With My Ability To Swap, I Will Never End Up In A Love Triangle Mess - Chapter 30

The entire morning, with Lin Xuening keeping a close watch, Xia Xi actually managed to sit through several classes attentively.

No napping, no playing on his phone—the moment she caught him slacking, she’d immediately raise her hand and call out to the teacher.

University professors were usually pretty laid-back; as long as you weren’t blatantly goofing off right under their noses, they’d typically turn a blind eye. But if someone specifically reported it? That was a different story.

Not only would the reported student be embarrassed, but even the lecturer would feel awkward, ultimately resorting to a half-hearted scolding just for show.

“Seriously, class president, it’s already the fourth period. Do you really have to watch me this closely?”

By now, Xia Xi’s body had already switched back. With his male physique restored, he felt noticeably lighter—at least he no longer had to deal with those two heavy burdens on his chest.

“Hmph.”

Hearing Xia Xi call her “class president” in that tone, Lin Xuening snorted coldly, her expression making it clear she had no intention of backing off.

“Fine, fine. I’m going to the bathroom. I’d like to see you follow me into the men’s restroom!”

Xia Xi couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation as he grabbed his phone and headed for the restroom.

Faced with his shameless “bathroom escape” tactic, Lin Xuening had no choice but to let him go.

Sure, there were those who could waltz into any restroom without a care (cough version T0 cough), but she wasn’t one of them. She still had basic morals and a sense of shame.

Besides, she was just looking out for Xia Xi—it wasn’t like she was some kind of creep obsessed with his private business.

“What an idiot… a total idiot… clueless…”

After glancing around and failing to spot Xia Xi, she finally gave up and slumped onto the desk.

Her high ponytail spilled over her arm, hiding half her face—only her delicate nose and bright, glistening eyes remained visible.

…

Restroom.

First stall…

“Who has zero manners? Didn’t even flush!”

Second stall…

“What the hell? The floor’s covered in toilet paper—what kind of disaster happened here?!”

Third stall… occupied.

Fourth stall…

Finally, a relatively clean one.

Sure, the smell of smoke wafted over from the neighboring stall, but it was tolerable. At least it wasn’t as disgusting as the others.

“So this is how things got resolved after switching back.”

Opening a short-video platform, he searched for the subway incident from before.

In the video, the male protagonist (him) had been inexplicably blurred out, his features completely obscured. Even the people involved in the incident suddenly found their memories of his appearance foggy, unable to recall what he looked like at all.

As for the comments section, all the remarks about his appearance had mysteriously vanished. Instead, there were things like: “Look at that blurred figure—curves in all the right places. Was that actually a girl?”

In short, netizens had collectively rewritten the narrative, framing the whole incident as some kind of catfight between women rather than a false accusation against a guy.

“Well, what can you do? Even with the blur, that silhouette did look undeniably feminine.”

Seemed like the system’s solution was to warp public perception yet again.

He wondered how things had played out with his younger sister.

After all, her roommate, Bai Xiaocha, had even complimented him on his great figure and pretty face.

As for the guy in class who’d confessed to him—that part hadn’t been altered. He’d genuinely confessed to Xia Xi, even going so far as to declare in front of the whole class that Xia Xi was “prettier than most girls.”

Naturally, he’d been labeled as a bold (and possibly questionably oriented) guy with unique aesthetic tastes.

“Not the worst outcome, I guess.”

At least this body swap hadn’t caused any major chaos. The system’s ability to “correct” public perception was impressively thorough.

[Your exchange target, Luo Xinyu, has reached 60 affection points. Additional slot unlocked.]

[Target Luo Xinyu’s affection has reached 60. Reward: “Exchange Binding Card (Other Person)” x1.]

“Huh?!”

The sudden system notification made Xia Xi blurt out in surprise.

“Ahem, dude… chill. It’s just a bathroom break.”

A classic smoker’s rasp came from the neighboring stall.

Xia Xi quickly shut his mouth.

What’s going on? How did Luo Xinyu’s affection suddenly hit 60? I’ve been at school all morning—I haven’t done anything! Did the great God of Overthinking bless her or something?

Actually, his guess wasn’t far off.

The affection increase was indeed linked to Luo Xinyu’s own imagination running wild.

Earlier that morning, Luo Xinyu had planned to practice piano but suddenly remembered the announcement Liu Yiyi had posted.

What if “Chen Xi” really is just a pen name?

Curious, she typed “Chen Xi” into the search bar of Tomato Novel.

There were at least a few hundred users with “Chen Xi” in their name, but thanks to the platform’s algorithm, the ones with more followers appeared first.

Given the kind of person who could come up with a story like “Firefly Forest,” she figured their other works would probably be decent too.

Coincidentally, thanks to the recent surge in popularity of “Dragon Raja,” the account “Summer Chen Xi” had gained a ton of followers—and Luo Xinyu stumbled upon the novel “Dragon Raja.”

“A loser kid?”

While tragic romance like “Firefly Forest” might not have resonated with her, the story of Lu Mingfei’s “loser” life was a different matter.

As a wealthy young lady whose life had been constrained by her legs, hadn’t her own existence been its own kind of “loser” fate?

Sure, it was a completely different kind of “loserdom” from Lu Mingfei’s, but that didn’t stop her from feeling a connection—or rather, a connection to Chen Xi himself.

Even if this “Chen Xi” might not be the same person who’d borrowed her body, Luo Xinyu wasn’t thinking that far ahead. Searching for the pen name was just a way to comfort herself.

“If he can write a protagonist like this, Chen Xi must have gone through something similar, right?”

Only after reading to the last page did she finally set her phone down, lying back on her plush, luxurious bed as scenes flashed through her mind.

The power of imagination truly was something else.

In Luo Xinyu’s mind, Xia Xi’s dedication to learning art in her body was all about acquiring skills to change his own fate.

And the fact that he didn’t even know how to eat a pain au chocolat—a common pastry—meant he’d probably never had one before. Just how poor was he?

“It’s okay. You can come experience the life of a wealthy young lady in my body anytime. You can learn all kinds of skills here—I won’t look down on you…”

Lost in her own overthinking, Luo Xinyu muttered to herself on the bed.

This wave of sympathy was likely the reason for her sudden affection boost.

But Xia Xi would probably never find out that, thanks to “Dragon Raja,” Luo Xinyu now saw him as some pitiful, lovelorn, dirt-poor guy who’d struck out with his high school crush.

Meanwhile, still trapped in the smoke-filled bathroom stall, Xia Xi was fuming.

“Lin Xuening, what the hell do you even want from me?!”