The Body Swap Game

Eight hours later, Xia Yu returned to his body.

Sitting up from the bed, he stretched.

Since having this game, he doesn't need to sleep anymore, and the managed body will help him complete the sleep.

Getting up from the bed, he stretched his legs and sat on the chair in front of the desk.

Picking up his phone, he looked at his deposit.

The balance of three thousand made him very sad.

It cost you two thousand to buy a mobile phone for Youxue, seven hundred to take a taxi to pick up the black cat, and another three hundred to buy cat food and litter for the black cat. In just a few days, he spent three thousand .

Even with the body swap game, why is my money not only not much, but also keeps decreasing!

Heartbroken for a while, telling himself that this was a necessary upfront investment, Xia Yu soothed his wounded heart.

He casually took out a book from the bookshelf, and looked at it, it was an adventure novel.

As a money-strapped person, he didn't have the time to buy books. The books were bought by the head of the literature department to spend the funds of the idle clubs and distributed to members. Xia Yu, who was a member of the ghost club, also got a copy.

After three years of high school, the books he got from the literature department have filled one of his small bookshelves.

At 7:30, he opened the door, washed and ate, and took the subway to school.

Today, Monday, is another new week.

In class, Xia Yu was grabbed by his schoolbag before he could sit down.

"Yu! Help me!" It was a boy who grabbed Xia Yu, and his face was pleading.

The boy's name is Gui Zixiao, who is Xia Yu's friend.

"...Which subject do you want?" Xia Yu opened his schoolbag.

"I want them all!" Gui Zixiao said.

"You didn't take a single subject? Are you sure you can finish copying before handing in your homework?" Xia Yu glanced at the time, and started to read early in fifteen minutes, and it was called the deadline for homework.

Gui Zixiao's face showed an embarrassed look, and he looked at Xia Yu.

Xia Yu had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, Gui Zixiao handed over the math and English homework to Xia Yu: "I'll leave these to you."

"I refuse." Not only did Xia Yu not pick up the homework, but he also took back his homework.

"Wait, wait, you forgot about art class today? And today's subject is oil painting!" Gui Zixiao held Xia Yu back again.

"Add a duck leg to lunch." Xia Yu asked.

"make a deal!"

Holding Gui Zixiao's homework, Xia Yu returned to his seat.

He didn't expect that he had to help others with their homework after letting the hosting system do all the homework for him.

During the morning reading, he put the book up on the table, wrote hard, and finished the homework in time before the morning reading get out of class was over.

After handing in the homework, the first class is the art class. Under the leadership of the monitor, a group of people lined up and came to the art classroom.

The art teacher has already taken out paint and other props.

Putting on an apron, picking up brushes and paints, Xia Yu found a shelf on the inside and sat down.

He clamped the oil painting paper to the wooden frame and squeezed the paint on the paint board.

When all the students were ready, the art teacher took out a stone statue of a human head from the cabinet and put it in the middle.

The task of this lesson is to draw the head.

Gui Zixiao, who was sitting next to Xia Yu, had already started to draw: "My dear brother, thank you just now, give me ten minutes, and I'll help you draw after I finish drawing!"

Xia Yu's painting skills are terrible, especially oil painting. If he was in the school in his previous life, he could still rely on education's contempt for art,

Feel free to fool around, but this world also values ​​the grades of subjects such as art, and these homework even have to be stored, so he can only let others do it for him.

Shaking the brush, Xia Yu pretended to be.

A minute later, he became a little bored. Five minutes later, he took a look at Gui Zixiao's paintings. Gui Zixiao's paintings were also bad, but they were much better than Xia Yu's. Xia Yu's own paintings would definitely be judged as bad. Passed, and Gui Zixiao's painting can still be fooled.

At this time, the teacher began to patrol the field, and Xia Yu hurriedly began to graffiti.

They didn't use special canvases, but cheap oil painting paper. Xia Yu kept some privately, and when the time comes, just get a new one for Gui Zixiao to paint on.

The teacher's speed is very slow, especially when passing behind a boy, he stood there for three minutes.

This is not because the boy draws well, but because next to the boy is a well-developed girl.

Three minutes later, the teacher continued to patrol and soon came around Xia Yu.

After looking at Gui Zixiao's painting, the teacher sighed and looked at Xia Yu's painting again.

He snorted.

He has taught Xia Yu's class for two years, and he knows the students very well. He is also very clear about the fact that Xia Yu asked someone to paint for him. It was only because the other party's grades were at the top of the class that the head teacher greeted him, so he let him go. in spite of.

And he, who thought he would see a ghost painting talisman, actually saw an average painting in the class?

Get a guy to draw fast and give it to Xia Yu?

After standing for a while, the teacher knew that this was not a ghostwriting, because the painting was not finished yet, and Xia Yu was still writing.

The paintings under his gaze not only did not decline in quality, but rose to the top of the class.

"Not bad." After a few compliments, the art teacher smiled and walked away.

The students around Xia Yu heard the teacher's words, glanced at Xia Yu's drawing board, and all said shit.

Xia Yu's painting skills were notoriously poor, and the students all knew it.

Gui Zixiao grabbed Xia Yu's shoulder: "You actually practiced oil painting secretly!"

Putting down his pen, Xia Yu glanced at Gui Zixiao: "Do you think it's possible?"

"That's right, you hate painting and the paint is expensive, so you can't practice more." Gui Zixiao calmly analyzed and thought carefully, "So what's going on with you?"

Xia Yu was also a little puzzled. He used to draw really badly, and he had never practiced oil painting. The only practice related to painting was the first body exchange, using An Siyao's body to practice all night. Cartoon characters.

Manga skill rises, and oil painting also rises?

This is undoubtedly impossible.

After thinking for a while, Xia Yu set his sights on [painting lv1].

I thought it was just a manga skill, but it turned out to be a whole series of skills?

It's just that the level of manga has reached lv1, and he has obtained the ability of the whole series of lv1?

So scary.

He looked at [Music lv1] again. From the same point of view, this skill also includes all musical instruments?

This girl, An Siyao, has a greater role than she imagined.

Don't scare her less in the future.

After finishing the rest of the painting and commenting, Xia Yu also received a big compliment from the art teacher.

In the evening, after finishing his part-time job, he returned home, lay on the bed, and entered An Siyao's body.