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

Wang Jun grinned, picked up his lunchbox, and came over without any hesitation.

Lin Bei glanced down at the white rice in his lunchbox, then looked up and asked, "Where are the vegetables and meat?"

Wang Jun sighed, "My mom said I did too badly on the monthly exam, so I had to eat a meal without meat or vegetables at noon today as punishment, and she also took away all my allowance for this month."

Su Wantang was taken aback: "Then what are you going to do this month?"

"It's nothing." Wang Jun took a bite of rice, chewed it twice, and said with a tragic expression, "My dad said, 'Raise your son frugally.' He said he didn't even have enough rice to eat when he was a kid, so he wants me to experience life. If I do well on my exams, my allowance will double."

Upon hearing this, Su Wantang looked at Wang Jun and asked, "Then...would you like to come and get some food?"

Wang Jun clasped his hands together and said, "Sister-in-law, you mustn't! Brother Bei will kill me!"

Su Wantang's ears turned bright red instantly.

Lin Bei's lips twitched.

"I won't disturb you anymore, you can continue." Wang Jun carried his rice and ran to his table in a flash.

Lin Bei: "..."

Su Wantang: "..."

It's 6:30 in the evening.

Lin Bei changed his clothes: a dark blue hoodie and black casual pants. They were still a little tight, but much better than a month ago… at least the buttons weren't so tight anymore.

He stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself.

His face was still round, but the contours of his chin were becoming more defined. He had fewer pimples, and his skin seemed to have a better glow. He leaned closer to the mirror and stared at his face for a couple of seconds.

"good."

[The system detected that the host's mirror-looking time has increased by approximately 15 seconds compared to last week. Diagnosis: Suffering from "Feeling Good About Yourself Syndrome". Symptoms: Feeling "okay". Complications: Fantasizing about being looked at more than once. Doctor's Advice: There is no cure for this; the only treatment is to continue losing weight. Host, stop looking, I'm talking to you.]

Lin Bei's lips twitched. Ignoring the system, he turned and left the bedroom.

Wang Xiulan had already changed her clothes and was waiting in the living room. She was wearing a dark red coat, her hair was neatly combed, and she had applied some light makeup. She had lipstick on her lips; the color wasn't too dark, but it made her complexion look much better.

"Mom, you look so beautiful today," Lin Bei said.

Wang Xiulan rolled her eyes at him: "Stop flattering me. Come on, don't be late."

Lin Jianhua was sitting on the sofa watching TV, remote control in hand, flipping through channels but not really paying attention to any of them. Hearing a noise, he turned his head, looked at Wang Xiulan, and then at Lin Bei.

"You two..." He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just waved his hand and said, "Go on, go on, come back soon."

Lin Bei went to the door to change his shoes, glancing back at his father. Lin Jianhua had already turned back, his gaze fixed on the television, but the remote control was still in his hand, constantly pressing buttons. He switched channels from news to variety shows, then from variety shows to dramas, each pause lasting no more than three seconds.

"Dad, we're leaving."

"Mm," Lin Jianhua responded without turning around.

The moment the door closed, Lin Bei heard a very soft sigh behind him.

Wang Xiulan walked ahead, her steps quick. Lin Bei followed behind her as they went downstairs.

The streetlights in the neighborhood were already on, casting a dim yellow light on the cement pavement and making the shadows of the two people very long.

"Your dad actually wants to go," Wang Xiulan suddenly said, her voice not loud.

Lin Bei didn't say anything.

"Although he also wanted to meet some wealthy people," she paused, "his main reason for wanting to go was because he was worried about what the teacher would say about his son's remarkable progress."

Lin Bei clenched his fist in his pocket.

He recalled how his father had been sitting on the sofa earlier. He was flipping through channels with the remote, unable to focus on any of them. That wasn't the behavior of someone who didn't care.

"mom."

"Um."

"Let Dad go to the next parent-teacher conference."

