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

Wang Xiulan muttered to herself, "This kid's getting sweeter and sweeter. I wonder where he learned it from."

Lin Jianhua came out of the bathroom and said, "Just like me."

"You?" Wang Xiulan rolled her eyes at him. "When you were pursuing me, the sweetest thing you ever said was, 'The food isn't salty today.'"

Lin Jianhua scratched the back of his head, speechless.

"Your son is much better than you." Wang Xiulan paused, "I can't wait to attend the parent-teacher meeting on Monday."

Lin Jianhua paused for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, "How about I go to the parent-teacher conference this time?"

Wang Xiulan looked at him. "Why? You've never offered to attend our son's parent-teacher conferences before?"

She looked Lin Jianhua up and down, her gaze scrutinizing someone who had suddenly said they were going to cook... It wasn't that she couldn't do it, but something just felt off.

Lin Jianhua said, "Maybe Shen Wancheng will also attend the parent-teacher meeting? I'll go and see. If he can attend, I'll try to get to know him better. After all, he's a wealthy man! It's always good to know a wealthy person."

His eyes sparkled as he said this.

Wang Xiulan looked at him, remained silent for two seconds, and then sneered: "What does it have to do with you if a wealthy person goes to a parent-teacher conference?"

"How can it be okay? They're all in the same class, isn't it normal for parents to chat?" Lin Jianhua said matter-of-factly. "I heard from Beibei last time that Shen Wancheng is quite easy to talk to and doesn't put on airs. It's never a bad thing to know someone like that."

"Why do you know him? He doesn't do long-haul freight." Wang Xiulan's tone was laced with sarcasm.

"You don't understand," Lin Jianhua waved his hand. "For business people, connections are very important. Although I run a freight business, who knows what the future holds..."

"What do you want to do in the future? Start a company?" Wang Xiulan interrupted him.

"I just... said it offhand," Lin Jianhua muttered, turning his head to watch TV.

Lin Bei sat beside him, not saying a word from beginning to end.

But when his father said, "Shen Wancheng might also attend the parent-teacher meeting," he remembered something.

He had previously told his parents that the idea of ​​buying a house as an investment was "suggested by Shen Qingzhi's father."

The original quote was: "Shen Qingzhi told me that her father thinks houses in the old city of Jiangcheng are cheap now, so they can buy a few and wait for them to appreciate in value."

He made that up.

From beginning to end, Shen Wancheng never gave him any advice on buying a house. Shen Qingzhi also didn't convey any message.

Now, his father, Lin Jianhua… a straightforward, outspoken, and honest middle-aged man, is going to a parent-teacher conference. If he runs into Shen Wancheng at the conference, if he excitedly says, "Mr. Shen, thank you for your advice on buying a house for my son," and if Shen Wancheng pauses for a moment…

Lin Bei dared not think any further.

"Dad," he looked at Lin Jianhua, trying to make his tone sound natural, "you'd better not go."

Lin Jianhua was taken aback: "Why?"

Lin Bei's mind raced, quickly eliminating several unreliable reasons, before he said, "Because Old Gu said that this parent-teacher meeting is mainly to analyze the monthly exam results and let parents understand their children's situation at school. You wouldn't know what to talk to the teachers about if you went."

"What are we going to talk about? We're going to talk about how you got ninth place," Lin Jianhua said casually. "My son went from last place to ninth in the class. I'll feel really proud if I go."

"You can go, though..." Lin Bei said calmly. "Old Gu is a very serious person. If he sees parents grinning from ear to ear at the meeting, he'll immediately say, 'It's just a monthly exam, don't be so arrogant.' Do you believe me?"

Lin Jianhua was taken aback. He glanced at Lin Bei, then at Wang Xiulan.

"Besides," Lin Bei pressed on, "do you think someone like Shen Wancheng would sit there and chat with you at a parent-teacher conference? The moment he shows up, all the parents will swarm around him. You won't even be able to squeeze in."

Lin Jianhua thought about it and felt that it made some sense.

Wang Xiulan watched the father and son from the side, a slight smile playing on her lips, and slowly said, "Alright, Lao Lin, I'll go. You're just a roughneck; you'll only embarrass your son if you go."

Lin Jianhua glared at her: "How am I embarrassing?"

"Last time you went to the parent-teacher conference, the teacher asked you, 'How are Lin Bei's study habits at home?' You said, 'I'm always racing cars when he's studying, so I don't know.'" Wang Xiulan continued, "The teacher said, 'What are your expectations for your child's studies?' You said, 'As long as he gets into university, that's fine. If he doesn't, he can go racing cars with me.' All the parents laughed, except for the teacher. After you left, the teacher called me specifically and said, 'Lin Bei's father is quite humorous.'"

Lin Jianhua: "..."

In the end, Lin Jianhua decided not to go, and his parents started talking about other things.

Lin Bei walked into the bedroom, closed the door, and sat down at his desk.

He opened the backend and glanced at it: 1124 favorites. There were more than a dozen comments urging him to update, one of which read, "Author, if you don't update soon, I'll print out your book to use as table legs," a rather unique threat.

Lin Bei took a screenshot and saved it to his memory palace, then quickly went to write the two chapters for today.

After he finished writing two chapters, he did dozens of push-ups. He had just finished showering and lay down on the bed when his phone vibrated. It was a message from Zhou Ziheng.

"Brother Bei! Brother Bei!!!!"

Lin Bei replied, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Ziheng: "My mom confiscated my phone."

"They really confiscated my phone?" Lin Bei was taken aback. Wait a minute, he asked, "Aren't you texting me right now?"

Zhou Ziheng: "I'm using my dad's old phone. Although there are two cracks on the screen and the paint on the edges is worn off, it's still usable. My dad said that when he wanted to be a singer, my grandpa did the same thing and confiscated his guitar. So he understands me very well."

"Your dad is really good to you."

"Of course. That's why I need to work even harder to write my novel. I can't let my dad's 'underground work' down."

"Where's your 'preemptive strike' self-criticism?"

"I wrote it. Three thousand words, handwritten, my fingers almost broke from writing. After my mom read it, she said, 'Good attitude, but I still have to confiscate your phone.' She said she'd give it back to me when I get into the top thirty in my midterms. My mom took my phone, but she can't take my brain. As long as I can still touch a keyboard, I'll keep writing."

Lin Bei typed out a message: "Go for it!!!"

"Thank you for the encouragement, Brother Bei!"

It seemed that Zhou Ziheng had suddenly thought of something, and he sent another message, "By the way, you have another reader."

Lin Bei asked, "What's going on?"

"When my dad saw me reading the latest chapter of your novel on his old phone, he asked me, 'Is this novel good?' I said, 'Yes, it is.' He said, 'Then I'll take a look too.' And he actually did. An hour later, he left a comment in the comments section: 'Author, if you don't update soon, I'm going to print out your book to use as a table leg.'"

Lin Bei: "..."

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