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

After finishing the game of chess, Lin Bei stayed to have dinner with Grandpa Shen and Shen Qingzhi, while Shen Wancheng took Wang Kangrong and Li Zeyun to a restaurant.

On the way home, on the bus, Lin Bei kept thinking. He thought about Li Zeyun's three-step plan, where to push the first domino, and how to make Shen Wancheng discover the problem himself, instead of having him tell him.

He got off the bus, walked into the residential area, and went upstairs.

As he passed by apartment 502, the door was ajar, and he could hear the sound of a television playing inside. Su Wantang was probably watching TV. He hesitated for a moment, then didn't knock.

He's still preoccupied with Li Zeyun's matter, and even if he goes in, he won't be able to concentrate. He might as well sort out his own affairs first.

He opened the door to room 501 and went inside.

Lin Bei went into the bedroom and closed the door.

He sat down at his desk and stared blankly for a long while.

Then, he slowly sorted out his thoughts.

Once the compensation details are released, Shen Wancheng's company's bidding process will accelerate. If Li Zeyun's falsified data is used in the bidding, it will cause irreversible real losses. He must ensure Shen Wancheng discovers the problem before the compensation details are released and before the data is used.

If we wait for the detailed rules to be released before taking action, it may be too late.

Time is tight and the task is heavy.

He doesn't necessarily need to directly expose Li Zeyun; he just needs to make Shen Wancheng notice the problem.

He only needed to do one thing: provide Shen Wancheng with independent market data so that Shen Wancheng could compare it himself.

This data cannot directly prove that Li Zeyun fabricated information, but it can draw Shen Wancheng's attention to a fact: the data provided by Li Zeyun does not match the market information from independent sources.

Given Shen Wancheng's capabilities and resources, once he begins to doubt Li Zeyun's data, he will definitely investigate. If he investigates thoroughly, the falsehood will be revealed, and Li Zeyun will not be able to hide it.

As for whether Shen Wancheng will discover anything after the comparison, that's not something Lin Bei needs to worry about.

After all, he's just a 16-year-old high school student; he can't possibly "bring down" a corporate executive directly. The most effective thing he can do is to let someone capable do it.

Where could he find such independent market data? Lin Bei thought of someone—Chen Guodong, the real estate agent who helped him buy six houses.

But how can he explain why he asked Chen Guodong for detailed demolition data for the old city area?

Knowing about the compensation for his six houses is one reason, but if Chen Guodong only thinks he wants to know about the compensation, he won't give him too much detailed data.

He had to come up with another reason.

Mom, I'm going to make up another lie, even though it's another white lie.

He scrolled through his contacts, found Chen Guodong's number, and dialed it.

I answered the phone after it rang twice.

"Xiao Lin? What's wrong?" Chen Guodong's voice came from the other end of the phone, filled with professional enthusiasm.

"Uncle Chen, I'd like to ask you something." Lin Bei leaned back in his chair, trying to make his tone sound casual. "I heard the preliminary survey data for the old city area in the south is out. Could you get me a copy?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. Chen Guodong probably hadn't expected a high school student to ask that question.

"Yes," Chen Guodong said. "Although the detailed rules haven't been released yet, people in the industry have already reached a consensus based on the situation of surrounding projects and preliminary data. It's not the official final version, but it's not far off. However, if you only want to know about the compensation for your own house, you don't need that much detailed data, right?"

"I want to write a social practice report," Lin Bei said. "It's an assignment from the school about the renovation of the old city."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, then a reply, "Okay, I'll put together a copy. How should I send it to you?"

"Do you have an electronic version?" Lin Bei asked.

"Yes," Chen Guodong said.

"Then please send it to my QQ email." Lin Bei smiled. "Uncle Chen, I'll treat you to drinks another day."

"Your dad still owes me wine, and you're going to owe me more?"

"Pay back in one lump sum."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Bei sat back down at his desk and opened his physics workbook.

My phone vibrated around 3 p.m.

