Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

Xing used Qi Ye's fingers to move nimbly, her expression serious:

"Of course I'll do academic research just like you. You massage the top, I'll massage the bottom, it's fair."

She paused suddenly, then looked down with a curious expression.

"Huh? It seems to have gotten bigger, and it feels quite comfortable!"

Qi Ye's eyes widened, she slapped Xing's hand away, and jumped back half a step:

"Are you... are you a pervert?!"

"You rubbed it first."

Xing used Qi Ye's face to show an innocent expression and spread her hands.

"And you came to my room in the middle of the night and offered to switch bodies with me."

Strictly speaking, you struck first.

"I'm just here to test the light cone!"

"Then I'll assume you are!"

Xing nodded seriously.

"I think this light cone is a great success; you should sell it for a higher price."

Qi Ye opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found herself at a loss for words.

He took a deep breath and snapped his fingers decisively.

A flash of light appeared in both of their eyes at the same time, blurring their vision for a moment.

When her vision cleared again, Qiye looked down and saw her familiar coat.

Xing also returned to his body and was standing opposite him.

He flexed his fingers, a hint of lingering enjoyment on his face.

"You switched back so quickly? I haven't even finished testing it yet."

"If you keep testing me, my innocence will be gone."

Qi Ye stuffed the light cone card into his pocket, pulled out a chair, sat down, and crossed his legs.

"Alright, test complete."

The effect is fine; you can switch by making eye contact, and you can switch back by actively canceling.

Now we just need to wait for the side effects to trigger.

His brow furrowed when the topic of side effects was mentioned.

The side effect of this light cone is random switching, and the triggering conditions are completely uncontrollable.

Therefore, he needs an insurance policy.

He looked up at the stars.

"Star, what's my current level of affection for you?"

Xing glanced up at the top of his head.

In that pink heart-shaped light cone interface that only she could see.

The numbers above Qi Ye's head floated steadily.

She said, "98."

"Still 98?"

Qi Ye frowned.

"I don't even know how this value is calculated. Is it broken?"

"I also think it might be broken."

Xing surprisingly agreed with his point of view.

"Your current performance is completely inconsistent, and you've already shown a high level of favorability."

There's definitely something wrong with the criteria for this favorability rating system, or maybe there's something wrong with you.

"Now is not the time to discuss my character."

Qi Ye waved his hand, bringing the topic back on track.

"Once the side effects are triggered, I may have to switch bodies with someone else at any time."

If someone shows up in my presence, my favorability rating will definitely change.

Your light cone can monitor in real time, so you are the best alarm.

If my feelings for you suddenly change, no matter how much they change, no matter who is standing in front of you...

He pointed to himself, his expression unusually serious.

Knock me out right now.

Xing raised an eyebrow, a hint of eagerness flashing across her face:

"Are you sure? I've always wanted to legally beat you up."

"You really want to beat me up? You'll have to pay for that!"

"Never mind, I don't have any money!"

Qi Ye opened his mouth:

"Stop talking nonsense and remember what I just said."

Xing walked over from the window, bent down and picked up the baseball bat that was leaning against the headboard.

I weighed it in my hand.

"Don't worry, one hit and you'll be knocked out, I'll be happy. It's a win-win situation."

"...Could you at least pretend to be unwilling?"

"cannot."

Xing slung the baseball bat over his shoulder, turned his head to look at him, and wore a satisfied smile that said, "You've finally fallen into my hands."

Qi Ye looked at her face, which rarely showed so many expressions.

Suddenly I realized I might have dug a hole for myself.

But before he could think about it, his eyelids blinked uncontrollably.

In that instant, he felt as if the world had been submerged in water and swayed.

My vision blurred for a moment, then cleared up again.

He was soaking in a tub of hot water.

A few white bubbles floated on the water's surface, and the air was filled with the floral scent of shampoo.

He looked down at himself.

Slender shoulders, fair skin, and two undeniably large breasts on her chest.

This outline, this shape, why does it feel so familiar?

"Holy shit."

He spoke in the voice of March 7th.

Meanwhile, in the next room.

Xing looked at Qiye, still pondering whether to pretend to have noticed the change, and then hit him with a baseball bat.

As a result, the favorability rating number that was floating in the corner of her vision suddenly jumped.

It changed since 98.

She paused for a moment when she saw the number.

Without hesitation, she grabbed the baseball bat and swung it with great force.

To be precise, it is the consciousness that is inhabiting Qiye's body.

Just as she came to her senses, she seemed confused as to why she had suddenly appeared here.

Before he could utter a single word, a silver baseball bat rapidly enlarged in her field of vision.

A muffled thud.

He fell straight back onto the bed and didn't move.

Xing put away his bat and looked down at the limp body on the bed.

Then I looked at the favorability rating of 88 above my head.

She frowned and poked Sukiya's cheek with her baseball bat.

After confirming that he had completely lost consciousness.

He skillfully pulled out a bundle of restraints he had previously scavenged from under the bed.

They bound Qi Ye's body tightly to the chair.

With her hands tied behind her back, her feet fixed in place, and her waist wrapped twice to prevent her from slipping, she was completely restrained.

After finishing tying it up, she took two steps back, tilted her head to examine her work, and nodded in satisfaction.

Soon after, hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Xing opened the door and saw March 7th standing in the doorway, panting.

His hair was still wet, his coat was buttoned up incorrectly, and he had a flustered expression on his face.

Xing leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, looking up and down at the panting March 7th.

The corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a meaningful smile.

"March 7th, you came over so late, your hair is still wet, and your clothes are buttoned up wrong."

Xing gently tapped her chin with her index finger.

"It seems my charm is indeed very great."

Not only do good people knock on my door late at night, but you also want to sleep with me.

"What a sin, what a sin!"

With the body of March 7th, Qi Ye's face was scrunched up, and she glared at Xing with disgust.

"Screw you! Take a good look at my favorability rating!"

Xing tilted her head and looked up at the favorability rating number floating above March 7's head.

98, her smile froze for a moment, then turned to disappointment.

"Oh, it was you. You're a good person."

I thought my charm had finally reached March 7th.

She sighed, glanced again at March 7's angry face, and her tone became even more disappointed.

"So my charm wasn't strong enough to make March 7th's lust take over."

"Forget it, we'll optimize the honey trap plan later."

"Is now the time to optimize the plan?!"

"You were still tied up on March 7th!"

Qi Ye's voice rose half a tone.

Xing paused for a moment, her fingers unconsciously touching her chin:

"Oh right, you're here. And that guy I knocked unconscious with one blow..."

"It's March 7th."

"So now you're tied to a chair..."

"It's March 7th."

"The bump on your head is very swollen..."

"It's March 7th!!!"

Qi Ye grabbed Xing's shoulders with both hands, her expression one of extreme heartache, and spoke.

"Little Star, it seems this time next year will be your death anniversary!"

Xing fell silent.

She put the baseball bat against the wall, walked to the bed, and pulled a piece of paper and a pen from under her pillow.

I don't know when it was hidden there; it was probably a stockpile from when they were scavenging supplies on the space station.

Then I started writing.

"What are you writing?"

Qi Ye leaned closer.

"Suicide note".

Xing didn't even look up, her pen moving swiftly.

To March 7th:

I swung the bat, I tied the restraints, and the good guy was the one who instigated it.

I'll leave all my credits to the train maintenance fund, and my baseball bat to Danheng.

He'll probably find it useful.

"The good guy is yours to do with as you please."

The writer also wrote:

The poor star who was framed by someone using a treacherous scheme.