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

"Okay," Lin Bei said.

Su Wantang's eyelashes trembled slightly, then she lowered her head and continued to highlight key points in her textbook.

"Let's continue. We were just talking about the usage of the relative pronoun 'which'..."

in the afternoon.

The last class was English.

Ms. Fang Yi was lecturing on reading comprehension at a rapid pace. Lin Bei sat in the last row, taking notes and checking the time.

Zhou Ziheng, sitting in front, started to get restless again. He slipped a note under the table with practiced ease, a move that could be described as highly skilled.

Lin Bei unfolded the note, on which a line of words was written in crooked handwriting: "Brother Bei, are you busy after school? If not, why don't you go to an internet cafe? I'm stuck on a plot in my novel, and I want to change the environment to find some inspiration."

Lin Bei wrote three words on the back of the note: "Yes. Accompanying someone."

The note was passed back. A dozen seconds later, it came back again: "With whom? Su Wantang?"

Lin Bei didn't reply.

A dozen seconds later, another note arrived: "Holy crap. Bei-ge, what's going on between you two? You go to school together every day, eat together, and now you walk home together too? Are you pursuing her?"

Lin Bei drew a period on the note and passed it back.

Zhou Ziheng opened the note, stared at the period for several seconds, then glanced back at Lin Bei with a complicated expression. His lips seemed to say: What does the period mean?

Lin Bei ignored him.

Zhou Ziheng turned back and added another line to the note: "Does the period mean 'default'? Brother Bei, say something!"

Lin Bei crumpled the note into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket.

The school bell rang.

Lin Bei walked to Su Wantang's seat, where she had already packed her schoolbag.

"Let's go," she said.

The two walked out of the teaching building together. When they passed the bike shed, Lin Bei pushed out his dark blue electric bike.

"Shall we go by bike?" Su Wantang asked.

"It's convenient to ride a bike. I'll drive slower on the rough roads."

Su Wantang sat sideways in the back seat, her hands naturally resting on his waist.

The electric car drove out of the school gate.

It was rush hour at the school gate, a chaotic mix of pedestrians and vehicles. A boy on a mountain bike passed by, glanced back, and nearly crashed into a parked car. Lin Bei recognized him as a student from the next class, but his name... didn't matter. What mattered was that the boy was looking not at the road, but at Su Wantang.

Lin Bei pressed the horn expressionlessly.

The boy snapped out of his daze, jerked the steering wheel, and passed by, narrowly missing the car's rearview mirror.

Su Wantang chuckled softly from behind.

"What are you laughing at?" Lin Bei asked.

"It's nothing."

The electric scooter passed through the bustling city center and turned onto the highway in the west of the city. The houses on both sides of the road became shorter and shorter, the trees became more and more numerous, and the road surface began to become bumpy and uneven. Lin Bei slowed down, trying to avoid the potholes as much as possible.

Su Wantang placed her hand on his waist and remained silent the whole way.

Forty minutes later, the electric car stopped by the side of a road.

The cemetery gate is made of wrought iron, with the words "Restaurant of Peace" written on the lintel in clerical script, painted with gold paint, though the color has faded. There's a small house near the entrance, where an old man sits, wearing reading glasses and reading a newspaper.

Hearing the sound of the electric scooter, he looked up briefly, then looked down again to continue reading his newspaper, probably because he was used to seeing people coming to sweep the tombs.

Su Wantang got out of the car, and Lin Bei followed behind her.

The cemetery was large, with rows upon rows of tombstones. Pine and cypress trees were planted in the spaces between the tombstones, their trunks thick and looking quite old. Someone had placed a bunch of chrysanthemums in front of a tombstone; the petals were wilted, their edges curled and blackened. Someone was burning paper money, the wisps of smoke rising in the afterglow of the setting sun, appearing particularly desolate.

Su Wantang didn't stop and kept walking inside.

She stopped in the third-to-last row.

The tombstone was made of black granite with gold lettering. In front of it sat a small, withered flowerpot, its soil cracked from dryness.

Lin Bei stood a few steps behind her, without following.

Su Wantang squatted down, took a handkerchief from her schoolbag, and began to wipe the tombstone. Her movements were slow and serious, as if she were doing something very important.

She spoke to the tombstone, her voice so soft it was almost as if she were talking to herself. But the cemetery was so quiet, so quiet that even the sound of the wind seemed superfluous, so Lin Bei managed to make out some fragmented sentences.

