After dinner, Lu Yu sank into Lin Beixing’s soft, comfortable chair to rest.
He’d given her schoolbag a quick flip-through earlier. Since he’d packed the books himself, he knew exactly which textbooks came home.
He hadn’t the slightest clue whether any homework was assigned today.
But if he recalled right, Lin Beixing mentioned there’d be extra practice sheets waiting at home—and her mom had brought past exam papers on their way back from school.
Pretty heavy workload.
Lu Yu opened the exercise books and test papers.
Glanced over them briefly.
Then gave up.
After all, it’d been over two years since he’d studied seriously. His academic progress was probably still stuck on freshman year’s very first lesson.
A pen tucked between his lips and nose, he pursed his mouth, leaned back, and stared at the ceiling.
The crystal chandelier glared slightly. Room temperature was perfectly comfortable, a gentle cool breeze drifting from the wall-mounted AC.
His gaze drifted to the tiny bed tucked against the study wall.
This wasn’t Lin Beixing’s bedroom—hers was next door. This study was just for homework.
So the little bed was likely meant for quick rests.
Lu Yu stared longingly at it, lost in thought.
As the class’s undisputed sleeping god, he hadn’t gotten nearly enough sleep today.
Normally he’d nap at noon, but to uphold Lin Beixing’s image, he’d forced his heavy eyelids open and toughed it out.
Now, utterly drained—especially his spirit. His nerves had stayed taut since stepping into that villa.
He tossed the pen aside, clapped his hands, and stood to lie down.
Anyway, he’d already taken leave from Teacher Gao. The period excuse was fake, but since he started the act, might as well see it through.
As he rose—sudden dizziness surged from deep within.
Head spun. Vision darkened. Heart hammered.
*Low blood sugar? Must be Lin Beixing’s weak constitution…*
But the next second—
Sight slowly cleared.
Lu Yu froze, staring at his surroundings.
“Meow~?”
The little black cat sleeping on his lap lifted its head and let out a questioning meow.
Lu Yu’s lips parted. “Meiqiu?”
He called the cat’s name. Meiqiu blinked curiously, as if wondering why its owner looked so dazed.
“To think it switched back… now.”
Lu Yu stared at his own arms in disbelief.
Sturdy hands. Resilient muscle lines. Prominent veins.
*His* arms.
A man’s hands.
Joy surged through him—regaining the body he’d lived in for eighteen years.
Familiar room. Familiar creak of the old electric fan.
Outside, the noisy late-night snack stall—usually annoying—now felt strangely comforting.
He was nearly moved to tears.
He glanced down: completed homework, deliberately messy handwriting mimicking his own…
“Perfect,” he murmured.
He swiftly cleared the desk.
Computer—power on.
After holding it in all day, Lu Yu was finally ready to dive joyfully into Summoner’s Rift!
Meanwhile…
Lin Beixing’s expression was grim.
She stood before her desk, staring at the mountain of untouched test papers and exercise books, sinking into silence.
Getting her body back was good.
But she’d just finished *Lu Yu’s* homework.
Hers? Not a single character written.
And… what was this untouched bowl of brown sugar ginger tea doing beside her?
Frowning, she clutched her head.
“…”
“LU YUUUUU!!!”
…
Early next morning, Lu Yu hummed while taking a cold shower.
He portioned the overflowing cat food into a clean plastic bag—keeping Meiqiu’s portions dry and fresh.
He was always meticulous with his cat. Far more than with himself.
“Off we go, Meiqiu. Guard the house well.”
He ruffled the little black cat’s pitch-black head. Slung his bag. Stood up.
Meiqiu lifted its face and let out a soft “meow~.”
Door pushed open. A new day of slacking off began.
Breakfast? Whatever street food was around.
His mom’s monthly allowance covered basics for him and the cat, but rent stretched the budget thin. Splurging? Impossible.
Today, a steamed bun cart waited downstairs. He bought two meat buns, popped them in his mouth, and headed out.
Five-minute walk—three if he hurried.
His rental was *that* close; sometimes he heard the school bell from bed.
Run-down? Sure. But he loved stealing two extra minutes of sleep while others rushed.
Last night’s rain kept the snack stall closed. He’d slept soundly—a rare treat. Mood? Excellent.
At classroom, he glanced at Lin Beixing’s seat.
Even the class monitor hadn’t arrived. He was *way* too early.
He set the iced water on his desk, pulled a book from the drawer, flipped a few pages—
Then paused.
*Wait. I’m not Lin Beixing anymore. Why am I reading?*
“Bro Lu!”
Just as he moved to close the book, his deskmate grabbed his wrist.
“Are you still not feeling well?!”
Ren Jie’s eyes burned with genuine worry.
“What illness?” Lu Yu asked, puzzled.
“Study burnout! Stop studying, please! You were so out of character yesterday—it scared me!”
Lu Yu fell silent.
He and Lin Beixing hadn’t discussed yesterday’s details. No idea what “he” (in Lu Yu’s body) had told Ren Jie.
To avoid slipping up, he nodded.
Ren Jie sighed in relief. Lu Yu seemed calmer today—composed, not spaced out like yesterday.
He pulled Lu Yu down to sit.
“Bro Lu, Bro Lu—need your help.”
“Go ahead.”
As long as it wasn’t homework, Lu Yu usually chatted.
Ren Jie pulled out his phone, calm.
“How do you pass this level in ‘Happy Elimination’?”
Lu Yu: “???”
Seeing Lu Yu’s utter confusion, Ren Jie looked even more lost.
“Wait—you *taught* me this yesterday! Said levels get harder… I tried it, got hooked, played all night… stuck on level 200…”
“Bro, please save me.”
Lu Yu stared at the wiggling cartoon chicken on screen. Silence.
He mastered countless games—but this one? Never touched.
“Bro Lu… wah… save me.”
Watching his deskmate’s earnest plea, Lu Yu felt a chill run down his spine.
