arrived at the school gate, Lin Bei unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car door.

Lin Jianhua suddenly spoke up: "Beibei, about the contract... how about you have your Uncle Chen send over the draft first, so you can take a look? You know more about these things than your dad does now."

Lin Bei paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

He closed the car door and turned to walk towards the school gate.

[The host's father has evolved from "I'm the one who calls the shots" to "You're the one who calls the shots, son." This evolution is much faster than the host's appearance evolving from a 1 to a 5.]

Lin Bei: Don't drag my looks into this?

[The host's good looks are the system's best negative example; might as well make an example of them.]

Lin Bei: "..."

When I entered the classroom, most of the students were resting on their desks, and the classroom was very quiet.

Su Wantang sat in her seat, two food containers laid out in front of her, eating. She ate slowly, one bite at a time, as if waiting for someone.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up.

"You're back?"

"Hmm." Lin Bei sat down next to her. "Haven't you finished eating yet?"

"Waiting for you." Su Wantang pushed a food container in front of him. "Auntie made too much, I can't finish it. Can you eat some for me?"

Lin Bei looked at the food container, then glanced at her. When she said "waiting for you," her tone was very calm, as if she were saying something very natural. But he knew she had been waiting for almost an hour.

He didn't say anything, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

[System whispers: Su Wantang's "I can't finish it" translates to "I specially saved it for you." If the host can't even understand this, the system suggests that the host's emotional intelligence score be reduced from 36 to 0 and sent back for a complete overhaul.]

Lin Bei cursed inwardly, ignoring the system's mutterings.

"Is everything done?" Su Wantang asked.

"It's done."

Su Wantang nodded and did not ask any further questions.

"Su Wantang," Lin Bei suddenly spoke.

"Um."

"Old Gu said today that there will be a monthly exam after the National Day holiday."

"I know."

"So starting today..." Lin Bei paused, "not only will I tutor you in English, but I also want to ask you questions about math, physics, and chemistry."

Su Wantang looked at him, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"Can you handle it?"

"I can handle it," Lin Bei said, "but I have one condition."

"What are the conditions?"

"You tutor me, and I'll bring you lunch," Lin Bei said. "It's not an exchange, it's... I want to do this."

Su Wantang looked at him for two seconds, then lowered her head, the curve of her lips widening slightly.

"Okay," she said.

When Su Wantang said "okay," the corners of her mouth curved about 15% wider than usual. The system didn't understand what this meant; it was simply recording data. The host can figure it out for themselves.

Lin Bei listened more attentively to the afternoon classes than he did in the morning.

Top ten in the class. This goal was like a taut string, drawing all his attention to the classroom.

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

Su Wantang placed her hand on his waist.

"Lin Bei".

"Um."

"You seemed different in class today than usual."

"What's different?"

"You used to daydream in class," Su Wantang's voice drifted from behind, slightly scattered by the wind. "But you didn't today. I watched the whole class, and you were taking notes the whole time."

Lin Bei remained silent for a moment.

"Because I want to be in the top ten of my class."

Su Wantang gently pinched his waist with her fingers.

"Then I'll help you," she said. "I'll make sure you get in."

They rode their bikes to the apartment building. Lin Bei parked the bike, and Su Wantang jumped off the back seat. They went upstairs together; she went into apartment 502, and he went into apartment 501.

As soon as I entered, Wang Xiulan's voice came from the kitchen: "Beibei, you're back? Your dad called and said those two apartments in Zhifang Lane have been sold? And they're in your dad's name?"

"It's settled. One set is 35, and the other is 43." Lin Bei changed his shoes and went into the kitchen. "Mom, if we buy another one in the future, we'll put your name on it."

Wang Xiulan paused, the spatula in her hand momentarily still. She turned around and looked Lin Bei up and down.

"Write about me?"

"Yes. Dad and I both have them, now it's your turn."

Wang Xiulan glanced at him for a few seconds, then turned back and turned the heat down a little. She stirred the pan a couple of times with the spatula.

"Your dad said you have more ideas than him. I didn't believe it at first, but now I do."

She paused for a moment, the spatula resting on the edge of the pot, making a soft "ding" sound.

"Four houses now..." she said to herself, "I come from an ordinary family, and I never even dared to dream of this."

Lin Bei watched his mother's retreating figure. Her shoulders twitched slightly. It wasn't tears; she was holding back them.

[The system has detected emotional fluctuations in the host's mother. The system suggests the host say something. Don't say "Mom, don't cry," because she isn't crying. And don't say "Mom, cry," because that will make her actually cry. In this situation, the best line is...]

He took a deep breath and stepped into the kitchen.

"Mom, things will get better from now on."

Wang Xiulan didn't turn around, picked up the spatula and continued stir-frying. The oil sizzled, and the aroma of scallions filled the air.

"Alright, go wash your hands, dinner will be ready soon."

Lin Bei turned and walked towards the bathroom.

At dinner time, Wang Xiulan brought out the dishes: braised pork ribs, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, tomato and egg soup, and a bowl of white rice. The rice was piled high, like a small mountain.

"Mom, I'm on a diet."

"Why are you trying to lose weight? You've been running around all day, you need to replenish your energy." Wang Xiulan shoved the chopsticks into his hand. "You can lose weight tomorrow."

Lin Bei looked at the "mountain of rice" in the bowl, and then at his mother's face.

The host's mother's weight loss philosophy can be summarized as "I'll start dieting tomorrow." The core idea of ​​this school of thought is: eat and drink well today, and diet tomorrow. As for what tomorrow will be, that will always remain a mystery.

Lin Bei lowered his head and ate a mouthful of rice.

good to eat.

He picked up a piece of pork rib, chewed it a couple of times, and said, "Mom, you could open a shop with these braised pork ribs someday."

"Open a shop?" Wang Xiulan sat down opposite him. "Who will you sell to? To that little girl across the street?"