The Body Swap Game

　　 Eight hours later, Xia Yu returned to her body.

　　 sat up from the bed, he stretched.

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

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

　　 Picking up the phone, he checked his deposit.

　　 The balance figure of three thousand made him very heartbroken.

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 to buy cat food and litter for the black cat, and another three hundred. In just a few days, he spent three thousand. .

　　 It is obvious that there is a body exchange game, why not only not much money, but also declining!

　　 Heartache for a while, telling myself that this is a necessary preliminary investment, Xia Yu comforted his injured heart.

　　 took out a book from the shelf, he read it, it was an adventure novel.

　　As a money-strapped person, he has no room to buy books. Books are the minister of the Department of Literature. In order to spend the funds of those free clubs, Xia Yu, who is a member of the ghost club, bought a copy and distributed it to members.

　　 After three years of high school, he got a small shelf full of books from the Department of Literature.

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

　　 Today is Monday, another week has come.

　　 When he arrived in the class, Xia Yu was caught in the schoolbag before he could sit down.

　　 "Yu! Save me!" It was a boy who caught Xia Yu, his face pleading.

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

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

　　 "I want it all!" Gui Zixiao said.

　　 "You haven't moved a subject? Are you sure you can finish the copy before handing in the homework?" Xia Yu glanced at the time, and started early reading in fifteen minutes. The deadline for the early reading is called the homework deadline.

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

　　 Xia Yu has a bad feeling.

　　 Sure enough, Gui Zixiao handed over the math and English homework to Xia Yu's hands: "I'm pleased with you."

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

　　 "Wait, wait, you forgot to have an art class today? And today's subject is oil painting!" Gui Zixiao stopped Xia Yu again.

　　 "Add another duck leg for lunch." Xia Yu asked.

　　 "Deal!"

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

　　 He didn't expect that he, who had all his homework done by the hosting system, would actually have to do homework for others.

　　 During the morning reading, he put the book up on the desk, worked hard, and finished the homework in time before the end of the morning reading get out of class.

　　 I handed in my homework. The first class was an art class. Under the leadership of the class leader, a group of people lined up and came to the art classroom.

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

　　 wrapped the apron, picked up the brush and paint, Xia Yu found a shelf that was inside and sat down.

　　 He clamped the canvas paper on the wooden frame and squeezed the paint onto 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 placed it in the middle.

　　The task of this class is to draw this head.

　　 Gui Zixiao, who is sitting next to Xia Yu, has already started to paint: "Good brother, thank you just now, give me ten minutes, and I will help you when I finish painting!"

Xia Yu’s painting skills are very poor, especially oil painting. If he was in the school of his previous life, he could still rely on education’s contempt for art and fool around. However, the world also values ​​the achievements of art and other subjects. To store it, he can only let others do it for him.

　　 Shaking the paintbrush, Xia Yu pretended to be.

One minute later, he became a little bored. Five minutes later, he glanced at Gui Zixiao's paintings. Gui Zixiao's paintings are also very bad, but they are much better than Xia Yu. Xia Yu's own paintings will definitely be judged as no Passed, and Gui Zixiao's paintings can still pass the test.

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

　　 They are not using special canvas, but cheap oil painting paper. Xia Yu hid some of it privately, and then just get a new one for Gui Zixiao to paint.

　　 The teacher's speed is very slow, especially when passing behind a boy, he stood 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 to Xia Yu's area.

　　 Seeing Gui Zixiao's painting, the teacher sighed, then looked at Xia Yu's painting.

　　 He snorted.

He has taught Xia Yu in this class for two years, and he knows the students in the class very well. He also knows exactly what Xia Yu has to paint on behalf of him. He just let him go because the other party's grades are at the forefront of the class and the head teacher said hello. Regardless of.

　　 While he thought he would see ghost painting symbols, he actually saw a painting of average level in the class?

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

　　 stood for a while, and the teacher knew that this was not ghostwriting, because the painting hadn't been finished yet, and Xia Yu was still writing.

　　The paintings under his gaze, not only did not drop in level, but rose to the upper middle level in the class.

　　 "Not bad, not bad. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" praised a few words, and the art teacher smiled and walked away.

　　 The students around Xia Yu, after hearing the teacher's words, glanced at Xia Yu's drawing board, and made a unified sound.

　　 Xia Yu's painting skills are notoriously poor, and the students all understand it.

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

　　 Putting aside the pen, Xia Yu glanced at Gui Zixiao: "Do you think it is possible?"

　　 "Yes, you hate painting, and the paint is expensive, you can't practice it." Gui Zixiao calmly analyzed and thought carefully, "So what's the matter with you?"

Xia Yu was also a little puzzled. His previous paintings were really bad, and he had never practiced oil painting. The only practice related to painting was the first body exchange, using An Siyao's body for one night. Cartoon characters.

　　 Manga skills rise, so will oil painting rise?

　　 This is undoubtedly impossible.

　　Thinking for a while, Xia Yu focused on [Painting lv1].

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

　　 Only when the level of comics reaches lv1, do you get the ability of all lv1?

　　 horrible.

　　 He looked at [Music lv1] again. Looking at it the same way, does this skill include all instruments?

　　 An Siyao, this girl, has a bigger role than I imagined.

　　 Stop scaring her from now on.

　　 Finished the rest of the paintings, and when commenting, Xia Yu also received great praise from the art teacher.

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