With My Ability To Swap, I Will Never End Up In A Love Triangle Mess - Chapter 24

Xia Xi glanced at his younger sister, Xia Yue, who was sipping osmanthus wine-flavored milk tea beside him, and couldn’t help but sigh in resignation.

After swapping bodies with Liu Jiaying, all he wanted was to lie in bed all day and wait for the swap to end. But no—Xia Yue had insisted he escort her back to school.

“What’s the big deal? Getting to accompany your adorable little sister to school is a blessing! Even the brothers in galgames do it willingly~”

Xia Yue hummed smugly, slurping her boba while scrolling through short videos, her short legs swinging back and forth.

Speaking of which, his sister really was petite—noticeably so.

And it wasn’t just her flat chest. Her height, her frame—everything about her was tiny.

He wouldn’t be surprised if she had to tiptoe to reach the cafeteria counter at school.

“Cut it out with those degenerate games, will you?”

What kind of girl gets hooked on galgames?

If Xia Yue were a boy, he could understand. But she was a cute girl herself—why would she want to shout “waifu” at fictional heroines and romance them in games?

“You just don’t get it! When you pick the right dialogue options and see the girls’ affectionate gazes, or hear their sweet, tender voices—it’s pure bliss!”

Their conversation naturally drew the attention of nearby passengers in the train car.

The most obvious reaction came from the chubby guy sitting to Xia Xi’s right. His expression? Pure kinship—like he’d stumbled upon a fellow man of culture.

From the moment this guy sat down, his eyes kept darting toward Xia Xi’s legs. Definitely a creep.

Sure, the white thigh-highs and school uniform he was wearing might’ve been a little risqué, but that didn’t justify staring at a guy’s legs!

No doubt about it—this guy was the type who played dating sims, probably the spicier kind.

Sure, his sister played them too, but that was different. Xia Yue was a petite, moe-blob of a girl—nothing like this overweight otaku.

Talk about a double standard!

But so what? Cute girls and handsome guys had invisible privileges.

“Keep those pervy comments to yourself in public, will you?”

“Hmph! I’m defending the honor of galgames with pure, unwavering devotion!”

The chubby guy’s eyes sparkled even brighter.

Xia Xi was convinced this guy had found his goddess.

“Keep talking like that, and I’ll throw out all your figurines.”

Of course, it was an empty threat. There was no way he’d actually destroy his sister’s prized possessions.

Xia Yue knew her brother too well to take him seriously.

“Go ahead! Each of those figures cost at least 300 yuan—some were over 2,000!”

Oh, so that’s where her allowance went. No wonder she was so short—she’d probably been skipping meals at school to save up for games, merch, and collectibles.

Unbelievable…

“Fine. I’ll give you an extra 1,000 yuan a month for food. Eat properly.”

Xia Yue blinked in confusion at her brother’s sudden softness.

What’s gotten into him?

But hey—extra spending money? Hehehe~

She knew Xia Xi worked hard for his income, so she’d actually been saving most of her allowance. By the time she graduated high school, she’d have enough for college tuition.

“Onii-chan, you’re the best~”

Watching the siblings’ affectionate exchange, the chubby guy felt tears welling up.

Why… Why don’t I have a cute little sister like that? Or that guy’s killer figure? Waaah~

Patting Xia Yue’s head, Xia Xi stretched his shoulders and refocused on his phone.

Being a girl was exhausting. Whether standing or sitting, he could feel the weight.

He hadn’t experienced this in Luo Xinyu or Liu Yiyi’s bodies.

Was it because one always wore sleepwear and the other was, well… not as blessed?

Still, Liu Jiaying’s body had its perks.

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“Big bro, you’ve been glued to your phone since yesterday. What’s the big deal? Let me see~”

Xia Yue was burning with curiosity.

No matter how she’d probed yesterday, Xia Xi had dodged her questions. Now that she was heading back to school—a whole month without seeing him—she had to know his secret.

After a brief hesitation, Xia Xi showed her his screen.

It wasn’t like she could do much with the info anyway—her school confiscated phones.

“Dragon Raja? Since when do you write novels? Weren’t your essays just rambling nonsense before?”

Xia Xi scowled at her lack of faith.

“Excuse me, I scored over 50 on every high school argumentative essay!”

“Ehh~”

“Tch. Go back to your videos. I’m ignoring you now.”

He pulled his arm back and resumed typing.

How dare this brat question his writing skills!

Okay, fine—his prose was mediocre. But Jiang Nan’s Dragon Raja was brilliantly written, and he was just plagiarizing it anyway.

“Hmph! If you won’t show me, I’ll search for it myself~”

Xia Yue read light novels—mostly Japanese imports—so this xuanhuan-sounding title was new to her.

“Let’s see… Tomato Novels, Dragon Raja… Oh, here! Only 20,000 words?”

Despite the low word count, it was her brother’s debut work. She ought to read it to show support.

“Onii-chan, can I use your lap as a pillow~?”

“Ugh, fine.”

Xia Yue immediately flopped onto Xia Xi’s thighs. Thanks to her small frame and the train’s spacious seats, she fit perfectly, her legs dangling playfully.

Lying there, she realized her view of the ceiling was now mostly blocked.

Dammit! (Xia Yue’s internal grumbling about her brother’s figure and her own aspirations.)

Holding up her phone, she began reading her brother’s masterpiece.

A loser protagonist? But he doesn’t seem like one—he’s got a cute sister, a hot boss, decent grades, and financial freedom. Why write about such a downer?