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

night.

Lin Bei first opened his phone and posted the two chapters he had written that day. The number of favorites increased by dozens, and more than ten comments urging for more updates appeared in the comment section.

He glanced at it, then exited the background and opened the math workbook.

During the National Day holiday, he set a plan for himself: to do three sets of math practice papers, two sets of physics practice papers, and two sets of chemistry practice papers every day. He believes that English and Chinese can be learned through accumulation, not through cramming; as for biology, history, geography, and politics, he has already read the textbooks twice and memorized all the knowledge points, so he only needs to do a few sets of past exam papers to familiarize himself with the question types.

He was determined to learn to the point of exhaustion; he would continue learning as long as he didn't die.

Top ten in the class.

He took a deep breath and began working on the questions.

My phone vibrated when I was working on the second set of practice papers.

A message from Su Wantang: "Is the jujube cake delicious?"

Lin Bei picked up his phone and replied: "Delicious. My mom said it's sweet but not cloying, with a strong date flavor."

The person on the other end kept typing for a while, then sent a message: "That's good. It was my first time making it, I was afraid it wouldn't taste good."

Lin Bei stared at the message for a few seconds.

This is my first time making it.

It was her first time making jujube cake. She finished it and brought it over.

He replied, "Next time, put in more dates."

"it is good."

Then the other person started typing again, paused for a long time, and finally only sent two words: "Good night".

Lin Bei looked at the "Goodnight" message and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"Good night."

He put his phone face down on the table and continued working on his problems.

By 10:30 PM, he had finished two math practice tests and one physics test. His accuracy rate was about five percentage points higher than last week. It wasn't that his IQ had increased; it was because he had done more practice problems and become familiar with the patterns.

After finishing the push-ups, I took a shower and lay down on the bed.

He closed his eyes, his mind filled with Su Wantang.

[Host, your current heart rate is 88 beats per minute. A normal resting heart rate is 60-80 beats per minute. Yours is above the limit. The system suggests you think about something else, such as mathematical formulas, physical laws, or the demolition compensation for your six houses.]

Lin Bei: ...Can you please stop meddling in everything?

[The system doesn't manage; it reminds you. If you experience insomnia due to a high heart rate, can't run tomorrow morning, experience weight rebound, or suffer a decline in appearance, Su Wantang's jujube cake might have to be given away.]

Lin Bei: ...

He turned over and pulled the blanket over his head.

Damn it, I'll have to run two extra kilometers tomorrow morning.

National Day holiday.

Lin Bei goes for a run every morning, comes back to eat breakfast made by Su Wantang, and then goes back to his room to do his homework. He works on math, physics, and chemistry in rotation, completing each set of problems and checking the answers. He then stores the wrong questions in his memory palace, noting the reasons for the mistakes and the correct solutions.

[The host's memory palace currently stores 327 incorrect questions. The system suggests that the host not just store them without reviewing them.]

Lin Bei: I saw it.

When did you watch it?

Lin Bei: Now let's look at it.

【…】

I went out for lunch, chatted with my mother for a bit, and occasionally talked to my father about the house. In the afternoon, I continued doing my homework until 4:30. Then I got up to stretch and did a few sets of push-ups.

After dinner, I wrote two chapters of my novel, and then continued doing homework until 12:30.

Before the holiday, Mr. Gu didn't assign much homework: three math worksheets, two English worksheets, and one essay, which he finished in one day. He spent the rest of his time studying.

On October 5th, the demolition notice for the old city area was officially released.

The message was from Chen Guodong. Lin Bei was working on a physics test at the time when his phone vibrated. He picked it up and saw a message and a photo.

The photo shows a red-headed document posted on the wall at the entrance of the alley, signed by the Jiangcheng People's Government and dated October 5, 2012. The notice states that the Chengnan area (south of Zhongshan Road, east of Yanjiang East Road, and west of Liudi Alley) has been included in the first batch of demolition areas of the old city renovation project.

Lin Bei stared at the photo for several seconds.

finally come.

In the previous life, this announcement was released after the National Day holiday. The fact that it was released earlier in this life indicates that the flapping of his butterfly wings has already begun to change things.

He replied, "Uncle Chen, thank you. I'll treat you to drinks another day."

Chen Guodong replied instantly: "Your dad owes me wine, but you haven't drunk it yet. You can owe him for now."

Lin Bei smiled, put his phone face down on the table, and continued working on his problems.

In the afternoon, Zhou Ziheng sent a message, which contained no text, only a screenshot.

It's the backend data for his novel.

Collections: 203.

Lin Bei looked at the number and replied, "It went up?"

Zhou Ziheng replied instantly: "It went up by over a hundred. Brother Bei, I changed the book title, and guess what? It really worked!"

Lin Bei remembered that he had previously suggested Zhou Ziheng change the book's title. Later, Zhou Ziheng changed "Memoirs of a Campus Genius" to "Rebirth of the Strongest Genius".

"I knew your book title sounded like study material," Lin Bei typed.

"It's not just a problem with the title. I deleted the first 100,000 words and rewrote the beginning."

Lin Bei's finger paused on the screen for a moment.

"All 100,000 words deleted?"

"Deleted it all." Zhou Ziheng sent a grinning emoji. "My hands were shaking when I deleted it, but my dad said, 'You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub.' I thought to myself, I don't have any kids, what I'm reluctant to part with are the words. I gritted my teeth and deleted it. For the new beginning, I added hooks and made it more relatable, just like you said. I wrote the protagonist as an ordinary person, not the kind of protagonist in a wish-fulfillment novel who gets a cheat code right from the start."

He paused, then added, "The editor said the new opening is significantly better than the previous one, and gave it a recommendation. Then the number of favorites increased."

Lin Bei looked at the message and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

This skinny guy may not have many other skills, but he has two things that are real: shamelessness and perseverance. Deleting 100,000 words is a death sentence for many authors. He gritted his teeth and deleted them, then rewrote them, and continued posting. If it flopped, he revised it again, and posted it again.

"Keep it up," Lin Bei typed.

"Brother Bei, how many copies of that book do you have in your collection?"

Lin Bei glanced at the backstage area.

"813".

There was a five-second silence on the other end, then a voice message came through. Lin Bei opened it, and Zhou Ziheng's voice boomed from the phone, making his eardrums ring: "Over eight hundred?! I just broke two hundred, and you've got over eight hundred? Are we writing the same thing?!"

"Keep your voice down," Lin Bei typed. "You only finished making the changes a few days ago, right? Your price will go up in a few days."

"The monthly exam is in a few days!" Zhou Ziheng sent another voice message, his voice carrying a sense of impending doom. "My mom said if I don't do well on the exam, she'll confiscate my phone! If she does, I won't be able to update anymore!"

Lin Bei leaned back in his chair, thought for a moment, and typed: "Then do well on the exam."

"Brother Bei, do you think I have a chance of doing well on the exam?"

Lin Bei thought for a moment, then typed: "What do you think?"

Zhou Ziheng was silent for a few seconds: "I think it's unlikely."

"Then why did you ask?"

"I'm going to revise the article. Goodnight, Brother Bei."