Su Wantang sent a message: "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll go buy groceries."

Lin Bei stared at the message for two seconds, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"You cook?"

"Hmm. It's the weekend today, I want to try some new dishes."

Lin Bei thought for a moment and replied, "Whatever. I'll eat whatever you make."

The other person kept typing for a while before finally sending a message: "Then I'll buy it. Don't be picky."

"I don't mind."

Lin Bei put his phone face down on the table and continued working on his problems. But the smile on his lips never faded.

In the evening, there was a knock on Lin Bei's door. He opened it, and Su Wantang stood there holding a plastic bag: "Come over for dinner at seven."

"it is good."

At 7:00 AM sharp, Lin Bei stood at the door of 502 and knocked.

The door opened. Su Wantang was wearing a light blue loungewear set, her hair tied in a low ponytail, and a faint blush on her face, whether from the steam of the cooked food or something else, it was hard to tell.

[The system has detected that the host is over-interpreting. They're just blushing; don't overthink it.]

Lin Bei: "..."

On the table were three dishes and a soup: braised pork ribs, stir-fried bok choy, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup.

Lin Bei sat down. Su Wantang sat down opposite him, picked up her chopsticks, and placed a piece of pork rib in his bowl. "Try it. This is my first time making braised pork ribs, so it might not taste as good as Auntie's."

Lin Bei took a bite. The ribs weren't stewed until they were very tender, so they were a bit tough to chew, but the taste was alright, just the right amount of saltiness, and the caramelized sugar was also well done.

"It's delicious," he said. "Even better than my mother's."

Su Wantang glanced at him, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Last time you said my porridge tasted better than Auntie's, and the time before that you said my poached eggs smelled better than Auntie's. If Auntie knew, wouldn't she be heartbroken?"

"No." Lin Bei said without changing his expression, "My mother said she's very happy that someone can compete with her for the position of 'Lin Family's Head Chef'."

"Did Auntie really say that?"

"The exact words were, 'That girl is quite skilled; I'll have her teach me sometime...' But when she said that, she was holding a spatula and her expression looked a bit like she was declaring war."

Su Wantang couldn't help but laugh. After laughing twice, she realized something was wrong, pursed her lips, lowered her head and continued eating, but the tips of her ears were bright red.

The two ate their meal quietly. The television was on, showing a variety show, with bursts of laughter. Outside, it was already dark, and the streetlights cast a dim, yellowish glow that shone through the gaps in the curtains.

A guest's voice came from the TV: "This is so hard for me..."

Lin Bei looked up and sighed inwardly, "This is so tough for me..."

You are fatter than him.

Lin Bei's lips twitched.

After dinner, Lin Bei helped Su Wantang clear the table and wash the dishes. The two stood in the kitchen, one washing and the other wiping, neither speaking, but working together seamlessly. The sound of running water and the clinking of bowls created an exceptionally quiet atmosphere in the small kitchen.

Lin Bei finished wiping the last bowl and draped the rag over the faucet. He was about to put the bowl in the cupboard when he turned around and found Su Wantang standing behind him, very close to him, close enough that he could smell the shampoo in her hair.

Let's see the wealth of people one by one.

[Host detected to be less than 40 centimeters away from Su Wantang. Host is advised to retreat. Why? Because you just ate garlic.]

Lin Bei: "..."

Su Wantang was the first to react and took half a step back.

"Are the dishes...washed?"

"I'm done washing."

"Then... go back."

"it is good."

He returned to 501.

Wang Xiulan was watching TV on the sofa when she saw him come back. She casually asked, "Did you eat across the street?"

"Um."

"What did you eat?"

Braised pork ribs.

"Is it tasty?"

"It's delicious. But not as delicious as yours."

Wang Xiulan smiled slightly, didn't ask any more questions, and turned the TV volume down two notches.

[The system detected that the host gave conflicting comments about his mother and Su Wantang. The system reminds the host: If they ever sit down for a meal together, the host needs to prepare his words in advance.]

Lin Bei: "..."