Friday night was pure celebration for most students.

The week’s grind was over. The next two days? Pure enjoyment.

Though honestly, Lu Yu enjoyed himself every single day.

His dinner was simple: instant noodles and a boiled egg.

Online trends pushed cracking raw eggs straight into noodles, but Lu Yu hated undercooked food.

Boiling an egg was no hassle—he’d toss a whole egg into the kettle, pop the lid, and boil it ten minutes.

No need to fuss over dinner. Lu Yu always ate full at school lunch.

Outside prices were steep; only the canteen fit his budget. That’s why he *always* added a chicken leg.

At school, he never pinched pennies. That lunch was his one proper meal all day.

“Ugh… seafood flavor’s so gross.”

Tossing the empty cup, Lu Yu sighed.

He used to like this flavor.

Guess eating the same thing too long *does* make you sick of it.

After clearing his desk, scooping Meiqiu’s litter, refilling cat food and fresh water, he booted up his PC.

The moment his game logged in, a chat window popped: *BroJieIsHere*.

BroJieIsHere: Whoa, Bro Lu! I dashed to the nearest net café after school—how’d you log on *faster*?!

Yu: Just got on too.

BroJieIsHere: Hurry! Check my newly leveled Nasus!

Yu: …

BroJieIsHere: Coming or not? Stop stalling—gkd!

Yu: No ranked matches. Anything else is fine.

BroJieIsHere: NO WAY—you’re calling me trash! *sobs* We napped side by side *this afternoon*, and now you’re cold?! Bro Lu bad QAQ

Yu: …

Yu: Quit whining. Join the group.

BroJieIsHere: Roger! On my way!

………………

Ren Jie dragged Lu Yu gaming from dusk to dark, dark to dawn.

This guy was hopeless—reckless when winning, surrender-happy when losing, brain gone at the sight of low HP. Lu Yu couldn’t rein him in.

After one all-night session, Lu Yu was utterly drained.

Gaming was exhausting. *More* exhausting than studying.

No humblebrag. The second combat hit, mind and hands went into overdrive: brain calculating, fingers flying.

This drained him more than solving a full physics exam ever had.

But right now? Gaming was the only way Lu Yu could numb himself.

BroJieIsHere: Thx Bro Lu! Climbed a whole tier—u worked hard! Tomorrow again~

Before closing the game, Lu Yu skimmed Ren Jie’s message, shut down, washed up quickly, and collapsed onto bed.

He’d sweated all night—but too tired to shower. *Later*, he thought.

Eyes closed on the pillow.

Opened.

“?????”

Staring at the utterly unfamiliar ceiling, Lu Yu froze in shock, then sank into silence.

The scene had changed…

A dream?

He pinched his arm—hard.

Pain shot through his nerves. Sharp. Real.

“Ah… it *hurts*?!!”

“Huh???”

That voice again—familiar, yet alien.

He shot upright.

Pink bedding dotted with stars. Girly. Cute. Sweet scent hanging in the air.

“Holy… shit…”

Lu Yu stayed dumbfounded half a minute before the words escaped.

He was *lost*.

He’d thought the last body-swap was a fluke.

*This* time?!

*Two* flukes?!

He stared at *her* slender arms. Lifted the quilt corner—revealing a cute pink rabbit-print nightgown.

Her chest gently swelled, blocking the view.

Lin Beixing’s figure was graceful—not exaggerated like a 2D anime heroine, but undeniably lovely.

Separated only by thin cotton… Lu Yu slowly raised his hands. An impulse flickered.

*Just… test if it’s soft…*

*Slap!*

He smacked his own forehead.

*What am I thinking?!*

Not cool for morning.

He didn’t even *have* “that” anymore—why get urges over a girl’s body?

And this body was *his* now. Messing with *himself*?

He dropped his hands, sheepish.

If it were a guy’s body? Sure, whatever.

But a girl’s? Nope.

Hunger hit him then.

No wonder—Lin Beixing’s tiny meals probably left this body starving constantly.

He spotted slippers on the floor and stood.

Feet touched ground—

Vision went black.

“Hssk…”

Dizziness exploded. Pitch darkness.

*Fainting…*

He leaned back, aiming for the bed.

Landed softly.

Five minutes passed. His clear eyes opened slowly. Limbs regained faint strength. Sight returned.

He knew this. Anemia. Low blood sugar.

Poor rest. Skipped meals. Overexertion.

This young girl’s body… had serious issues.

Lu Yu lay spread-eagled, breathing slowly until strength returned.

Bracing against the wall, he stood. This body was frailer than he’d imagined.

He shuffled step by step around the room.

No time to worry about privacy.

He needed food. Water.

Hunger crawled from chest to limbs. Strength faded.

Finally—a half-empty coffee cup and a tin of sugar cubes on a small desk.

He didn’t care if it was ideal. Energy was urgent.

He gulped the bitter coffee, popped five, six sugar cubes.

Disliked coffee, but necessity won.

Torn-open coffee packets littered the desk—empty.

Lin Beixing must’ve pulled an all-nighter too.

Reason?

He didn’t need to guess.

Textbooks, worksheets, exams—scattered across bed, nightstand, rug.

The room was otherwise pristine, elegant… yet choked by perfection.

Sheet music lay crumpled near his feet. Notes danced like tiny tadpoles.

AC hummed softly. Furniture gleamed luxury.

Yet Lu Yu felt it—a suffocating weight.

This place was a beautifully woven cage.

And the perfect girl? A golden canary, repeating commands on loop.

*Thump. Thump. Thump.*

The walnut-colored door boomed like a temple bell.

“Beixing? Ready? The tutor’s here.”

Lu Yu knew that voice.

Few words exchanged, yet it felt carved into bone. At the sound, *her* body trembled.

“I’ll be right out, Mom…”

He softened his voice, mimicking Lin Beixing’s gentle tone.

Fists clenched tight.

Useless. This frail body held no power.

She didn’t resist—maybe from habit.

Maybe craving parental approval. Wanting to make them proud.

What a foolish girl.

Just like he once was.

Lu Yu gritted his teeth… then slowly uncurled his fingers.

This was *her* choice. *Her* life.

Per their agreement—he’d honor it.

He’d play her part well.