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

Where should Chapter 83 be added?

Lin Bei's ears began to burn, and the thought that had just formed in his mind was extinguished before it could even take shape. Some secrets are not meant to be "dispelled," but rather to be respected and awaited.

He looked away and took a deep breath.

Forget it, I won't try.

Next, Lin Bei opened the attribute panel.

Host: Lin Bei

Age: 16 years old

Height: 178cm

Weight: XNUM X kg

Appearance: 6/100

Body type rating: 18/100

IQ score: 72/100

Emotional Intelligence Score: 38/100

Charm rating: 17/100

His weight dropped from 93.6kg to 91.4kg, and his body composition score increased by 2 points from "16" to "18". Perhaps due to his interactions with Su Wantang, Grandpa Shen, and Shen Wancheng, his emotional intelligence rose from 36 to "38". The external changes brought about by the successful weight loss, as well as the changes in his inner temperament brought about by his interactions with Su Wantang and the Shen family, naturally increased his charm score by 1 point, from 16 to 17.

Lin Bei looked down at his stomach, which was still protruding, but not as exaggerated as before. At least he could see his toes when he looked down.

After more than a month of running, doing push-ups, jumping rope, and controlling his diet, he did lose weight, but he still looked a bit chubby, mainly because he hadn't lost the fat around his stomach.

这一个多月，他变化挺大的。颜值从惨不忍睹的1分升到了6分；体型值从8跑到了18；智商从65提到了72；情商从32涨到了38；魅力值更是从3跳到了17。

He stared at the 5 unallocated attribute points, lost in thought: Where should he add them?

Boost intelligence? He definitely needs to improve his math and science. Boost charisma? Seems like no rush. Boost looks? A 6 or an 11 out of 10, people won't give him a second glance, it's not a big deal.

"Never mind, I'll think about it when I get back." Lin Bei turned off the attribute panel, pulled himself out of his thoughts, and turned his gaze back to the report card.

He stared at the numbers, and the corners of his mouth curved up again.

Regardless, they went from last place to the top nine.

Worth it.

Just then, Zhou Ziheng walked over.

Lin Bei looked at him: "Your mom really will confiscate your phone?"

"Really." Zhou Ziheng's voice was muffled. "She said last time that if you don't get into the top 30 in the monthly exam, you have to hand in your phone. I was 35th, five places short."

"So what do you plan to do?"

Zhou Ziheng's expression was tragic: "I plan to write a will before the parent-teacher conference."

"A suicide note?"

"It wasn't a suicide note," Zhou Ziheng said. "It was a letter of self-criticism, three thousand words long, which included my attitude towards studying over the past month, my mistakes in the exam, and my future plans. It was a preemptive strike, a sincere expression of apology, and an attempt to gain leniency."

"Do you find it useful?"

"I don't know." Zhou Ziheng thought for a moment, "But at least I tried. Just like when I write a novel, even though it flopped before, I revised and improved it. You have to have the right attitude."

"Keep it up," Lin Bei said.

"Brother Bei, you too," Zhou Ziheng said. "Your book, 'Rebirth of the Strongest Male God,' has over a thousand favorites, right?"

"Almost there."

"Then you should update extra this week! The monthly exams are over, there's plenty of time!"

Lin Bei's lips curved slightly: "I'll try my best."

"See you next week." Zhou Ziheng waved and dragged his schoolbag out of the classroom, his steps heavy as he headed to get a tooth pulled.

Lin Bei rode his electric scooter home with Su Wantang.

The osmanthus flowers are still in bloom, and the air is sweet.

"You're ninth," Su Wantang's voice drifted from behind. "Better than expected."

"Um."

"So, can you get into the top five in the next monthly exam?"

Lin Bei thought for a moment.

"I don't know. But I can try."

Su Wantang's hand on his waist paused slightly, then tightened gently.

"Then give it a try," she said.

A sweet fragrance of osmanthus blossoms wafted in the breeze, just as it had when they arrived. But Lin Bei felt that it seemed even sweeter than before.

The electric scooter turned into the residential area, Lin Bei parked the scooter, and Su Wantang jumped off the back seat.

Lin Bei locked his car, and Su Wantang was waiting for him. The two walked up the stairs together.

She went into 502, and he went into 501.

Lin Bei opened the door, and Wang Xiulan was carrying dishes out of the kitchen.

"You're back? How did the exam go?" She placed the dishes on the table, her apron still on, her hands still damp.

Ninth place.

Wang Xiulan paused for a moment. She looked up at Lin Bei, her eyes shining, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved into a smile, but what she said was, "Ninth place? Didn't you say you wanted to be in the top five?"

"Mom, I came in last place last time."

"Oh, right." Wang Xiulan nodded, turned around and walked towards the kitchen, took two steps and then stopped, turned back, and said, "You've made great progress."

"Thank you, Mom."

"No need to thank me, the food is ready. Wash your hands and eat."

Wang Xiulan's voice drifted from the kitchen, accompanied by the clanging of a spatula against a wok. Lin Bei noticed that her tone was a half-tone higher than usual; she was suppressing her joy.

Lin Jianhua came out of the bathroom, holding a towel to dry his hands. He glanced at Lin Bei, said nothing, walked over and sat down at the dining table, picked up his chopsticks, and took a piece of braised pork.

He chewed twice before speaking, "Ninth place?"

"Um."

Lin Jianhua nodded and picked up another piece of meat.

"You're better than your dad," he said. "I was at the bottom of my class in high school."

Lin Bei sat down opposite him and picked up his bowl: "Dad, you told me that you were second to last in your class in high school."

"Really?" Lin Jianhua thought for a moment. "Then who came in last place?"

"You said you don't remember."

"Maybe I'm mistaken," Lin Jianhua said calmly, picking up another piece of meat. "Perhaps I am indeed in last place."

Wang Xiulan came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of soup. Hearing this, she rolled her eyes at him: "Your son got ninth place, and you're starting to argue about getting last place?"

"This is called remembering the bitter past to appreciate the sweet present," Lin Jianhua said.

"You're just trying to make yourself look good."

Lin Jianhua wisely shut up and lowered his head to eat his rice.

Lin Bei watched his parents chatting away, a slight smile playing on his lips, before lowering his head to eat.

The braised pork was stewed until it was tender and melted in his mouth. He chewed a couple of times, then suddenly remembered something.

"Dad, have the compensation details for the old town area been released yet?"

Lin Jianhua put down his chopsticks, took out his phone from his pocket, and scrolled through it.

"Your Uncle Chen sent a message this afternoon saying that, according to inside information, the details will be finalized soon, within the next week or two." He paused, "He also said that someone who does demolition assessments privately revealed that, based on the current market conditions, the compensation standard in Tongbai Lane will start at least at 800,000 yuan, which is more than 300,000 yuan higher than when we bought it."

Lin Bei nodded without saying anything.

Lin Jianhua put down his phone, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip.

"We'll just wait for the compensation," Lin Bei said. "The assessors all said it'll start at least at 800,000. We don't have to do anything, we just have to wait."

Lin Jianhua nodded: "Okay, I'll do as you say."

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

He sat down at his desk and opened the properties panel.