At this hour, the school canteen wasn’t crowded.
Mealtime had passed, leaving only a scattered few inside.
Honestly, girls really had small appetites. Lu Yu had barely eaten half a bowl of rice before feeling full.
Normally, he could polish off a whole bowl plus two chicken legs. Today, after pecking like a chick for just two bites, he felt stuffed.
It felt like his body was full, but his spirit remained hungry—a strange illusion.
Propping his chin on his hand, he watched himself eat so elegantly.
A hint of melancholy crept in.
He didn’t care much about others’ opinions,
but he just couldn’t stand this delicate version of himself.
Everything about it felt off.
“Are you going to eat the chicken leg your deskmate bought you?”
Lin Beixing shook the plastic bag in her hand.
Staring at the golden, oily chicken leg, Lu Yu felt zero appetite for the first time.
Could the body swap… even swap food preferences?
Lu Yu shook his head. “You can have it.”
“Then both are mine.”
Lin Beixing didn’t hold back. She bit into the crispy chicken leg—sizzling oil dripped instantly.
She ate without a care. Since it was Lu Yu’s body, she didn’t need to keep up a ladylike act.
This carefree eating felt surprisingly good.
She could eat heartily, no longer restraining her hunger.
For the first time ever… eating felt genuinely refreshing.
Lu Yu watched “himself” eat for a moment before looking away, unable to take it.
“I’ll grab a cola.”
He pushed up from the table and added, “You want one?”
“Just get yours,” Lin Beixing replied.
“Okay…”
Lu Yu headed to the canteen’s side shop, bought an icy cola, and returned.
His usual lunch ritual.
On scorching afternoons, he’d buy a second bottle frozen solid, sipping it slowly as it melted through the heat.
“Hiss…”
The bottle was freezing. Condensation slicked the smooth plastic, threatening to slip from his grip.
He set it down and shook his hands. *This girl’s hands have zero cold tolerance.*
He waited for his numb fingers to warm before twisting the cap.
“…”
Lin Beixing ate while watching him.
The cap was wet, slippery, impossible to grip.
Lu Yu held his breath and tried again. And again.
Unacceptable. As a guy, he couldn’t even open a cola bottle?!
Absolutely unacceptable!!
“…”
He locked eyes with Lin Beixing—spoon dangling from her lips—for a few silent seconds.
“Pfft…”
Lin Beixing burst out laughing.
“Let me help~” she offered sweetly.
“You’re so weak.”
“Hey! I’m *helping* you—why insult me? And insulting me is insulting *yourself*!”
“I’ve felt it… this body is seriously undertrained…”
“Girls are just like this!!”
Lin Beixing muttered, took the bottle, and opened it with one gentle twist.
She didn’t hand it back right away. Paused. Then tipped it up—*chug chug chug*—and drained most of it.
Lu Yu complained, “You just said you wouldn’t drink it.”
“Ah… So refreshing!”
Bubbles fizzed through every cell. That icy chill? Summer’s ultimate magic.
She hadn’t tasted soda in ages.
Lu Yu stared at her, then the half-empty bottle.
Technically… *his own body* had just drunk from it.
He didn’t mind sharing with himself…
“What are you doing?”
As he reached hesitantly, Lin Beixing snatched it back.
She raised her arm high—Lu Yu in “girl mode” couldn’t reach.
“I’m drinking the cola.”
“Cola makes girls gain weight.”
“Really?”
“Very really. Plus, my stomach’s sensitive. Cold drinks = diarrhea… If you don’t want constant trips to the girls’ restroom, stick to room-temp water.”
“Tch…”
Lu Yu made zero effort to hide his disdain for this body.
Lin Beixing didn’t care. She tucked the leftover cola into her pocket like treasure.
Lu Yu eyed the straining pocket, bit back a comment.
Actually… not that hot.
Probably Lin Beixing’s body ran cold.
But how could she *casually* pocket *his* cola?!
*His* cola!
Eighteen years of singledom—and Lu Yu was utterly devastated over lost cola.
“Let’s go?”
Lin Beixing missed the odd look on his face.
Lu Yu kept his head down and followed her back.
Jiangshui No.1 High School had a two-hour lunch break.
After rooftop time and lunch, only forty minutes remained before class.
At the classroom door, Lu Yu paused.
“What do you usually do at noon?”
To keep up appearances, they needed to swap habits.
“I read, do math or physics problems.”
“Anything else?” Lu Yu pressed.
“English listening practice.”
“…No other hobbies?!”
Lu Yu stared, incredulous.
Everyone had personal interests.
Even if she skipped mobile games, couldn’t she watch a drama, read a novel, sketch elegantly?
*Anything* but problem sets…
Just thinking gave him a headache.
“What? It’s senior year—who has time for hobbies?” Lin Beixing turned, puzzled.
“I do.”
Lu Yu replied firmly,
“Later, just nap at your desk. If you can’t sleep, download a game.”
“…Okay.”
Lin Beixing agreed. Wasteful, yes—but part of the deal.
To maintain “normal” facades, sacrifices were needed.
A nap…
She hadn’t napped in ages.
One indulgence wouldn’t hurt.
“Can I wear headphones and pretend to read an English book?”
Lu Yu already picked his audiobook.
Lin Beixing nodded. Fine.
They’d lingered at the door too long.
The usually noisy classroom had gone quiet. Dozens of eyes locked on them.
“I’ll go in first…”
Lin Beixing pulled the cola bottle from her pocket, mimicking Lu Yu’s lazy swagger.
“Wait.”
Lu Yu grabbed her arm.
To onlookers: the school beauty had stopped Lu Yu.
Necks stretched like giraffes. No one wanted to miss this juicy gossip.
“…” Lin Beixing turned back, frowning.
Lu Yu let go instantly.
“…Take off your phone case. Not the pink rabbit one…” His voice dipped, almost pleading.
The thought of “Lu Yu” scrolling Zhihu or Weibo on a pink rabbit phone? Unbearable.
His deskmate would cringe too.
Lin Beixing saw the point. “Fine.”
The second she nodded, the classroom erupted.
Both froze.
To classmates: the school beauty had shyly whispered to Lu Yu, who hesitated… then agreed.
Lip-read clearly: *“Fine.”*
What else could it mean?!
To hormone-fueled teens? Pure romance vibes.
“Quiet! Quiet!!”
The discipline monitor—a petite short-haired girl with a shockingly loud voice—slammed her desk.
“No loud noises during nap time! Disturb others? Points deducted!!”
Her shout hushed the room.
“Lu Yu” scurried back to his last-row seat, face flushed pink.
The “school beauty” remained perfectly composed.
“She” walked calmly to her desk, pulled out the neatly placed chair, and sat.
Her utter calmness—nothing like a post-confession blush—left classmates doubting their theory.
Lu Yu reached Lin Beixing’s seat.
He leaned to rest his head—then froze. *The agreement.*
He sat straight and rummaged in the desk drawer.
Immaculate surface. Zero doodles. Inside? Perfectly tidy.
A universe away from his chewed-up desk.
He felt awkward using it.
After fumbling, he found a small white box at the edge: wireless earbuds.
Just as he slipped them on, a tap landed on his shoulder.
“What?”
“Ahem…”
He’d snapped in his old dismissive tone.
Clearing his throat, he softened his voice.
In a gentle, girlish murmur:
“What is it…?”
He forced a tender smile—lips twitching betrayingly.
*What do I do…*
*I really want to punch myself.*
