The worse you are, the stronger you become: My summoned beast is a photographer.

Ming Luochen sat down dejectedly, the chair creaking under his weight. He really didn't want to be dragged off to the test like an animal—besides, let alone summoned beasts, who among his masters could match his knowledge?

Teenagers still learning addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division? It's laughable. It's not a matter of being stupid or not; these orcs are simply not smart enough.

Even presenting the "Three Hundred Tang Poems" would likely be enough to crush the entire world's literary scene. A single Olympiad math problem could probably shatter the resolve of any mathematician. And this, they want him to race against chickens and ducks? Ming Luochen really wanted to spit and curse.

Today has been incredibly unlucky.

Aura squeezed Ming Luochen's hand, her palm against the back of his, a hint of helplessness in her voice. The competition seemed genuinely difficult for him—especially since Ming Luochen possessed a pride stemming from his hometown, a deep-seated cultural confidence. Being treated like an animal and dragged into a test—who could bear that? She softly comforted him, "Don't be silly, I'll run instead."

"Why are you running?" Ming Luochen looked at Aura in confusion—this was a summon beast test, why was she running?

"Our spiritual resonance should allow us to exchange bodies. I'll run the errand for you then," Aura coaxed him, her tone like soothing a ruffled cat. On one side was his beloved, and on the other was the prospect of not graduating and having no degree.

Without a degree, she couldn't get into a prestigious university, wouldn't be able to become an officer directly in the military, and it would even affect her chances of obtaining a noble title. She couldn't risk her future, nor could she let him suffer—so she had to take matters into her own hands.

Ming Luochen pouted, looking troubled. He couldn't very well jeopardize his wife's future: "Fine, you go run it."

"Don't think that having the goddess's blessing means you can do whatever you want. With a blessing, you should work even harder, not be arrogant. How many geniuses have wasted their talents and ended up as good-for-nothings? Only those who are diligent and serious are the true strong ones. Aura, I hope you can maintain your previous efforts and not let an F-rank summoned beast hold you back." The old professor criticized sternly, his ram's horns gleaming coldly in the sunlight, his voice like a hammer pounding in the classroom.

What do you mean F-rank summoned beasts are holding her back? Ming Luochen's anger surged to his head, and he was about to stand up abruptly, his mouth already open, the words with extremely high salacious content on the tip of his tongue.

"No, no, no, honey, please, don't scold the teacher!" Aura cried out anxiously in her heart, her voice almost cracking, her hands gripping his sleeve tightly.

Pressed down by his wife, Ming Luochen reluctantly swallowed his words, a gurgling sound in his throat as if he had swallowed a live fly. For his wife's sake, he was too lazy to waste words with this old bastard, so he simply lay down on the table, buried his face in his arms, and ignored him.

During the second period, the whole class went to the playground.

The late summer sun slanted across the track, casting long shadows. While ostensibly a warm-up for the competition, it was also the first time beast tamers were directing their summoned beasts to complete commands. The playground was a chaotic mess, with students clumsily chasing after their summoned beasts, creating a scene of utter chaos.

The old professor patrolled the area, hands behind his back, his gaze piercing. Apart from Aura, none of the other students had completed their contracts, let alone any form of telepathy. On the playground, the students clumsily directed their summoned beasts to run and jump; some beasts simply wouldn't obey, running in the opposite direction, leaving their masters breathless in pursuit. It would probably take another month of practice before they could even barely master the basic commands.

From a distance, the old professor saw Aura and her summoned beast sitting hand-in-hand on a bench outside the track, very close together, seemingly whispering something. He narrowed his eyes in exasperation, his brows furrowing deeply. All the other students were working hard, while they were slacking off—what kind of behavior was that?

He strode over angrily, his footsteps pounding: "Aura, why aren't you training your summoned beast yet!"

"Yes." Aura stood up instinctively, her movements as quick as a conditioned reflex.

The old professor saw Ming Luochen stand up respectfully, his back ramrod straight, and his anger subsided slightly—how could he suddenly become so polite, while Aura stood motionless to the side? He narrowed his eyes in confusion, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two.

[This is my wife's body, it looks so high up...]

[Professor Holt is actually Mediterranean—] Ming Luochen couldn't help but laugh. Looking down from this height, he realized that both he and the professor looked incredibly small, like looking at dwarfs from the perspective of giants.

[So this is how my wife sees me... So ugly.] He looked down at his current body—long limbs, taut muscles, and long hair hanging down his shoulders. It was indeed good-looking, but something felt off. Especially his chest and shoulders felt so heavy.

"Professor, let's go to training right away." Aura, in Ming Luochen's body, said respectfully. Her voice was still Ming Luochen's, but her tone was completely Aura's gentleness. She took his hand and walked towards the playground.

"Slow down, slow down, I'm still not used to it." It was the first time Ming Luochen had walked on four legs. He could control the two front legs, but the two back legs felt very unnatural, like he was walking on four unruly wheels. He walked with a wobbly gait and was about to fall at any moment.

Why are they acting so suspiciously? And why are Aura and her summoned beast walking so strangely? The old professor stared at their backs, his gaze following the two staggering figures, and suddenly realized—they had swapped bodies!

