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

Friday.

After his morning run, Lin Bei went to room 502 for breakfast as usual.

Today, Su Wantang made millet porridge, served with a side of pickled cucumbers and two poached eggs. The poached eggs were much better than last week; the edges were crispy, and the yolks were just set. She's getting the heat under control more and more precisely.

"Your cooking skills have improved quite a bit lately," Lin Bei said, taking a bite of a fried egg and speaking indistinctly.

Su Wantang glanced at him, then lowered her head to drink her porridge, the tips of her ears turning slightly red.

"You'll get better with practice," she said softly.

Lin Bei chewed a couple of times, then suddenly realized. She'd been making him breakfast every morning for almost twenty days now... without realizing it.

He didn't say anything, but lowered his head and drank the porridge in the bowl clean.

"On Sunday morning," Lin Bei put down the bowl, "I went to Shen's house to play chess. For breakfast in the morning..."

"I'll make it for you." Su Wantang answered quickly, so quickly that she herself was taken aback for a moment. Then she lowered her head and said in an even softer voice, "Make it early. You can go after you've eaten."

Lin Bei looked at her.

Her eyelashes drooped, casting a small fan-shaped shadow under her eyes.

"Okay," he said.

Su Wantang's lips curved slightly, a small curve, but Lin Bei could see it clearly.

Saturday.

The last day of class before the National Day holiday.

Before school ended, Teacher Gu gave a final pep talk for the monthly exam. He stood on the podium, his hair still perfectly styled, but his tie was a little looser than usual, probably because he was tired after teaching for six consecutive days.

"During the seven-day National Day holiday, I won't say anything like 'You all need to study hard.' I'll just say one thing..." His gaze swept across the classroom, "When you come back on October 8th, it will be clear on your report cards who studied and who played during the holiday. You can decide for yourselves."

He paused, then added, "I've posted the assignment in the QQ group. Print it out yourself. If you don't have a printer, you can copy it by hand."

The classroom was filled with wails.

Wang Jun raised his hand from the back row: "Teacher, my printer is broken."

"Handwritten copy".

"Teacher, my hand is injured too."

"Then use your feet."

The whole class burst into laughter. Wang Jun looked down at his feet, his expression serious as he considered the feasibility.

Sunday morning.

At six o'clock, before the alarm clock rang, Lin Bei woke up.

The system's voice suddenly sounded.

[Good morning, host. We're going to the Shen family's house for a chess game today. Friendly reminder: Don't be nervous.]

[Additionally, the host's weight has dropped to 93.6 kg. From 100.5 kg to 93.6 kg, a loss of nearly 7 kg. It is suggested that the host be a little narcissistic when looking in the mirror.]

Lin Bei ignored the system, put on his sportswear, and went out.

The corridor was quiet. The door to 502 was closed, but a sliver of light shone through the crack, casting a thin, bright line on the corridor floor.

She's already up.

Lin Bei smiled slightly and went downstairs.

He ran six kilometers along the river embankment, almost a minute faster than usual. He felt his stamina had improved considerably.

After running, I got home, took a shower, and changed into clean clothes. A dark blue sweatshirt and black casual pants, the same ones I wore when I went to the Shen family's house last time.

I went to 502 to have breakfast with Su Wantang, then said goodbye and left.

On the bus, Lin Bei went through the chess game record in his memory palace, like a review session before an exam.

When Lin Bei arrived at Yunqi Mountain Villa at 9:30 a.m., he was half an hour earlier than the agreed time.

The security guard already recognized him and greeted him as "Student Lin." This time, when he arrived, the security guard opened the door for him.

"The old man has been waiting since early morning," the security guard said with a smile. "He said he was very happy to have a new chess friend today."

Lin Bei nodded and walked uphill.

When I arrived at the villa's entrance, the door was already open.

The elderly man stood in the entryway, wearing a dark gray Tang suit, his hair neatly combed, and he looked very healthy.

"Xiao Lin, you're here?" The old man's voice was loud and clear, full of energy.

"Hello, Grandpa Shen." Lin Bei changed his shoes and went inside.

"Come, come, sit down and have some tea." The old man pulled his arm and led him into the living room.

There was no one in the living room. Shen Wancheng wasn't there, and neither was Shen Qingzhi.

"Qingzhi's dad went to the company today; he's been very busy," the old man said while making tea. "Qingzhi is doing her homework upstairs; she'll come down in a bit. Let's play chess first."

Lin Bei sat down on the sofa. The old man set up the chessboard, with sixteen pieces for each side, neatly arranged at both ends.

"Xiao Lin, shall we go first or should I go first?" The old man sat down, tapping his fingers lightly on his knees.

"Grandpa Shen, you go first," Lin Bei said.

The old man glanced at him and smiled: "You want to test my methods?"

Lin Bei didn't say anything, he just smiled and thought to himself, "I'm just respecting the elderly and caring for the young." Of course, he didn't dare say it out loud.

The old man didn't stand on ceremony, picked up the cannon, and placed it in the center. He took the red cannon and went first.

Lin Bei looked at the chessboard, and the memory palace in his mind began to operate.

In the first few moves, he doesn't need to think. After storing hundreds of game records in his mind, various common opening variations automatically come to mind. The Cannon Opening versus the Screen Horse Opening is one of the most classic openings.

He jumped off the horse.

The old man jumped off the horse.

He jumped off the horse again.

An elderly person drives a car.

Lin Bei responded calmly and methodically, each move following the most conventional approach. By the tenth move, he had a general idea of ​​what to expect. The old man's style was steady; he preferred controlling the board to aggressive attacks.

However, he didn't come to play chess to win. Making the old man happy was more important than winning.

He deliberately played it safe. It wasn't that he was intentionally giving away a child; he was just choosing the safest path for each step.

As the game entered the middlegame, the old man made a move with his cannon, preparing to checkmate the opponent. Several possible responses flashed through Lin Bei's mind instantly. He chose the most stable one, keeping the situation at a balance where "Red has a slight advantage, but Black can hold on."

In the endgame, both sides had only their rooks, knights, cannons, and advisors/elephants remaining. Lin Bei deliberately moved his knight to a position where it could be captured, but not obviously. The old man hesitated for a moment and then didn't capture it.

Finally, the old man took a step, leaving Lin Bei's horse with nowhere to go.

"I lost," Lin Bei said.

The old man paused for a moment, stared at the chessboard for several seconds, and then looked up at Lin Bei.

"you……"

"Grandpa Shen played the endgame really well," Lin Bei said. "When that chariot came crashing down, my horse had nowhere to go."

The old man looked into his eyes for two seconds.

Then he laughed.

"You little rascal..." He shook his head, a hint of amusement in his voice, "That's interesting. You were deliberately letting me win, weren't you?"

"No," Lin Bei said. "I really didn't see that car."

He said this with a sincere expression.

The system detected that the host's micro-expression management was excellent; there was no blinking, no blushing, and no wavering in the voice. The system gives the host's acting skills a score of 9.2.

Lin Bei ignored the system.

The old man didn't ask any further questions. He began to collect the chess pieces, slowly putting the red side's rooks, knights, and cannons back into the chess box.

The corners of his mouth curved slightly, a small curve, but Lin Bei noticed it.

He knew the old man was happy.