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

Old Gu picked up a piece of chalk from the podium, turned around and wrote a line on the blackboard: Class Officer Election.

"Let's run for class monitor first." Old Gu turned around, his gaze sweeping across the classroom. "Those who want to be class monitor should go up on stage and give their campaign speeches. After they finish, a vote will be held on the spot."

The classroom was silent for two seconds, then applause and cheers erupted simultaneously.

"Who's the first one to go up on stage?" Old Gu glanced around the classroom again.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a figure stood up abruptly.

It was Wang Jun, the chubby guy who introduced himself that morning as "not handsome but quite fat," standing at 168cm tall and weighing 168 jin (approximately 84 catties).

He stood up so quickly that the chair almost tipped over backward.

Wang Jun leaped onto the podium in a few strides, his face jiggling as he ran. The chalk broke once while he was writing his name on the blackboard because he was so excited.

But he kept smiling.

Wang Jun patted his round belly, cleared his throat, and said, "Hello everyone, I'm Wang Jun. You can call me Fatty Wang. I'm running for class monitor."

"I know I'm not as handsome as some people in the class, my voice isn't as loud as some people's, and my grades aren't as good as some people's," he said, winking at Li Xiang, "but I have one thing that others may not have..."

He paused.

"I have thick skin."

The classroom was silent for a second, then burst into laughter.

[Host, Wang Jun is using the "self-deprecating humor" skill. This is an advanced social skill; it is recommended that you learn it.]

Lin Bei: How am I supposed to learn? Go on stage and say, "Hello everyone, I'm Lin Bei. I'm not only fat but also ugly. Please choose me!"

[Sure. Although the effects might be slightly different. He calls it humorous, you might call it realistic.]

Lin Bei: ...

"Really, I'm serious." Wang Jun said with a straight face, "Think about it, what is the core skill of a class monitor? Is it running errands? Is it collecting money? No. It's taking the blame. You can't cry when the teacher scolds you, you can't get angry when classmates talk back to you, and you can't run away when the leader criticizes you. And I, Wang Jun, have a natural advantage in this regard. My mom said that I've never been afraid of being embarrassed since I was little. When I was five years old, I wet my pants in a shopping mall and still dared to ask the saleswoman for tissues."

"So choose me. I may not be handsome, but I'm useful. I have maximum tolerance for criticism, maximum skin thickness, and maximum stress resistance."

Thank you everyone!

Wang Jun bowed and stepped down from the podium, not forgetting to pick up the piece of chalk that had fallen on the podium and put it back as he left. Lin Bei noticed this small gesture.

This chubby kid does a good job with the details.

The applause rang out, even more enthusiastic than before.

Old Gu smiled and nodded. "Next."

Li Xiang stood up.

He was wearing a school uniform, his hair neatly combed, and as he stood up, he gently pushed the chair in, his movements very natural. Unlike Wang Jun's "dart" up, he "walked" up, his steps neither fast nor slow, each step steady.

He walked up to the podium, picked up the chalk and wrote his name on the blackboard. Then he turned around, faced the dozens of faces in the class, and gave a humble yet confident smile.

"Hello everyone, I'm Li Xiang. I'm also running for class monitor."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was very clear, and he pronounced each word precisely.

"I served as class monitor for three years in junior high school, so I'm quite familiar with all the class duties. I only have one principle: everyone's business is my business. No matter who it is or what it is, if they come to me, I will do my best to help."

"I'm not the kind of strict class monitor, and I won't tattle on others to the teachers. I hope our class is a very united class, a class that everyone feels warm and cared for."

Thank you everyone.

Li Xiang bowed and stepped down from the podium.

Applause rang out in the classroom; it wasn't enthusiastic, but it was sincere.

Lin Bei leaned back in his chair, watching Li Xiang's retreating figure, lost in thought. In his previous life, Li Xiang was indeed the class monitor, and a rather good one at that. He wasn't the kind of class leader who would cause trouble, but he was very steady, always doing what he was supposed to do, and never saying anything he shouldn't.

