With My Ability To Swap, I Will Never End Up In A Love Triangle Mess - Chapter 26

“Go on, tell me—what exactly about you is worth secretly photographing?”

Xia Xi, the one who had been falsely accused, now stood confidently by the handrail, exuding an intimidating aura.

In contrast, the girl who had accused him looked pitiful, as if she were the victim.

“You… I…”

She was visibly shaken by Xia Xi’s presence.

She had falsely accused several men before, and every single one had quietly paid her off to avoid trouble. So why was this college-aged guy different?

“What ‘you’? What ‘I’? I asked you—what part of you is worth me sneaking a photo of?”

Xia Xi took a step forward, leaning down slightly until their faces were level.

“Are your legs slimmer and more alluring than mine?”

At this point, shame was the last thing on his mind.

He casually patted his own thighs—covered in white stockings—as if to say, Take a good look.

“Or maybe your ‘barrel waist’ is more appealing to the public than my ‘hourglass waist’?”

After slapping his thighs for emphasis, he lifted his shirt slightly, pinching a soft fold of skin at his waist between two fingers.

The onlookers—some recording, some just watching—glanced between the two and shook their heads.

It was obvious: this guy’s legs were nicer, and his slender waist was far more attractive.

“Stop… just stop!”

“Oh? Now you want me to stop? Where’s all that energy you had when you falsely accused me, huh?”

Standing straight again, his proud chest stretched the fabric of his shirt, forming a stark contrast to the now-tearful girl’s flat figure.

“Yeah, girl, what exactly do you have that compares to this guy? With looks like his, why would he even need to sneak photos of you?”

One young man in the crowd didn’t hold back.

“Exactly! She’s clearly just a scammer. Look at all that makeup—she’s obviously trouble.”

“Don’t worry, bro. We’ve got your back!”

Public opinion had completely flipped.

An elderly man who had been spectating nearby stepped between them, his expression stern.

He glanced at Xia Xi—borrowing Liu Jiaying’s body—taking in the pretty face and enviable figure.

Then he turned to the sobbing girl.

Understanding flashed in his eyes.

In two quick strides, he was in front of her.

SMACK!

A crisp slap echoed through the subway car, leaving a bright red handprint on the girl’s cheek.

Just then, the train arrived at the next station.

The old man briskly exited, leaving the stunned crowd behind.

Xia Xi blinked in disbelief.

Damn… the ‘Subway Judge’ strikes again. Justice served.

With one last glance at the girl, he stepped off the train and headed home.

…

The incident quickly blew up on Douyin (TikTok).

By the time Xia Xi got home and checked his phone, the hashtag was already trending.

“Wow, some girls really have no shame, huh? Ugly inside and out.”

“Bros, this is why I’m scared of women. Absolutely chilling.”

“If that guy wasn’t so damn pretty, this could’ve ended badly.”

“Am I the only one who thinks he’s kinda hot…?”

Reading the comments, Xia Xi sighed in relief—at least he wasn’t the one being cyberbullied.

As for the girl? She’d brought it on herself by publicly slandering him. A little online backlash was just karma.

The subway drama was over, but now he—using Liu Jiaying’s body—had gone viral. What would happen when they switched back tomorrow?

The video wouldn’t just disappear.

Imagine future footage showing his male self bragging about slender thighs and an hourglass waist to some random girl. The cringe alone would probably make people assume he was gay.

But that was tomorrow’s problem.

He closed the app and opened the Tomato Novel author dashboard on his browser. (The mobile app didn’t show detailed reader comments, hence the browser.)

The moment the page loaded, notifications exploded across the screen.

“Author, PLEASE UPDATE! Can Ye Sheng and Jude Yaji escape the Bronze City? I’m dying here!”

At 80,000+ words, the story had just hit the Dragon Raja arc’s most heartbreaking moment—the Bronze City. Leaving readers hanging at such a critical point was practically cruel.

Most comments were either nostalgic (“I had a Chen Wenwen in high school too…”) or theories about the Bronze City’s aftermath. Nearly *80* comments in total.

For a book still in its verification period, that was insane.

Sure, for this novel, success was inevitable—but Xia Xi was still thrilled.

Going viral means I won’t have to put up with Liu Jiaying’s nonsense anymore!

He glanced at his 20,000-word backlog. Since Dragon Raja chapters averaged 5,000 words, he had enough for four more updates—two days’ worth.

Tossing the white stockings onto the floor, he flopped onto the bed, ready to check on Luo Xinyu. After all, Hotarubi no Mori e’s manga adaptation wasn’t finished yet.

As for Liu Yiyi? Her mouth was too sharp. If the system allowed it, he’d replace her in a heartbeat.

That said, her skills were useful for writing. Not that it mattered much—as a “literary thief,” his standards weren’t exactly high.

“Welcome~”

Luo Xinyu’s cheerful voice echoed in his mind.

“Why does that sound like a convenience store greeting?”

“Hehe~”

Borrowing her body felt like being a customer. This airheaded rich girl…

“Are we working on Hotarubi today?”

Her delicate hands rested on the piano keys—she’d been playing earlier.

“Yep.”

Wheeling away from the piano, he moved to the desk.

“I tried drawing a few more pages after you left. Don’t scold me if they’re bad, okay?”

Her tone was oddly cautious.

“Am I some kind of monster? Why would I yell at you?”

“Ehe, good.”

Today, Luo Xinyu seemed… dorkier than usual. Combined with her soft voice, she fit the “clumsy, timid rich girl” trope perfectly.

Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, he picked up her drawings.

Perfect.

Even more polished than his own work.

That’s LV6 Painting for you—no match for my measly LV3.

If only she had his memories of Hotarubi’s original art, he could’ve handed the whole project over to her…