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

The old man didn't say anything more, picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Shen Wancheng answered a phone call, frowned slightly, then stood up and said to the old man, "Dad, something's come up at the company, I have to go."

The old man waved his hand: "Go on, go on, you can't even have a quiet weekend."

Shen Wancheng went to the entrance to change his shoes and glanced back at Lin Bei.

"Kobayashi, thank you for what happened last time."

Lin Bei stood up: "Uncle Shen, you're welcome."

Shen Wancheng nodded, opened the door, and left.

The moment the door closed, Lin Bei heard the sound of a car starting up in the yard, low and quiet, then fading into the distance.

The old man stared at the doorway and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he sighed.

"His company is getting bigger and bigger, and he's getting busier and busier."

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and looked out the window.

In the courtyard, the sun was shining brightly, and the leaves of the osmanthus tree rustled in the wind.

"Let's not talk about this anymore." The old man put down his teacup, looked at Lin Bei, and said, "Little Lin, are you alright today? Have some food before you leave."

"it is good."

The lunch menu was similar to last week, but Lin Bei noticed that the bok choy was more tender and the sea bass was larger than last week.

Shen Qingzhi sat opposite him, eating quietly.

The old man sat in the main seat, eating as he served food to Lin Bei.

"Xiao Lin, eat more." He put a piece of fish into Lin Bei's bowl. "You can't just run without eating. Look at you, you've lost all the flesh on your face."

Lin Bei smiled, not mentioning that he was actually still slightly chubby; the phrase "all the fat on my face is gone" was just an old man's exaggerated expression.

Shen Qingzhi coughed softly beside her.

The old man glanced at her, then at Lin Bei, and smiled slightly before not picking up any more food.

After finishing their meal, the old man went for a nap.

Lin Bei sat in the living room, waiting for the driver to pick him up. Shen Qingzhi sat at the other end of the sofa, holding a book with an English cover, which Lin Bei couldn't make out.

The living room was quiet.

"Lin Bei," Shen Qingzhi suddenly spoke.

Lin Bei turned his head.

Shen Qingzhi didn't look at him; her gaze remained fixed on the pages of the book.

"Your data helped my dad a lot."

Lin Bei was taken aback.

"He's been very busy these past few days," Shen Qingzhi said softly. "Sometimes he's even on the phone in the middle of the night."

She turned a page of the book.

"So... thank you."

Lin Bei looked at her. Her expression was calm, no different from usual. But the thumb of the hand that was turning the pages rubbed against the corner of the page several times.

"You're welcome," Lin Bei said. "I didn't do anything, just transferred some data."

Shen Qingzhi did not speak again.

But Lin Bei noticed that her hand paused for a moment when she turned the pages of the book.

Then she turned to the next page.

The sound of a car came from outside the living room. Lin Bei stood up and walked to the door. The driver was already standing next to the car and opened the back door.

"Then I'll be going now," Lin Bei said.

Shen Qingzhi stood up and saw him to the door.

"Be careful on the road," she said.

"it is good."

Lin Bei walked out of the courtyard and got into the car.

The car slowly drove out of Yunqi Villa and down the slope. He looked out the car window, and Villa No. 8 grew farther and farther away behind the shadows of the trees.

When I got back to the neighborhood, it was already past 2 p.m.

Lin Bei went upstairs and passed by room 502; the door was closed. He didn't hear the television; Su Wantang was probably taking a nap.

He hesitated for a moment, then opened the door to room 501 without knocking and went inside.

Lin Bei walked into the bedroom, sat down at his desk, opened his phone, and saw a message from Zhou Ziheng.

"Brother Bei, Brother Bei, Brother Bei!!! My dad praised me today!!!"

It was followed by three exclamation marks and a grinning emoji.

Lin Bei's lips curved into a smile, and he replied, "What did I say to praise you?"

Zhou Ziheng replied instantly: "He said the chapter I updated today was pretty good. His exact words were, 'It's a bit better than before, at least readable.' You know my dad, he never lies. If he says 'readable,' then he really means readable!"

Lin Bei thought for a moment and typed: "Did he ever say your mom's cooking is good?"

Zhou Ziheng was silent for a few seconds: "He said 'it'll do.' My mom didn't speak to him for three days because of that."

Lin Bei couldn't help but chuckle, then typed another line: "Looking at it this way, your dad's 'can watch it' is indeed very valuable."

"Of course!" Zhou Ziheng replied quickly. "Also, my dad's anxious to see your updates! Hurry up and write! He said if you stop updating, he'll..."

Lin Bei typed out the message for him: "Print it out to use as table legs."

Zhou Ziheng sent a "hehe" emoji.

Lin Bei put down his phone and opened his math workbook.

After finishing several sets of test papers, it was already getting dark outside the window.

It's 6:30 p.m.

Lin Bei stood at the door of 502 and knocked.

The door opened quickly. Su Wantang stood behind the door, wearing a light pink sweatshirt, her hair loose and not tied up. The living room light shone from behind her, casting a warm yellow glow on her silhouette.

"You're here?" she said softly. "Come in."

Lin Bei changed his shoes and followed her into the living room.

Su Yuan poked his head out of the kitchen, holding a spatula in his hand, his apron stained with oil. Today he was wearing a dark blue long-sleeved T-shirt, his hair was neater than when we last met, and he had shaved, making him look much more energetic.

"Xiao Lin is here? Sit down, sit down, the food will be ready soon." His voice carried an unnatural enthusiasm, as if he was trying hard to appear normal.

"Hello, Uncle Su." Lin Bei sat down on the sofa.

The living room was the same as before. On the coffee table sat a plate of sliced ​​fruit and a pot of tea, along with a small vase containing a few white daisies. The flowers were fresh, with dewdrops still clinging to their petals.

Su Wantang sat down next to him, picked up the teapot, and poured him a cup of tea.

"Have some tea," she said.

"Thanks."

Lin Bei picked up his teacup, took a sip, and glanced around the living room.

The sounds of spatulas hitting woks and oil sizzling filled the kitchen, along with the aroma of scallions that wafted into the living room. Su Yuan was busy in the kitchen, occasionally peeking out to check on Lin Bei, as if to make sure he was still there.

"How's your dad doing lately?" Lin Bei asked.

Su Wantang tapped her fingers lightly twice on her knee.

"He's changed a lot." Su Wantang's voice softened. "He never used to cook. After my mom passed away, I always cooked for myself or ordered takeout. Now he's started learning, although he's not very good at it, but he's learning."

She paused, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"He said he'd show you his skills today; he's been practicing for days."

Lin Bei glanced at her, then looked towards the kitchen.

Su Yuan happened to peek out, and their eyes met. He grinned, a smile that was both awkward and sincere.

"It'll be ready soon, just five more minutes." He said, then retreated back into the kitchen.