"Hey, Miko, what’s up?"

"I’ve got guests tonight, so I... Wait? You’re not Hua Shu! Who are you!?"

"I am Hua Shu. If you can’t recognize my tone, how dare you say you like me?" I teased Miko.

"Huh? It really is you? But this voice..."

"Don’t overthink it. I’m Hua Shu. You’re not coming back tonight, right?" I figured since we’d swap back tomorrow, I couldn’t be bothered to explain again. So I just chatted with her using Xier’s voice.

Miko confirmed she wouldn’t return and told us to handle dinner ourselves. I glanced at Wu Ke watching TV on the couch, then at my sister who never cooks, and finally at Xier—in my body. But she was changing shoes, slipping into flat slippers...

"Ouch! That hurts!"

I rushed over the moment I saw her, but I was too late. She’d already put them on. Pain shot through her ankle instantly. Her body swayed backward, but I caught her before she hit the ground.

Xier clung to me tightly. I swept her up in a princess carry onto the couch, then fetched my high-heeled slippers for her. "Miko’s leg was injured before," I explained.

"Oh? So Hua Shu, you’re amazing! When you saved me earlier, you used this delicate body?"

"It’s not that delicate. I still have some strength..."

"By the way, that girl on the phone said she likes you. What did she mean?"

"Uh... Forget it. I’ll tell you. Wu Ke, come listen too—this relates to your soul swap. Actually, I’m a guy..."

Wu Ke propped her chin beside me as I explained everything. Their wide-eyed, stunned expressions told me this news needed time to sink in.

"So this body was originally a boy’s too? I never guessed. No wonder I... Never mind. I’ll tell you something when we sleep tonight."

"Can’t you say now?" I asked curiously.

"I’ll tell you during the body swap."

"Huh? Okay. Xier, can you cook?"

"Of course! I’ve cooked for myself since leaving home."

"Great! Let’s start. I’ll chop veggies. Hehe, finally no more my awful cooking."

After helping Xier into the slippers, I dragged her to the kitchen. My sister was in her room, grinning at Xiao Yao’s finished homework. Wu Ke fidgeted near the TV, rubbing her chest before blushing and dropping her hand. Tsk, our house was getting livelier.

"Hua Shu, why are your arms so cold after washing veggies? It’s awful!"

"Yikes! I forgot—my arms can’t handle cold water. Soak them in hot water now, or you’ll ache all night."

"So you’ve lived with this body yet stayed so optimistic... I wish I could always care for you..." Xier watched my back as I fetched hot water, her eyes welling up slightly.

After dinner, I had to stream. Missing a night cost money. But how? Sitting at the computer as "me" would get me banned. After hesitating, I called Xier over and handed her a note to read live.

"Dear viewers, you’re not lost—this is Mumu’s stream. She’s doing homework; I’m her teacher covering tonight~ Hope you enjoy!"

I coaxed Xier onto my lap, hunched over the desk "doing homework." I delivered the opener. She suddenly leaned back, flashed a smile at the camera, then buried her head again.

(Wow! Such a bold teacher? Fake!)

(Mumu-chan doing homework is so cute~)

(Tsk, see Mumu on the teacher’s lap? Their relationship, hehe.)

(I’m here to learn skills! Sub swap? Unsubscribe!!!!)

I gritted my teeth against the chest pain—Xier’s lean had really hurt—and opened LOL. That unsub viewer? Thinking my stream guarantees King tier? Clearly a troll sent to sabotage me.

"Ahem, you might not believe it, but Mumu’s King-tier skills? All taught by me! I teach academics and gaming. Watch me play ranked on her main account!"

(My god! Teacher who does both? Give me ten!)

(Heavens! If she loses all ten matches, Mumu will cry!)

(Watch the pro! Watch the pro!)

(Stop staring—watch the stream!)

Xier ignored the chat, focused on her textbook. Oblivious, yet her "homework" drew new viewers.

"First match: no core role for me, but as support, I’ll show you a true King-tier squad!"

I played Storm Spirit, shielding and healing perfectly. Whenever enemies aimed to kill my teammates, I timed shields and crowd control just in time. Soon, the enemy typed: {Your support is disgustingly OP.}

"Phew~ Close one. If they hadn’t tilted, we’d have lost."

(66666666666 So smooth!)

(Streamer’s support is insane! I’m sold.)

(Teach me! I want King tier too!)

(OP, go dominate Bronze! Room admin, why no bans today?)

Note: Room admin is my girlfriend—muted.

Heh, you think he doesn’t ban? He was busy watching. I chuckled at the screen.

"Next, you pick my champion—I’ll still win. No Teemo though."

(Play Mumu’s Yasuo! I doubt you’re better!)

(Streamer, Mumu’s falling asleep on your lap...)