Lu Yu had no idea why the campus beauty kept glancing back at him today.

He didn’t mind—being looked at by a pretty girl wouldn’t cost him anything.

But his deskmate? Totally another story.

Ren Jie had been vibrating with excitement the whole time.

“Hey, hey! She’s looking over again!”

“Bro Lu, Bro Lu—quick, check the class rep’s direction!!”

Hyped like he’d mainlined adrenaline, Ren Jie kept jabbing Lu Yu’s back with his bony elbow.

Lu Yu felt like spitting blood from the constant poking.

Thanks to him, Lu Yu hadn’t caught a single minute of sleep that morning.

“Why does she keep staring at you?!” Ren Jie asked, pretending innocence.

He was *certain* his guess was dead-on.

This was youth blooming!

Lu Yu just shrugged. “Who knows? Maybe she’s making sure I study,” he muttered casually.

“Oh, right!” Ren Jie suddenly remembered.

Yesterday at noon, when he’d spotted Lu Yu and Lin Beixing walking downstairs together, their excuse was “The teacher asked Lin Beixing to keep an eye on Lu Yu’s studies.”

He’d nearly forgotten. Now recalling it, a flicker of disappointment crossed his face.

“Just *that*?” he pressed, unsatisfied.

“Would a normal person glance back three times a second? Bro, she’s into you.”

Lu Yu twirled his pen, lifted his eyes—and caught Lin Beixing looking his way again.

Correction: *glaring*.

Especially when she saw him holding a pen in one hand and scrolling on his phone with the other, slacking off. Her glare sharpened.

Lu Yu pieced it together.

It matched her sudden question during morning homework collection.

She must’ve opened his desk drawer and seen what was inside.

She probably had questions.

But Lu Yu didn’t care.

He didn’t feel like talking, didn’t feel like studying. Just survive these last months of senior year—and freedom awaited.

He stopped looking at Lin Beixing, set down his pen, and buried his face in his arms to sleep.

“Hey, hey, bro!”

“Don’t bother me. Wake me at lunch.”

Ren Jie swallowed his excitement and let out a reluctant “Oh…”

“So… chicken leg rice for lunch?”

“No need to bring mine. Just wake me—I’ll go with you.” Lu Yu tilted his head and shot him a glance.

“Okay…” Ren Jie hesitated, biting back the words: *Aren’t you eating with your girl?*

Better not ask. Bro Lu looked grumpy enough to punch him into next week.

Lu Yu slept straight through till noon.

Chatter and scraping chairs filled the classroom—lunch break had arrived.

*Knock, knock.*

Two taps on his desk.

Familiar. Since Lin Beixing had been watching him all morning, Lu Yu mumbled without opening his eyes, “What is it, Lin Beixing?”

The person across the desk: “????”

“Bro Lu… *you* told me to wake you at noon. Want me to fetch the class rep instead?” Ren Jie blinked dumbly.

Lu Yu froze.

Must’ve been half-asleep to mistake Ren Jie for her.

Right—yesterday at this exact time, they’d swapped bodies. A full day had passed…

“Let’s go. Cafeteria.”

Lu Yu grabbed his water bottle and gulped.

The ice-cold morning buy was now lukewarm. He desperately needed an ice-cold cola to survive.

“Hehehe…” Ren Jie trailed behind, grinning mischievously.

Lu Yu knew *exactly* what he was thinking.

“Might as well confess, Bro Lu.”

“Were you dreaming? Having *that kind* of spring dream in broad daylight—hey hey hey! Gentlemen use words, not fists!”

Ren Jie kept yapping—until Lu Yu’s fist swung toward him.

Guy roughhousing was normal. Lu Yu rarely threw punches, but with Ren Jie? Zero mercy.

“Whimper whimper… Bro Lu, you’ve changed! Yesterday you’d dodge three steps if I tapped your shoulder—today you’re throwing hands?!” Ren Jie clutched his arm, wailing.

Lu Yu’s brow furrowed. Hit harder.

“Speak properly.”

A grown man whining like that? Unbearable.

It reminded him of “himself” on the rooftop yesterday.

If *he* acted that girly? He’d gag.

But Ren Jie just loved messing with him—Lu Yu’s reactions were too fun.

“Hey, your girl~”

Ren Jie yelped again. Lu Yu ignored him.

Just as he raised his fist for another jab—a familiar floral scent drifted close.

His punch froze mid-air.

He turned.

Eyes met Lin Beixing’s as she passed by.

Her gaze was cautious—so different from this morning’s fierce glare.

Lu Yu saw her glossy pink lips part slightly.

A whisper escaped: “Lu…”

“Ah—*cough cough*!!”

The shorter girl beside her—Lan Xi, Lin Beixing’s bestie—coughed sharply.

Lu Yu remembered her. Yesterday, she’d linked arms with him outside school, demanding gossip about “Lu Yu.”

She and the wide-eyed Ren Jie? A perfect match—both obsessing over Lu Yu and Lin Beixing’s “situation.”

“Ahem… you’re Lu Yu, right?” Lan Xi cut in, gently pushing Lin Beixing forward.

Lu Yu eyed the petite girl. “Yes.”

“The cafeteria was packed earlier. Lin Beixing didn’t eat. You’re classmates—take her? I’ve got to review back in class.”

Lin Beixing shot Lan Xi a glare, then looked up at Lu Yu like a startled rabbit.

Lu Yu gazed down at her. Nodded.

“Okay.”

“It’s settled… go on, dummy,” Lan Xi whispered, nudging her waist.

Lin Beixing hesitated. Yesterday’s lunch was forced by the body swap. Today? No excuse.

The whole school knew the unspoken rule: opposite-gender classmates eating together meant one thing.

*Couple.*

“Ahem! Bro Lu, I just remembered—I’ve got a gaming session! I’ll just…??"

Ren Jie tried to bolt. Lu Yu yanked him back.

“You’re coming with me.”

“Why?!” Ren Jie whined.

*I’m being thoughtful! Giving you space! Why don’t you get it?!*