Wang Xiulan glanced at him, the corners of her mouth curved slightly, but she didn't say anything and continued walking forward.

The school gate was already packed with cars. Bicycles, electric bikes, and sedans completely blocked the roads on both sides of the gate. Several elderly men in security guard uniforms were directing traffic with flashlights and whistles, their voices rising and falling.

Lin Bei followed Wang Xiulan into the school gate.

There were already quite a few parents in the hallway, chatting in small groups. Some were talking about their children's monthly exam results, some were discussing where they had traveled during the National Day holiday, and some were complaining about the increased cost of tutoring classes.

Lin Bei led Wang Xiulan up to the third floor.

Quite a few students were already standing in the corridor. Su Wantang stood quietly by the window, holding a light blue canvas bag. Wang Jun was leaning on the railing, chatting with a boy from the next class about games; his voice wasn't loud, but his expressions were rich.

Zhou Ziheng is not here.

That skinny guy is probably still working on his manuscript.

The classroom door for Class 3, Grade 11 was open, and Mr. Gu was already standing on the podium. He still wore the same gold-rimmed glasses, a white shirt, and his hair was neatly combed.

"Mom, please come in and sit down," Lin Bei said.

Wang Xiulan nodded and walked into the classroom. She sat down in an empty seat near the front, placed her bag on her lap, put her hands on the bag, and sat very upright. Her gaze was fixed on the teacher's podium, and her expression was as serious as that of a primary school student just starting school.

After settling his mother in, Lin Bei turned and walked into the corridor.

He glanced through the classroom window. Su Yuan sat by the window, wearing a dark blue jacket, his hair slightly gray, looking down at his phone. Shen Qingzhi's grandfather sat in the first row, wearing a dark gray Tang suit, his hair neatly combed, talking to a parent next to him.

Lin Bei nodded slightly in greeting to Grandpa Shen. The old man looked up, saw it was him, and nodded with a smile.

He nodded again in Su Yuan's direction. Su Yuan looked up, glanced at him, and nodded slightly in response.

After the parent-teacher meeting began, the students stood in the hallway waiting. Some were gazing out the window in a daze, some were chatting quietly in small groups, and some were listening to music with headphones on.

Lin Bei leaned against the wall, and Su Wantang stood next to him at some point. The two of them stood there quietly without saying a word.

The hallway was quiet, with only occasional, intermittent sounds coming from the classrooms: "grades," "progress," "parental cooperation"...

Su Wantang's gaze fell on the window at the end of the corridor. Lin Bei glanced at her, then looked away.

No words are needed; you know the other person is there.

The parent-teacher meeting lasted about forty minutes.

The classroom doors opened one after another, and parents came out in twos and threes. Some looked relaxed, some looked serious, and some were talking to their children as they walked.

Wang Xiulan walked out of the classroom.

Her eyes were a little red, but the corners of her mouth were curved.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Wang Xiulan blinked. "It's just windy."

Where did the wind come from in the corridor?

Lin Bei asked, "What did Old Gu say?"

"He said you've made great progress, but don't be arrogant." Wang Xiulan's voice was a little hoarse. "He said you're very smart and hardworking, and if you keep it up, getting into a good university won't be a problem."

Lin Bei nodded.

"He also said..." Wang Xiulan paused for a moment, "He said you are very sensible and get along well with your classmates. He said you are always willing to help others at school. Last time, a female classmate was bullied in the cafeteria, and you stood up to help her out."

Lin Bei was taken aback. How did Old Gu know about this?

"He also said, 'Although you're fat, you're responsible because you're fat.'" Wang Xiulan laughed after saying that. "That's exactly what he said, 'Responsible because you're fat.' I've never heard anyone praise someone like that before. They can even praise someone for being fat."

Lin Bei's lips twitched. Old Gu never knew how to praise people in the usual way.

"Mom, is there anything else?"

"And..." Wang Xiulan looked at him, "He said you'll definitely amount to something in the future."