Life swap game

Eight hours later, Xia Yu returned to his body.

He sat up from the bed and stretched.

Since he got this game, he no longer needs to sleep, the managed body will help him complete the sleep.

He stood up from the bed, stretched out his legs, and sat on the chair in front of the desk.

Picking up his phone, he looked at his savings.

The balance figure of three thousand made him very heartbroken.

He spent 2,000 to buy a mobile phone for Youxue, 700 to take a taxi to pick up the black cat and back, and another 300 to buy cat food and cat litter for the black cat. In just a few days, he spent 3,000. .

There is obviously a body swapping game, but why is my money not only not more, but also decreasing!

After feeling heartbroken for a while, Xia Yu comforted his wounded heart by telling himself that this was a necessary upfront investment.

He casually pulled out a book from the bookshelf and read it. It was an adventure novel.

As a person who is tight with money, he has no spare time to buy books. The director of the literature department bought books and distributed them to members in order to spend the idle club funds. Xia Yu, a member of the ghost club, also received a copy.

After three years of high school, his small bookshelf has been filled with books he received from the literature club.

At half past seven, he opened the door, washed and ate, and took the subway to school.

Today is Monday, another new week has arrived.

When he arrived in class, before he could sit down, Xia Yu was grabbed by his school bag.

Yu! Save me! The one who caught Xia Yu was a boy, with a pleading look on his face.

The boy's name is Gui Zixiao, and he is Xia Yu's good friend.

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

I want them all! Gui Zixiao said.

You haven't touched a single subject? Are you sure you can finish copying the homework before handing it in? Xia Yu looked at the time and started reading in the morning in fifteen minutes. After reading the homework early, it was the deadline for the homework.

Gui Zixiao had an embarrassed look on his face and looked at Xia Yu.

Xia Yu had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, Gui Zixiao handed over his 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, he also took his own homework back.

Wait, wait, there is an art class today, did you forget? And today's subject is oil painting! Gui Zixiao grabbed Xia Yu again.

Add duck legs to lunch. Xia Yu requested.

make a deal!

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

He didn't expect that he would have to help others do their homework when all the homework was done by the hosting system.

During morning reading, he put the book upright on the table and wrote furiously. He finished his homework in time before the morning reading get out of class ended.

After handing in the homework, the first class was 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 the paints and other props.

Putting on an apron, picking up a brush and paint, Xia Yu found a shelf near the inside and sat down.

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

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

The task of this lesson is to draw this head.

Gui Zixiao, who was sitting next to Xia Yu, had already begun to draw: Good brother, thank you very much just now. Give me ten minutes and I will help you draw after I finish!

Xia Yu's painting skills are terrible, especially oil painting. If he were in school in his previous life, he could still rely on the education's contempt for art and fool him around casually. However, in this world, performance in subjects such as art is also valued more. These assignments even To store it, he could only ask others to do it for him.

Shaking the brush, Xia Yu pretended.

After a minute, he became a little bored. After five minutes, he looked at Gui Zixiao's paintings. Gui Zixiao's paintings were also bad, but they were much better than Xia Yu. Xia Yu's own paintings would definitely be judged as bad. It passed, and Gui Zixiao's paintings were still able to get through.

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

They didn't use a special canvas, but cheap oil painting paper. Xia Yu kept some privately. When the time came, he would just give Gui Zixiao a new one to paint on.

The teacher was very slow, especially when passing behind a boy. He stood there for three minutes.

This is not because the boy is very good at drawing, but because next to that boy is a well-developed girl.

Three minutes later, the teacher continued patrolling and soon arrived around Xia Yu.

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

He said something.

He has taught Xia Yu's class for two years and knows the students in the class very well. He is also aware of the matter of Xia Yu asking someone to draw for him. He only let it go because his grades were at the top of the class and the class teacher said hello. in spite of.

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

Take a guy who can draw quickly and give it to Xia Yu?

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

The paintings under his gaze not only did not decline in level, but actually improved, reaching the average level in the class.

Not bad, not bad. After a few compliments, the art teacher walked away with a smile.

The students around Xia Yu heard the teacher's words, glanced at Xia Yu's drawing board, and all made a fuck sound.

Xia Yu's painting skills are notoriously poor, and his classmates all know this.

Gui Zixiao grabbed Xia Yu's shoulders: 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 it's impossible for you to practice more. Gui Zixiao analyzed calmly and thought carefully, So what's the matter with you?

Xia Yu was also a little confused. He was really bad at painting before, and he had never practiced oil painting. The only practice related to painting was when he exchanged bodies for the first time, he practiced all night with An Siyao's body. Cartoon characters.

As comics skills increase, oil painting skills will also increase?

This is undoubtedly impossible.

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

I thought this was just a comic skill, but it turned out to be a full range of skills?

Just because the level of comics reaches lv1, does one gain all lv1 abilities?

So scary.

He looked at [Music lv1] again. Looking at it similarly, this skill also covers all musical instruments?

This girl An Siyao is more important than she thought.

Don't scare her less in the future.

After finishing the rest of the painting and commenting on it, Xia Yu also received strong praise 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.