*Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!*

Footsteps thundered from below.

A man’s heavy stomps echoed through the fragile stairwell.

She’d practically sprinted all the way up.

The rooftop’s iron door creaked open.

Seeing the face across from her—the one she knew too well, the very face she checked in the mirror every single day—

Lin Beixing finally realized: her body had swapped with the school’s heartthrob.

Despair crashed over her.

"Aaaaaaah—!!!"

She covered her face and screamed.

Lu Yu stood frozen.

For the first time, watching *himself* cover his face, stomp, and squeal in a strained voice felt… damn girly.

"Don’t—don’t scream!!"

Maybe this girl’s body made him hypersensitive.

He lunged forward and clamped a hand over *his own* mouth.

"Don’t let *my* body make that sound!" he demanded.

Lin Beixing felt a faint coolness on her lips—*her own* hand.

Rough motion, yet the delicate skin made it feel oddly gentle.

First time a guy had covered her mouth.

And it was *her* body doing it.

Too much.

Eyes squeezed shut, muffled screams leaked through his fingers.

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

Louder this time.

"Don’t scream with *my* body!!!!"

"Aaaaah!!!"

Their shrieks volleyed back and forth.

Thankfully, no third person was around.

Or they’d think some bizarre primate ritual was happening.

But screaming helped. The panic eased.

Lu Yu steadied himself.

Body swaps weren’t rare—in stories, at least.

Accepting it mentally was one thing.

Reality? Non-negotiable.

And Lu Yu adapted fast.

"Do you know why this happened?" he asked calmly.

First time he’d ever spoken to the school beauty since semester started.

*While wearing her body.*

Gotta admit—Lin Beixing’s voice was lovely.

Clear, melodic, pure. Like angel-kissed notes.

"Mmph… I… I don’t know…"

Lin Beixing slumped sideways, drained.

Eyes red-rimmed, voice trembling with a soft sniffle.

Pitiful? Maybe.

Lu Yu felt zero sympathy.

He wanted to punch *his own* face.

This weepy, delicate version of *himself*? Unbearable.

But he couldn’t.

It *was* his body.

And the soul inside was a girl.

He raked a hand through his hair—*her* hair.

Long, silken strands slipped between his fingers.

Surprisingly soft. Nice, even.

"Don’t mess up my hair," Lin Beixing muttered.

Even now, image mattered.

She *was* Jiangshui No.1 High’s undisputed beauty queen.

"You’re worried about *hair*?!" Lu Yu snapped.

"You cared about *my* body not screaming!" she shot back.

Lu Yu shut up and smoothed the strands.

He sat cross-legged.

Lin Beixing sat sideways, knees pressed tight, hands clutching her chest.

He sprawled casually; she sat primly.

They locked eyes.

"Sit up straight."

"Sit up straight."

A stunned pause.

Lu Yu frowned. "Are you… not wearing anything underneath?"

"You—! What are you *doing*?!"

"Nothing. Just felt a breeze… weird."

(*Kinda nice*, he didn’t add. Refreshing in this heat.)

"I’m wearing safety shorts! You’re just not used to skirts!"

"Fair point."

He glanced down—curious about this "worst invention of the 21st century."

*Thwack!* Fists slammed his back.

"...Hiss. This is *your* body. Break it, not my fault."

"How *dare* you look!"

"You said safety shorts!"

"Doesn’t mean you *look*!"

"Then what’s the point of wearing them?"

"JUST DON’T LOOK!! I’ll hit you!"

Her eyes blazed. Fists raised.

Lu Yu backed off.

*She* had his strong body. *He* had her delicate frame.

No contest.

"What if we don’t switch back by tonight?" he pressed.

Lin Beixing froze. Hand hovered mid-air.

No answer.

Lu Yu smirked. "Hot day like this… do you usually shower at night?"

Her face flushed crimson, then pale.

Arms dropped. Eyes glistened.

"W-we’ll figure it out later… Give me your number. Contact me if anything happens."

*First time asking a guy for his number.*

Pride flared. "Never mind. I’ll check myself."

She pulled *his* phone from his pocket.

Face ID unlocked instantly—*she* wore *his* face.

"...Why’s your screen all games?"

Most were mobile titles she’d never seen.

She ID’d them only by anime icons.

Lu Yu didn’t care. His phone held no secrets.

But he wasn’t letting her off easy.

His hand dipped into the pleated skirt’s side pocket.

Pulled out a pink smartphone.

Latest iPhone 14. Top-tier model.

Rich girl indeed.

"Hey! Don’t touch my phone!"

She snatched at it.

"You looked at mine. Why not me?"

Lu Yu held firm. Stubborn streak activated.

Her phone? Just standard apps: Weibo, Zhihu, makeup feeds.

But *chat logs*? That’s what she guarded.

"NO reading my chats!"

"Oh."

He opened QQ.

A pink loli avatar—"Xiao Lan"—had sent over a dozen messages.

"YOU—LU YU!!!"

Lin Beixing lunged.

But *she* was in *his* body now—teenage boy strength intact.

Her tackle sent the "delicate version of herself" tumbling to the ground.