Life swap game

After learning about Wen Ziying's class from Yan Wei, Xia Yu didn't come immediately.

He found the goal with his front foot, and the opponent's body was borrowed with his back foot. It was too obvious.

After school, he stood in the corridor outside Wen Ziying's class, pretending to wait for someone.

Just look at it from a distance to start the game, no need to get close at all.

Wen Ziying came out a little late. The girls walking around Xia Yu looked at Xia Yu and whispered, which made Xia Yu feel a little awkward.

Originally, he had some fame in school, but later because of the cultural festival, he became famous. This time he won the musical instrument competition and became the most famous person in the school.

If Yan Wei hadn't deliberately revealed that he had a girlfriend, his life would not have been as peaceful as it is now.

Even so, the girls were still ready to make a move, and a few brave ones even came up to greet him and tried to talk to him.

Xia Yu responded perfunctorily.

Ten minutes after the school bell, Wen Ziying finally left the classroom.

It was a young girl who looked capable and mature, with a hint of nobility and coolness.

She has a pretty face. When she debuted in the second year of high school, the novel she wrote was actually relatively immature. It became a bestseller only because of her reputation as the most beautiful writer in the district run by a publishing house.

The publishing house distributed her photos as peripheral products, which greatly boosted sales.

Later, her writing skills improved rapidly and she no longer needed such operations.

When Xia Yu discovered Wen Ziying, Wen Ziying also discovered Xia Yu. The girls walking around Xia Yu were all looking at him, it was very obvious.

Is this the one who plays the piano?

Of course Wen Ziying also knew Xia Yu. She had even had a few words with Xia Yu in the literary club before.

Want to say hello?

Forget it, it looks like he has no shortage of women to greet him.

Walking calmly in front of Xia Yu, Wen Ziying suddenly felt her eyes blur.

what's the situation?

Wen Ziying wanted to stop and make sure her body was okay, but her body did not stop.

what happened!

The girl panicked and opened her mouth for help, but the voice only echoed in her mind.

Xia Yu heard the girl's shout. He didn't answer. There were others beside him.

When he came to a more remote place, he opened his mouth: "Stop screaming, it's me."

She didn't expect that her body would not only move on its own, but also talk on its own. Wen Ziying was shocked.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"I told you it was me."

"Do you think you are committing telecom fraud? Do I have to cooperate and say, 'Oh, oh, it's you'?"

This girl is very good at complaining.

"I am you from the future, and I have something important to do here." Xia Yu felt that Wen Ziying was not an alien he would trust, so he changed his words.

Wen Ziying was not sure whether what Xia Yu said was true. She followed Xia Yu's words and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Confidential matters."

"So what do you want to do?"

"Don't worry, I will leave after I achieve my goal. Now tell me where your home is?"

"Aren't you my future self? Don't you know where my home is?" Wen Ziying asked with a mocking tone.

"I am you seventy years later. When you are ninety, can you still remember where you lived when you were twenty?" Xia Yu said calmly.

"I'm seventeen!" Wen Ziying corrected.

"Okay, okay, seventeen."

Xia Yu asked again, and under the girl's guidance, he arrived at Wen Ziying's home.

It was an ordinary commercial house.

After entering the home and going to the bedroom, Xia Yu first called up the bonus panel and took a look.

[Language bonus lv1, inspiration bonus lv1, screenwriter bonus lv1]

There is no writing bonus!

After taking a closer look, Xia Yu's doubts disappeared.

Novel writing is telling a story, and screenwriting is also telling a story. With language talent, it is not difficult to become a best-selling author.

Writing is also a type of language.

At the same time, Chinese is a language and English is also a language. With this, he can master different languages.

He set his sights on the last bonus again.

Inspiration, I should say creative inspiration, is not only used in story creation, but also in painting creation and music creation.

However, Xia Yu is not planning to create anything at the moment, so it will be of no use for the time being.

"What are you going to do?" Wen Ziying asked Xiang Xia Yu again.

"Learn a foreign language." Xia Yu replied.

"You're dreaming!" Wen Ziying reacted fiercely.

"...I mean it literally." Xia Yu explained.

Wen Ziying did not answer Xia Yu immediately. No matter who this kind of self-indulgence happened to, it would be very embarrassing.

"Where should I start?" Xia Yu gave the girl a step up.

"So, me from the future, have you forgotten the English you knew before?" Wen Ziying exposed Xia Yu's lie.

Sighing, Xia Yu said: "Forget it, I'll tell you. Fifty years later, a group of monsters crawled out of the cave and took over the world. They eliminated all human language memories, leaving humans with only They can make loud noises but cannot communicate, so they cannot organize to resist them."

"I came here just to reproduce human language and organize human beings to overthrow the rule of Yingying monsters." Xia Yu said happily.

"Do you think I believe it?" Wen Ziying asked.

"So you used to believe that your body could be controlled by others?" Xia Yu asked back.

The girl didn't answer. She skipped the topic and started teaching directly.

By hanging up all nineteen experience cards, Xia Yu learned quickly even if the language was difficult.

Eight hours later, when he returned to his body, his language skills had reached level 3.

At this level, living in the second district is no longer a problem.

As long as one aspect of the game's skills meets the upgrade conditions, the remaining aspects will also be upgraded to the corresponding level.

The lv3 language, in addition to other languages ​​such as English, French, and Russian, also gave Xia Yu the ability to grasp words.

For example, when I saw the sea before, I could only sigh with onomatopoeia, but now, I can use some metaphors and parallelism to describe it.

Unless you are creating text, this ability is of little use.

The important thing is that the foreign language problem is finally solved.

After clicking on the column, Xia Yu deleted Wen Ziying and calculated how many days it would take before adding An Siyao back.

Today is late at night on the 19th, and in ten minutes it will be the 20th, and the 26th will be the time for the third round, with six days left.

You can see An Siyao in six days.

The slot has been vacated for An Siyao, but Xia Yu hasn't come up with an answer yet.

Forget it, just let nature take its course. First set a small goal of 3 billion monthly turnover, so that you can afford it if you want to.

Lying on the bed, Xia Yu fell asleep.

After the sun rose, he went downstairs and bought an Arctic Daily. There was no missing person notice for Akarin on it. There was no problem with An Siyao.

He arrived at the white cat with relief.