With My Ability To Swap, I Will Never End Up In A Love Triangle Mess - Chapter 61

“Xiaoxue, you’re back! How’s that little boyfriend of yours?”

Boyfriend? What boyfriend? Since when did Class President Lin get herself one?

If she had a boyfriend, yet still said she’d take care of Xia Xi these past few days—running to the hospital every day—wouldn’t that strain their relationship?

After all, people these days are incredibly possessive, prone to jealousy at the drop of a hat. Sure, it’s a way of expressing love and concern, but being overly possessive doesn’t seem like a good thing.

“What boyfriend?! Tingting, stop teasing me!”

Lin Xuening protested furiously in her mind.

Xia Xi didn’t know much about her personal relationships, so he simply repeated the words echoing in his head.

Wang Yuting gave him a puzzled look.

“I’m not joking! You and Xia Xi still aren’t together? I saw you going to his place!”

…?

Since when had Wang Yuting been following them?

Lin Xuening visiting his place was something they’d kept under wraps—so how had her roommate found out? This misunderstanding was spiraling fast.

“I just went to pick something up. Last time, I left my bag in the classroom, and Xia Xi took it back for me.”

Xia Xi explained.

It wasn’t a lie—Lin Xuening really had retrieved her bag from his place.

“But didn’t you say he had food poisoning and you needed to take care of him? Since when do ordinary friends need daily care like that?”

Wang Yuting adjusted her glasses, seeing right through it.

In her eyes, Lin Xuening’s excuses were nothing more than flimsy attempts to cover up the truth.

“I—”

Xia Xi was at a loss.

He never expected Lin Xuening to actually announce her plans to take care of him in the dorm group chat.

Originally, she’d intended to stay at the hospital—there were spare beds, and she could just pay for the space—so she’d given her roommates a heads-up. But then Xia Xi suddenly ended up in her body, throwing her plans into chaos.

“Alright, do what you want. Just remember to step outside if you’re gonna make late-night calls.”

Wang Yuting didn’t press further. She was just here for the gossip—other people’s business wasn’t hers to meddle in.

“By the way, Xiaoxue, are you still not planning to study today? You’ve been pretty busy lately.”

Another roommate, who’d been silently scribbling away at her desk, suddenly turned to ask.

This was Zhao Xiaoxiao, the infamous study maniac of their class. Outside of eating, sleeping, and hygiene, she spent every waking moment studying—even securing permission from their professors to skip lectures and self-study in the library instead.

“Ah… I still have some things to take care of, so I’ll hold off on studying for now.”

Apparently, Lin Xuening was also preparing for grad school. Their dorm was usually a quiet hub of diligent studying, but ever since that day she’d come back blushing after being alone with Xia Xi in the classroom, she’d started spending less and less time there.

No one knew what was going through her head—she’d zone out at her desk within minutes, and her handwriting would drift off mid-problem.

“Fine, suit yourself.”

Zhao Xiaoxiao wasn’t one to interfere with others’ choices. After all, academic success wasn’t the only path forward—and unlike her, Lin Xuening came from a well-off family. She didn’t have to rely solely on herself for the future.

This was Xia Xi’s first time in a girls’ dorm, and he had no idea what to do. He could only sit blankly at Lin Xuening’s desk.

Honestly? This wasn’t at all what he’d imagined a girls’ dorm would be like.

According to rumors, girls’ dorms were supposed to be messy—clothes piled on beds, desks cluttered with makeup, and a constant undercurrent of drama, complete with secret group chats (like four roommates, five group chats).

But here?

At least in Lin Xuening’s dorm, everything was neat and tidy. Desks were lined with stacks of books, and open notebooks were filled with dense scribbles of equations and notes.

The whole place reeked of academia—the kind of dorm that proudly displayed “Model Room” awards.

“Oh, Xiaoxue’s back! Quick, I’ve got a problem I can’t solve—help me out!”

With the arrival of the final roommate, the sound of running water from the bathroom (which had been going since Xia Xi entered) finally stopped.

Qin Bingbing, wrapped in a towel with damp hair, looked at Lin Xuening with sparkling eyes.

Logically, if she had a question, she should’ve asked Zhao Xiaoxiao—the top student. But that girl was so single-mindedly focused on studying that her bluntness made her hard to approach. So, naturally, no one liked bothering her.

As for Wang Yuting? She was decent at academics, but not as good as Lin Xuening.

In this situation, the ideal person to ask was none other than Class President Lin—kind, patient, and academically solid!

“Uh… let me see?”

Xia Xi hesitated, unsure if he could even answer it.

“Here, this one.”

Qin Bingbing held her towel with one hand and passed him a workbook with the other.

“In the eyes of a normal guy, which is more important—games or his girlfriend?”

“Obviously games!”

Without a second thought, Xia Xi blurted it out. After twenty years of being male, did he even need to hesitate?

Girlfriends could come and go, but if you AFK’d in a game, you’d give your sleeping parents nightmares from the stress!

However, the moment the words left his mouth, Lin Xuening’s voice chimed in his mind.

“Obviously the girlfriend is more important!”

In her view, love between two people outweighed everything else!

What kind of trash game could compare to the joy of being with a—ahem—with a girlfriend?!

Then she heard Xia Xi’s answer and was stunned.

“Angel Sister, how could you think that? A guy who only cares about that would definitely say his girlfriend is more important!”

She tried to correct his perspective.

Coincidentally, Qin Bingbing was also asking why—she, too, thought the girlfriend should obviously matter more. After all, games could be played anytime.

“No, no. Games never abandon their players—they even shower them with rewards to keep them hooked. Meanwhile, girlfriends… well, aside from the risk of infidelity, they demand constant attention, whether they’re right or wrong. Comparatively, guys would definitely prefer games.”

Of course, this didn’t apply to couples truly in love. Love was complicated—some people would rather die than be apart. In that kind of relationship, they probably only had eyes for each other.

But… putting all that aside…

Qin Bingbing, what kind of workbook is this?! How is this an actual question?!

Xia Xi flipped the book over to check the cover.

“Male Psychology Test Questions: Helping You Better Control Men”

Xia Xi: “…”

Are you actually preparing for grad school? Or are you aiming for Abstract University or something…

“Oops! Wrong book! Sorry, sorry!”

Yeah, you totally did that on purpose—cut the act!