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

Old Gu paused, his gaze sweeping across the classroom.

"Registration closes next Wednesday. Think it over carefully, lest people say, 'Class 3 of Grade 11 is full of bookworms who can't run or jump.'"

"Teacher, we have Zhang Mingyuan in our class! He can run!" someone shouted.

"One Zhang Mingyuan isn't enough." Old Gu's tone left no room for argument. "What I need is for the whole class to get involved."

The classroom was quiet for a moment, then a low murmur arose.

Zhang Mingyuan had already started persuading people with the registration forms, going from seat to seat and asking, "What are you signing up for? 800 meters? 1500 meters?" "I can't, I can't, I can't run." "Just give it a try, it won't kill you."

Lin Bei sat in the last row, watching the noisy scene in front of him, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. He wasn't very interested in the sports meet. In his previous life, he was always a "regular spectator," responsible for sitting in the stands eating snacks, cheering, and occasionally handing water bottles to classmates who had finished running.

"Brother Bei! Brother Bei!" Zhou Ziheng leaned over from the front row, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. "What sport did you sign up for? Haven't you been running a lot lately? Five kilometers every morning, for over a month now."

Lin Bei was stunned for a moment. At first, he would be out of breath even when walking briskly, but now he can run the whole course. Although his pace is not fast, his physical fitness is indeed much better than before.

Just then, a crisp notification sound exploded in Lin Bei's mind.

Ding!

The system panel appeared out of thin air in the center of his field of vision, with blue text on a black background.

[Ding! System task issued!]

[Task Name: 800 Meters of Steps]

[Task Objective: Complete the three phased objectives in sequence, and ultimately achieve a time of under 4 minutes and 00 seconds in the sports meet.]

【阶段一（7天内）：800米训练成绩突破4分30秒。奖励：属性点+1】

【阶段二（21天内）：800米训练成绩突破4分10秒。奖励：属性点+2】

Phase Three (On the Day of the Sports Meet): Official competition time under 4 minutes and 00 seconds. Reward: +2 attribute points, 10000 RMB cash, +1 random superpower (valid for 7 days)

[Stage Penalty: Failure in any stage halves the rewards for subsequent stages; failure in the final stage triggers the ultimate penalty: a 3kg weight gain, which lasts for one month.]

[Task Description: You can't get fat in one bite, and you can't run in under 4 minutes in one go. The system has broken down the big goal into three small steps; you climb them one by one. Climb to the top, and you're Lin Bei. Don't climb to the top... you're still Lin Bei, just three kilograms heavier.]

Lin Bei's lips twitched, and he subconsciously glanced down at his stomach. Three kilograms? This system really knows what he's most afraid of.

He leaned back in his chair and glanced around the classroom.

Zhang Mingyuan was still going around persuading people, and he had already reached the third row. The registration forms were being passed to the back row, and Wang Jun wrote his name in the shot put section. After writing it, he examined it and seemed to think his handwriting was quite good. Shen Qingzhi sat in her seat reading a book, oblivious to the noise around her. Su Wantang was looking down, writing something on a piece of paper.

Report 800 meters.

Lin Bei silently recited it in his mind.

Then he stood up and walked towards Zhang Mingyuan.

"Zhang Mingyuan."

Zhang Mingyuan turned his head, a hint of surprise on his dark face: "Brother Bei? What's wrong?"

"Eight hundred meters," Lin Bei said calmly, "please register one for me."

Zhang Mingyuan paused for a moment, then looked him up and down. There was no malice in his gaze, but there was definitely surprise.

"Are you sure?" he lowered his voice. "800 meters is no joke. Don't push yourself if you can't run."

"I'm sure," Lin Bei said. "If I can't run anymore, I'll walk. If I have to walk, I'll finish the walk."

Zhang Mingyuan looked at him for two seconds, then grinned, revealing a set of white teeth that stood out brightly against his dark skin.

"Okay." He wrote Lin Bei's name on the registration form. "Brother Bei, that's ambitious!"

Zhou Ziheng peeked over from the side and saw Lin Bei's name written in the "Men's 800 meters" column on the registration form. His eyes widened in surprise.

"Brother Bei? You really applied?"

"I've reported it."

Zhou Ziheng slowly raised a thumbs up: "Brother Bei, you're truly brave. Do you know what it means to go from 4 minutes and 58 seconds to under 4 minutes? That's called...that's called..."

"Call him 'Fatty Flying.'" He laughed after saying that. "But I looked it up. Fat people actually have an advantage in long-distance running. Once they lose weight, their endurance is stronger than that of skinny people. Brother Bei, you're not fat anymore. At most, you're... 'Slightly Fat Flying.'"

Lin Bei couldn't help but laugh.

Just then, Old Gu glanced around the classroom and said, "Alright. Let's study on our own for now."

The classroom quickly quieted down.

Lin Bei looked at Old Gu, who was sitting on the podium drinking water. He was wearing that faded shirt, and his hair was neatly combed. The lid of his thermos was being screwed on and off, making a soft clicking sound.

This person has been teaching for over a decade, guiding one graduating class after another into the examination hall, and then returning to the classroom to prepare lessons, correct assignments, grade papers, criticize where necessary, and encourage where appropriate...

Lin Bei's gaze fell on him, and he suddenly remembered something.

The validity period of "The Eye of Truth" expires today.

He had already used this ability twice. The first time was to observe Wang Kangrong and see his true feelings towards Wang Jun. The second time was to observe Li Zeyun and see the three-step plan of the industrial spy.

And this ability is less than an hour away from expiring.

Lin Bei's gaze lingered on Old Gu.

The system previously warned: Do not use this on your homeroom teacher, Mr. Gu. It's not that I'm afraid you'll see anything, it's that I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it.

What secrets could Lao Gu possibly have?

He thought about it for a while, but couldn't resist his curiosity.

He hesitated for a moment, then looked at Old Gu and silently recited in his heart.

"Dispel illusions."

Lines of white text appeared in his field of vision, hanging quietly beside Old Gu.

[A secret buried deep in his heart: Old Gu secretly saved money from his wife and then anonymously used it to support impoverished students. No one knew about this, not even the students he was supporting.]

The classroom was quiet. Old Gu picked up his thermos and took another sip. His gaze swept across the classroom, lingering on Lin Bei for a moment before casually looking away.

He was unaware that his secret was being seen through by a student, and that his carefully concealed kindness was being observed by a sixteen-year-old boy at this moment.

Lin Bei lowered his eyes, staring at the table. His fingers gripped the pen.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his eyes suddenly reddened.

He remembered his mother telling him, "You may be fat, but you're responsible." At the time, he thought Old Gu was joking; a math teacher praising someone in such a unique way was probably just a matter of limited vocabulary. Now he suddenly understood that Old Gu wasn't joking. Old Gu was telling him in his own way: I saw what you did, you did it very well, keep it up.

Because that's the kind of person Lao Gu is. He anonymously sent out the money he saved little by little from his life, without telling anyone. The students he sponsored still don't know who helped them. He didn't ask for thanks, didn't leave his name, and didn't write any press releases. He simply used a portion of his salary, pen by penny, to give another child a pen, a book, or a meal.

Lin Bei took a deep breath.

He recalled his first day of school when Teacher Gu stood on the podium and said, "I'll be with you for the entire first year of high school." At the time, he thought it was just a polite remark from the teacher, like "I'll talk for two more minutes and then get out of class will be over," something to be taken with a grain of salt.

He didn't understand it then, but he understands it now.

Old Gu never just said the word "accompany" casually.