Their spiritual resonance was unexpectedly high. Professor Holt's eyes shone brightly, as if he had discovered a gold mine. He almost shouted "Genius!"—others hadn't even completed their contracts yet, and they had already achieved such a difficult body exchange. This was unprecedented in the entire history of the academy.

Aura wasn't the brightest, but she was very confident in her athletic abilities. She had practiced martial arts since she was a child, and her instincts were much faster than her body. She quickly mastered Ming Luochen's movements, and on the track, she could already run with high kicks, her steps light and graceful, like she was dancing.

However, she also sensed that Ming Luochen's body was truly in poor condition—it felt extremely heavy, like carrying a bag of sand; his strength was very weak, and he couldn't feel any force when he clenched his fist; he had few muscles, which were soft and limp; and he had an inexplicable feeling of fatigue all over his body, as if it were a debt incurred from long-term sleep deprivation.

Honey, you really should work out... no wonder you only last a few minutes each time.

Dead silence.

Aura didn't hear Ming Luochen's inner thoughts. Her heart skipped a beat, realizing she'd said the wrong thing. She quickly looked at him and saw his dejected expression, as if someone had doused her with cold water. She hurriedly comforted him, her voice trembling with panic: "It's okay, it's okay, you've already done really well."

Then she felt an even greater pain in her heart—and realized she had said the wrong thing again. A look of frustration and dejection crossed her face; her lips drooped, and her eyes dimmed, like a cat drenched in rain.

Ming Luochen had considered losing weight and building up his muscles. But the work pressure was too much, and he needed food to relieve his anxiety. Especially maintaining and operating the account, two videos a week, with movie-quality output—from storyboarding to shooting, to editing, and the final product requiring repeated lighting adjustments and revisions, a single sentence from the client could make him work all night to redo it. He basically never had a break; even on his days off, he would just lie in bed and catch up on sleep.

So I work out for about ten minutes each time, three times a year.

All excuses. Aura could see that Ming Luochen was just too lazy, too lazy to be assertive, too lazy to feel at ease. She walked up to him, comfortingly taking his hands in hers, their fingers intertwined, palms pressed together:

"Okay, baby, I'm here for you. Just do what you like." Her words were as gentle as a spring breeze.

My wife is so good!

Aura looked at her face and wanted to kiss Ming Luochen to comfort him, but the feeling was strange—how could she bring herself to kiss her own face?

Ming Luochen sensed Aura's thoughts, looked at his own face, and felt a wave of nausea wash over him—he was really ugly, round and chubby, so fat, and the worst part was that he was kissing a man! He felt a strong resistance in his heart and really couldn't bring himself to kiss himself.

Aura laughed immediately, her laughter clear and bright, her eyes crinkling. How could she be so disgusted with herself? She shook her head. "Okay, I'll go get some rest and adjust to my body. You should get some rest."

She let go and ran towards the playground. Although Ming Luochen's body was heavy, turning and moving were very convenient, which was completely different from the Grasse people. Without the horse's rump behind him, he was as light as a leaf and seemed very flexible. He could turn wherever he wanted without having to consider the huge inertia of his rear.

Moreover, although Ming Luochen didn't like training, he was quite eccentric in his daily life. Coupled with his profession and the content taught by his school teachers, he had also watched many martial arts movies—and Aura discovered that those martial arts were actually very practical. Especially Bajiquan, Wing Chun, Twelve-Road Tan Tui, Wulang Bagua Staff, Green Dragon Saber Technique… every move was well-executed, not just for show.

In particular, Ming Luochen's memories of the director's advancement class included the routines taught by the martial arts instructor—those movements were all tested in actual combat, and each move had a clear offensive and defensive intention.

These are all practical applications! Aura became incredibly excited, her eyes shining like stars. These were all things she loved. She couldn't wait to learn all the moves.

The more Aura looked at Ming Luochen's memories, the more excited she became. Not only were there martial arts techniques, but also the Thirty-Six Stratagems of War, each a crystallization of centuries of war wisdom. When she saw the Four Crossings of the Chishui River and the "Exchanging Homes" tactic, Aura was so excited she almost shouted out loud—that's awesome! It's like dancing on a knife's edge, manipulating the enemy with ease.

Ming Luochen's lips curled into a smile, feeling immensely proud that his country was recognized by people from another world. That cultural confidence was more worthy of pride than anything else.

But not long after, he stopped laughing.

He watched as his own body began to flexibly practice Bajiquan, the wind whistling through the air, elbow strikes, knee strikes, shoulder strikes, each move powerful and vigorous, the movements impressive and impressive, like a veteran who had practiced for ten years—he couldn't help but wonder: Is this still his own body? Or is his wife truly a martial arts genius?

Hearing Ming Luochen's thoughts, Aura couldn't help but chuckle. The reason was all too clear—her man was too lazy, or rather, he only liked using his brain and was unwilling to stick to physical exercise. He had so much knowledge in his head, but his body couldn't keep up. He was a giant in knowledge, but a dwarf in action.

Ming Luochen watched his round body punching powerfully on the playground, his feelings a mix of emotions.

That's clearly his body, so why is it that his wife uses it better than he does?

He looked down at his current centaur body; his four hooves were still not quite under his control, and he wobbled as he took a step.

...Never mind, I'll let my wife compete.