This is simply too outrageous.

Qi Xi was unwilling to give up. Watermelon had to be among these people—perhaps Watermelon was searching for him as well. With that thought, Qi Xi called out, “Watermelon!”

His voice was loud and clear, ringing through the crowd. Everyone turned to look at him, puzzled by his outburst—what on earth was he up to? Qi Xi ignored their strange stares, frowning as he scrutinized them.

Seeing that every boy—even the teacher—wore an expression of confusion, some even mocking, Qi Xi understood: Watermelon was not among them.

Where had Watermelon gone? Wasn’t she supposed to have crossed over to his side?

Qi Xi had shouted “Watermelon” in Chinese. If Watermelon were present, she would surely have responded. Yet no one reacted, confirming that she was not in this group.

Damn it… What a nuisance.

He’d traversed into this world, knowing nothing about it, not even its fundamental nature—and now, separated from Watermelon, things couldn’t have started off any worse.

“Konda, what are you doing?” The teacher regarded him in bewilderment. Konda had been acting peculiarly all day, unsettling everyone.

“Nothing,” Qi Xi replied, offering no explanation. He simply squatted down again, deep in thought.

Laughter broke out behind him.

“What an idiot.”

“What’s this disgraceful guy up to?”

“What did he just say? ‘Watermelon’? Is that Japanese? Sounds like Chinese?”

“Oh, don’t you know? That’s some summoning incantation! Our Konda’s saving the world!”

“Haha! Watanabe, you’re hilarious. That’s right, our hero Konda is busy saving the world!”

Qi Xi heard their jeers and instinctively frowned. Though he personally felt nothing, his body reacted with an unbearable sense of humiliation—clearly, the original Konda had endured much, and it had nearly broken him.

Now, Qi Xi had no intention of enduring it further. He glared at them and snapped, “Idiots! Shut your mouths. People who gossip about others behind their backs are lower than maggots. Haven’t you any decency at all?”

The boys stared at him, incredulous. They had never expected that the usually meek Konda, who let them bully him with impunity, would suddenly speak with such sharpness. For a moment, they were stunned into silence.

“Maggots are slow to react, too. It’s all you’re good for—whispering behind people’s backs, living out your days as petty gossips,” Qi Xi continued coldly, the timidity on his face vanishing, replaced by an air of authority.

“Bastard!”

“Idiot!”

“You dare talk to us like that?”

“Have you no fear of death?”

All the boys stood up at once. At that moment, the teacher could no longer stand by.

“Konda, keep your mouth shut. Don’t talk to your classmates like that!” the teacher scolded, directing his rebuke at Qi Xi rather than the boys, which took Qi Xi by surprise.

What kind of teacher is this?

Konda shot the teacher a fierce look.

The teacher recoiled as if he’d seen a ghost, stumbling back two or three steps before regaining his composure. That gaze—it was cold and ruthless, like that of a killer, enough to freeze one’s soul, even suffocatingly so.

“Konda! What kind of look is that?” the teacher stammered, anger mixed with fear.

Qi Xi lowered his head, declining to argue further.

The teacher, having found an excuse to retreat, grunted and turned to the boys. “And you—why did you all stand up? Planning to beat up your classmate? Is that your intention? You’ve got some nerve!”

“No, teacher, we would never.”

“We just stood up because…”

“Of course we weren’t going to beat anyone up, teacher. That’s an exaggeration.”

The boys hurriedly made excuses, averting their eyes from the teacher’s stern gaze and quickly sitting back down.

If these students had seen the look in Qi Xi’s eyes that had so unsettled even their formidable teacher, they might have wet themselves in fear.

Sadly, they remained oblivious, already plotting their revenge. Tonight, once they checked into the hotel, they would teach Konda a lesson—let him pay with his fists for his insolent mouth.

Konda Yushi was helped over, and Qi Xi glanced at her. As expected, Konda Yushi was a real beauty—so very different from himself. At 165 centimeters, she was tall for a girl. Dressed in her school uniform, with black tights, a lovely face, and a well-developed chest, she inspired a surge of protective affection.

According to the memories of this body’s original owner, Konda had once tried to spy on his sister while she bathed. He’d failed and been caught, and she had reported him to their father, who had beaten Konda half to death.

Such innocent, shameful black marks on his past.

As mentioned before, Konda was an introvert, and introverts are often repressed. Konda was no exception—his sister had become the object of his private fantasies.

The memory flashed through Qi Xi’s mind, and he felt the muscles in his cheek twitch in embarrassment.

In a country like Japan, with such an abundance of adult videos, he’d ignore all of that and fixate on his own sister? What a beast!

Of all the bodies to inhabit, why did he end up in this idiotic, repressed introvert? My god, my very soul is tainted now!

“I’m here, teacher,” Konda Yushi said softly. Her voice was pleasant to the ear.

“Good, good, you’re here. Let’s continue with the roll call,” the teacher replied, nodding.

Qi Xi watched his sister—not with any ill intent, but because he noticed signs of a headache. She was holding her head, eyes cast downward, as if struggling with something.

That expression, that demeanor, that movement—they were exactly what he’d experienced just before.

Could it be…?

Qi Xi’s eyes widened in shock as a wild theory occurred to him.

His sister really did look like she had a headache…

Was it possible? Was she Watermelon? Had she really crossed over into his sister’s body?

Was this a body swap after all? How exhilarating!

Just as Qi Xi was about to call out, “Watermelon!” to confirm whether Watermelon had indeed transmigrated into his sister, the teacher finished roll call.

Leading the group, the teacher brought them before two large buses—one for the girls, one for the boys.

Watching Yushi about to board the girls’ bus, Qi Xi couldn’t hold back and called out, “Watermelon!”

At that moment, Yushi whipped around, her eyes brimming with tears, staring at Qi Xi in shock.

She really had transmigrated into his sister’s body!

This was beyond absurd!

Though he had prepared himself, Qi Xi was still petrified on the spot.