"...sentenced to seven years."

"...Dad lives in the old house now. He's thinner and older. But he's started learning to cook. The last time he made scrambled eggs with tomatoes, it was so salty I had to drink two glasses of water."

"...A classmate who lives across the hall has been helping me. His name is Lin Bei, he's the fat guy standing in the back."

Lin Bei's lips twitched.

He stood there, hands in his pockets, pretending to look at the scenery in the distance. But his ears were perked up more than anything.

"...He brought me food every day; his mom's braised pork ribs were especially delicious. He also helped me investigate that woman, found witnesses for me, and helped my dad file a case."

She paused for a moment.

"If it weren't for him..."

She didn't continue.

Lin Bei watched her retreating figure. Her school uniform was a bit loose, and the wind blew from the side, causing the hem to flutter slightly. Her hair was tied in a low ponytail, with a few stray strands blowing in the wind, shimmering with a brownish light in the sunset.

About half a minute later, she spoke again.

"Mom, I'm doing fine now. Really."

Su Wantang stood up, folded the handkerchief, and put it back in her schoolbag. She stood there, looking at the photo on the tombstone for a long time.

"I'll come see you again next time."

Then she turned around and walked towards Lin Bei.

Her eyes were red, but she didn't shed any tears.

"Let's go," she said.

Lin Bei nodded.

The two walked side by side out of the cemetery. When they reached the entrance, the old man reading the newspaper looked up at them again.

"Little girl, have you come to see your mother?" The old man's voice was hoarse, carrying a kind of elderly kindness.

Su Wantang nodded.

"Good child." The old man looked at her, then at Lin Bei. "Is this your brother?"

Su Wantang was stunned for a moment.

Lin Bei was also taken aback.

"...Classmate," Su Wantang said.

"Oh, classmate." The old man nodded, then lowered his head back to look at the newspaper, but the curve of his lips looked more like a smile.

Lin Bei didn't dare look at Su Wantang's expression and quickly walked out of the cemetery.

The electric car drove back along the same route it had come from.

Su Wantang sat in the back seat, her hand on his waist. She hadn't said a word the way there, and she hadn't said a word the way back either. But Lin Bei felt that her hand on his waist was gripping him tighter than it had been on the way there.

It wasn't nervousness, it was a sense of security.

It was already dark, and the streetlights cast a dim yellow glow. The electric scooter slowly made its way from the quiet suburban road into the bustling city.

"Lin Bei." Su Wantang's voice drifted from behind, very softly.

"Um."

"Thank you for coming with me."

"You're welcome."

Lin Bei glanced at her in the rearview mirror.

She kept her head down, the light from the streetlamp flickering across her profile.

Su Wantang didn't say anything more.

But the hand on his waist tightened a little more.

The electric scooter was parked downstairs in the apartment complex. They went upstairs together; she went into apartment 502, and he went into apartment 501.

The moment the door closed, Lin Bei heard a soft "click" from the other side.

He didn't change his shoes immediately, but stood at the door for a few seconds.

Then he changed his shoes and went into the kitchen.

Wang Xiulan was busy at the stove when she heard footsteps. Without turning her head, she said, "You're back? Dinner will be ready soon."

"Mom, make an extra dish tonight."

Wang Xiulan turned around, holding a spatula in her hand: "Why?"

"The verdict in Su Wantang's mother's case was today. Zhao Yumei was sentenced to seven years. She went to the cemetery to visit her mother this afternoon."

Wang Xiulan paused for a moment.

She didn't say anything, turned around, opened the refrigerator, and took out a piece of pork belly.

"Make braised pork," she said. "She loves that."

Lin Bei watched his mother's retreating figure, and a slight smile curved his lips.

"Thank you, Mom."

"What are you thanking me for? It wasn't made for you."

"...And what about me?"

"You need to lose weight."

Lin Bei's lips twitched.

night.

After finishing his meal and washing the dishes, Lin Bei sat down at his desk.

He took out his physics textbook and workbook and started doing the problems.

At 9:30, he finished his push-ups, took a shower, 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.

Su Wantang squatted in front of the tombstone, her voice very soft: "If it weren't for him..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

He then brought up another image. At the cemetery entrance, an old man asked, "Is this your brother?"

When Su Wantang said "classmate", the tips of her ears turned red.

Lin Bei turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

Pillow:"……"