In two words: reliable.

But if we were to add a prefix, it would be: serious and reliable.

And Wang Jun? He's "funny and reliable".

Lin Bei activated his mind-reading ability, targeting Li Xiang.

Then Li Xiang's inner thoughts drifted in.

"Did I say something wrong just now? Was the last sentence 'warm' or 'cozy'? Oh no, I can't remember... I think it was 'warm,' it should be 'warm.' Oh well, I've already said it, whatever..."

"I was so nervous, my palms were sweaty, I almost dropped the chalk... Luckily it didn't fall, otherwise I would have been so embarrassed..."

"Wang Jun's story is so funny, everyone seems to like him... Am I being too serious... Oh no, oh no, oh no..."

Lin Bei silently deactivated his mind-reading ability.

So that's how it is. He appeared calm and composed on the stage, speaking eloquently, but inside he was incredibly flustered. However, he didn't let anyone see his panic; he hid all his nervousness behind a smile.

[System Analysis: This is the essence of "reliability." It's not about being reliable when calm, but about remaining reliable even when panicking.]

Lin Bei nodded silently to himself: What you said this time really makes sense.

[The system occasionally speaks human language. Please don't be alarmed.]

Lin Bei: ...

Teacher Gu stood on the podium, chalk in hand: "Alright. The two candidates for class monitor are Li Xiang and Wang Jun. Now, let's vote by raising hands. Those who agree that Li Xiang should be class monitor, please raise your hands."

A flurry of hands shot up in the classroom. Lin Bei counted; there were about twenty people.

"Those who agree that Wang Jun should be the class monitor, please raise your hands."

Another wave of hands went up, about the same number as Li Xiang's, but Lin Bei noticed that there were more girls among those who raised their hands.

[Sociological Observation Report: A sense of humor is always a valuable asset. The system recommends that the host cultivate this skill.]

Lin Bei: Am I humorous?

The host's question, "Am I humorous?" was humorous in itself. Keep it up.

Old Gu counted them once, then turned around and wrote on the blackboard: Li Xiang 24 votes, Wang Jun 23 votes.

"Li Xiang has been elected class monitor," Old Gu announced.

Wang Jun exaggeratedly clutched his chest from below the stage, making a "stabbed" expression, and then collapsed onto the table, making everyone around him laugh.

Old Gu was amused: "Wang Jun, don't rush to 'pass away,' there are other positions to come."

Wang Jun sat up straight with a "whoosh," his eyes lighting up.

"Next, we'll elect the vice class monitor." Old Gu wrote the words "Vice Class Monitor" on the blackboard.

Li Xiaoyu stood up.

She was short, with short hair, and two shallow dimples when she smiled. But at this moment, her expression didn't seem like a smile; it was more like she was trying to encourage herself. Her lips were tightly pursed, her hands were clenched into fists, and she walked with a pace so fast it was like she was sprinting. Then, she suddenly stopped in front of the podium, almost losing her balance.

"Hello everyone, I'm Li Xiaoyu. I'd like to run for vice class monitor."

Her voice trembled, but she spoke each word clearly.

"I may not be the kind of person who is very capable, and I'm not very good at talking. But I will work very hard. If you elect me as the vice class monitor, I will definitely do my best in everything I do."

Thank you everyone.

She bowed, then quickly walked off the stage, her ears turning bright red.

Applause erupted in the classroom.

As Lin Bei watched her retreating figure, he suddenly realized that this girl was somewhat similar to him. Neither of them were naturally dazzling, neither of them were particularly good at talking, and both of them were easily nervous, but both of them had a strong unwillingness to admit defeat.

Just as he was feeling touched, the system came again.

The only difference is that her face turns red when she's nervous, while the host's entire body turns red when nervous. This is because she's too overweight, resulting in poor blood circulation.

Lin Bei: ...