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

Chapter 63 is empty.

Lin Bei paused for a moment, and his ears turned red at a visible speed.

"Mom, what are you saying...?"

"What did I say?" Wang Xiulan asked innocently. "I said that girl across the hall, Su Wantang. You bring her lunch every day, and she makes you breakfast every day. What do you call that? 'Helping each other'?"

"It's about helping each other."

"Oh." Wang Xiulan picked up her soup bowl, took a sip, and said slowly, "That's good. Helping each other and making progress together. Mom supports you."

Lin Bei didn't dare to reply and buried his head in his rice.

After finishing his meal, Lin Bei helped his mother clear the table and then returned to his bedroom.

He sat down at his desk, opened his notebook, and began to organize the content of today's class.

After organizing his notes, he started doing push-ups. He did twenty-five, divided into three sets.

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

The countdown to the monthly exam is 19 days.

Top ten in the class.

He got up and took a shower. Standing in front of the mirror, he looked at himself. His pimples had lessened, and his stomach had shrunk a bit.

I turned off the lights and lay down on the bed.

Outside the window, the lights in apartment 502 across the street were still on.

She's still awake.

Lin Bei closed his eyes, and the scene from noon earlier that day flashed through his mind. Wan Tang sat next to him, pushed her lunchbox towards him, and said, "Waiting for you."

He watched the scene again.

[System's last message for today: Host, the system detected you smiling. Goodnight, host. Remember to go for a run tomorrow morning, or your braised pork ribs will turn into a swimming ring around your stomach.]

Lin Bei ignored the system.

But the smile on his lips never faded.

Wednesday.

This morning, the two apartments in Zhifang Lane were also acquired. Lin Bei's father went to sign the contracts and submitted the transfer documents. Apartment number 47 was for 35 yuan, and apartment number 83 was for 43 yuan. The transfer of ownership for the two apartments previously registered under Lin Bei's name has also been completed. So far, four apartments have been secured.

Thursday.

During the break between the second and third periods in the morning.

The classroom was noisy; some were doing homework, some were eating snacks, and some were chasing and playing in the hallway. Lin Bei sat in the last row by the window, looking down as he organized his math notes from the previous class.

My phone vibrated.

He picked it up and saw that it was a message from Su Wantang.

The message was very short, consisting of only one line:

"Zhao Yumei was sentenced to seven years."

Lin Bei stared at the line of text for a few seconds.

Seven years.

He put down his pen and looked up at the front of the classroom. Su Wantang sat there, her phone face down on the table, head down, her expression unreadable. Her shoulders were slightly slumped, like someone who had just crossed the finish line after running a long marathon. Her legs were still moving forward with inertia, but she knew in her heart that she could stop.

Lin Bei lowered his head and typed a few words:

"How are you?"

After the message was sent, he saw her pick up her phone, glance at it, and pause her finger on the screen for a few seconds before his phone vibrated.

"It's okay. It's just a little..." The other person's typing status remained unchanged for a while, and finally only two words were sent.

"It's empty."

empty.

Lin Bei looked at those two words and suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

Zhou Ziheng, sitting in the front row, leaned over, his eyes behind his glasses narrowing into slits.

"Brother Bei, who are you talking to? You look so serious."

Lin Bei placed his phone face down on the table: "Nobody."

"Nobody here?" Zhou Ziheng lowered his voice. "Brother Bei, are you chatting with Su Wantang?"

Lin Bei glanced at him.

Zhou Ziheng tactfully withdrew, then leaned back a couple of seconds later: "By the way, how many copies of that book do you have in your collection?"

"More than three hundred."

"More than three hundred?!" Zhou Ziheng's voice rose half a tone. The two students in front of him turned around and glanced at him. He quickly covered his mouth and shrank under the desk.

Lin Bei looked down at him: "Aren't you tired of squatting there?"

"I'm not tired. I'm contemplating life."

"What are you thinking about?"

"I've been thinking about why I started writing earlier than you, yet your collection is five times that of mine," Zhou Ziheng poked half his head out from under the table. "I thought about it all night last night, and I finally figured it out."

"What have you figured out?"

"You've chosen a good title for your book."

"...That's it?"

"Really!" Zhou Ziheng crawled out from under the table, sat up straight, and analyzed seriously, "Look at the title 'Rebirth of the Strongest Male God,' 'male god,' how attractive! Readers think the protagonist is a handsome guy, but when they click in, he's actually a fat guy. But that's called a cute contrast. And me? My book is called 'Memoirs of a Campus Genius,' doesn't it sound like final exam review material?"

Lin Bei remained silent for two seconds.

"Your book title... does indeed seem a bit similar."

"Right! My mom saw me writing something last week, glanced at the book title, and asked, 'Are you organizing your study notes?' I said no, I was writing a novel. My mom said, 'Oh, then keep organizing.'" Zhou Ziheng shrugged. "She didn't believe me at all."

Lin Bei couldn't help but laugh.

noon.

The bell rang, and most of the students had left the classroom.

Lin Bei took out an insulated bag from his schoolbag and walked to Su Wantang's seat.

The two ate their meal quietly.

Halfway through their meal, Wang Jun walked in from the classroom door, carrying a bag of spicy strips. He saw Lin Bei and Su Wantang sitting together, paused for a moment, and then grinned.

"Oh, having dinner together again?"

Lin Bei glanced at him.

Wang Jun held up the spicy snack in his hand: "I'm here to get the charger. You guys continue."

He walked to his seat, took a charger out of his desk drawer, turned to leave, then stopped, tilted his head, and looked at Lin Bei with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Brother Bei, have you lost weight recently?"

Lin Bei was taken aback.

"Your face looks smaller." Wang Jun tilted his head and examined it closely. "And your acne is gone. Did you secretly use some skincare products?"

"From running."

Can running get rid of acne?

"I think so."

Wang Jun touched his own face, which was also covered in acne, nodded thoughtfully, took two steps, and then came back: "Then call me next time you go running."

"Are you able to get up?"

"I can't get up."

"Then how did you run away?"

"That's why I didn't say I was going to run," Wang Jun said matter-of-factly. "You can wake me up when you're done running, and I'll get up and have breakfast."

Lin Bei glanced at him. "You fucking want me to wake you up?"

"I don't mind." Wang Jun smiled, then waved and left.

Lin Bei: "..."

Su Wantang stood to the side with her head down, her lips slightly curved, struggling to suppress her laughter.

"Laugh if you want to," Lin Bei said.

Su Wantang finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Lin Bei's heart skipped a beat when he saw that smile.

After finishing her meal, Su Wantang packed up her lunchbox, took out her English textbook from her schoolbag, and began tutoring Lin Bei in English.

After speaking for about twenty minutes, Su Wantang's pen suddenly stopped on the paper.

"Lin Bei".

"Um."

"I want to go see my mom after school this afternoon."