With My Ability To Swap, I Will Never End Up In A Love Triangle Mess - Chapter 1
[You have selected a partial swap. Please now make eye contact with a person of the opposite sex.]
The floating text before Xia Xi’s eyes made him wonder if he’d eaten some hallucinogenic mushrooms by mistake.
But the throbbing lump on his head was proof enough—this was real.
Thirty minutes ago, a coin had fallen from the sky and bonked him on the head. Ever since, a line of text kept appearing in his vision: [System binding available. Proceed?]
Dizzy from the impact, he’d dismissed it as a hallucination. Systems? That kind of thing only existed in fiction.
And yet…
“I choose YES!”
*[Binding successful. This is the Romantic Swap System, designed to increase mutual affection between swap partners. Please select a beginner trial option:
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Random Swap
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Targeted Swap
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Partial Swap]*
Xia Xi hesitated. His 8 a.m. class was about to start, and the professor was notorious for taking attendance.
By the time he slipped into the lecture hall, the teacher was already holding the roll call sheet. With no roommate to save him a seat, Xia Xi had no choice but to walk under everyone’s gaze to the second row.
[Please select your beginner trial option.]
The text still hovered in his vision.
My life’s about to change, he realized. I’m a System-wielding protagonist now!
“Let’s try a partial swap first.”
Random or targeted swaps sounded like full-body exchanges. If he suddenly morphed into someone else in public—or if the person inhabiting his body did something bizarre—he’d either die of embarrassment or end up dissected in a lab.
[Partial swap selected. Please make eye contact with a person of the opposite sex.]
*[Note:
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Swap visibility can be toggled (public/private)
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Do not cause physical harm to swapped body parts
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Swaps are reversible at any time
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The terms seemed harmless. Xia Xi glanced at the girl sitting in front of him—the class monitor, Lin Xuening.
[Target acquired: Lin Xuening]
[Select body parts to swap.]
After a brief deliberation, he picked feet. For a trial run, subtlety was key. Swapping heads, hands, or legs would be too obvious.
[Make swap visible to others?]
“No.”
Obviously. If people noticed, how would he explain? Playing dumb wouldn’t work—who’d believe him?
[Swap complete. Protect the swapped parts, or face penalties.]
As the text faded, Xia Xi felt no immediate change—until he looked down.
His usual white sneakers were gone. In their place were petite black Mary Janes, comically mismatched with his calves. His athletic socks had morphed into snug black knee-highs, the pressure around his shins unmistakable.
Lin Xuening wore a standard JK uniform. These shoes—now his—were clearly hers. His size-42 feet were crammed into what felt like size-36/37 shoes.
To confirm, he pretended to drop a pen and peeked at Lin Xuening’s feet.
Yep. His white sneakers were now on her.
“No way. It actually worked?”
His muttered exclamation drew odd looks from nearby classmates.
But beyond the novelty, the swap seemed pointless. The system claimed to “increase affection,” but how? Through some cliché body-swap rom-com plot where they bicker and eventually fall in love?
Please. He wasn’t some creep who’d hijack another person’s body.
The two-hour class ended at 10 a.m. With half the swap duration remaining, Xia Xi waited until the room emptied to avoid walking awkwardly in tiny shoes.
“Xia Xi.”
A melodic voice stopped him.
“Uh… Class Monitor Lin. What’s up?” He tucked the Mary Janes beneath his chair, avoiding eye contact.
Why was she confronting him? Had the system lied about the swap being invisible?
“Stop staring at me in class. It’s disgusting and distracting.” Her tone was icy. “And just because your feet are nicer doesn’t mean you get to mock mine. Next time, I’m reporting you to the advisor.”
“Wait, I didn’t—”
She cut him off with a glare, hugged her textbooks, and marched out—though he swore he heard her mutter, “If you want to look, just ask properly.”
…Surely he’d misheard. Lin Xuening would never say something like that.
At least the system’s “private swap” function worked. The downside? He’d just been branded a foot-fetishizing weirdo.
So much for increasing affection. If his likability wasn’t in the negatives already, it would be soon.
In his excitement, he had stared too long at the system’s text—which she’d mistaken for ogling. And his shocked whisper upon seeing her feet? She took it as ridicule.
Understandable. A 162 cm girl suddenly sporting size-42 men’s sneakers would look bizarre.
Shaking his head, Xia Xi brushed off the scolding. With the system, he’d have other chances. This was just a minor setback.
He packed up, slung his bag over his shoulder, and stood—only to wince.
At 176 cm, his weight bore down painfully on the 36 cm feet. The 1–2 km walk home left them sore and swollen.
Somehow, he made it without tripping.
Back in his apartment, he yanked off the shoes and knee-highs, sighing as the red indentations on his calves faded.
There they were: Lin Xuening’s delicate feet, now his to admire…
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