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"I'm framing you, my foot!"

Qi Ye snatched the paper and crumpled it into a ball.

"Now is not the time to write a will, wake up March 7th first!"

Xing looked at the crumpled paper in his hand, a hint of regret in her eyes.

"That was a suicide note I drafted in two minutes; it was practically perfect."

"Perfect my ass!"

Qiye threw the crumpled paper into the trash can and turned to look at "herself" who was tied to the chair.

March 7th is inside Qiye's body.

With his head down, tilted to one side, and a trace of drool at the corner of his mouth.

The bump on his head was swollen so much that it looked quite alarming.

Looking at his face, which had been slapped like that, Qi Ye felt a mix of emotions.

"You went way too far..."

"If you hit me with that stick and I make you dizzy, I'll be happy."

Xing was perfectly justified.

Qi Ye took a deep breath, squatted down, and began to untie the restraints.

Xing's binding skills were unexpectedly good; it took him a long time to untie one of them.

"Where did you learn this way of tying your clothes?"

"I don't know, I was born with it, maybe I'm a genius!"

Xing walked over and squatted down on the other side to help untie it.

The two of them worked for a while and finally managed to untie all the restraints.

March 7th slid limply off the chair, and Qiye quickly caught her.

"March 7th, wake up."

He patted "his" face.

"Wake up!"

March 7th frowned slightly, then opened his eyes.

"pain……"

She raised her hand to touch the bag on her head and gasped.

"It hurts so much..."

Then she saw the person in front of her.

"March 7th" was squatting in front of her, looking at her with concern.

March 7th paused for a moment.

"March 7th?"

She spoke, and heard a voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

She looked down at her large hands, her black coat, and...

She reached down and touched her crotch.

Hard.

No, this doesn't seem to be my body...

Her face immediately turned red.

"I am March 7th!"

She looked up at the person in front of her who was using her own body.

"Then who are you? Why are you using my face?!"

"I am Qiye."

Qi Ye raised her hands.

"We just had a body swap, and the side effects have been triggered."

"side effect?"

March 7th blinked, then suddenly remembered.

"Yes... I was taking a shower... and then suddenly... it turned into this..."

She touched the bump on her head, wincing in pain.

"Then I found myself in a strange room, and Xing knocked me unconscious with a stick..."

She turned and glared at Xing.

"You hit me!"

"He ordered me to do it!"

Xing jumped back half a step, pointed at Qi Ye, and her expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book.

He was just admiring his own tying skills, but now he looks completely innocent.

"I was just strictly following orders."

He's to blame; I was used, so theoretically I'm a victim too.

"That's not what you just said!"

Qi Ye's eyes widened.

"You clearly admitted your mistakes in your suicide note!"

"What suicide note? I've never seen one! Don't talk nonsense!"

Xing looked completely self-righteous.

March Seven, who was in the body of Qiye, turned to look at Qiye.

The eyes that belonged to Qi Ye were burning with anger, along with the large bump on his head that was still throbbing.

He exuded an aura that said, "It's either you or me today."

Qiye jumped back a step.

"Don't come any closer! You're using my body now, fighting against March 7th's body!"

"That's perfect."

On March 7th, I counted on my fingers.

"What's it to you if I hit my own body?"

Qi Ye turned and ran.

March 7th was chasing after them.

The two of them started circling the bed in the room.

"March 7th, attack here!"

Xing rushed forward and grabbed Qi Ye from behind around the waist.

They held him firmly in place and shouted towards March 7th.

"I've immobilized you! Quick, hit your left cheek! Make it symmetrical!"

"Whose side are you on?!"

Qi Ye struggled.

"I stand on the side of victory."

Xing whispered in his ear, her voice laced with barely suppressed schadenfreude.

March 7th strode in, a cold smile playing on his lips.

She walked up to Qiye and looked down at herself, who was being held tightly by Xing.

Just as I raised my fist, ready to punch him...

Just then, the door was pushed open.

Danheng stood at the doorway, looking at the scene before him:

Xing hugged March 7 tightly from behind, a sinister smile on her face.

Meanwhile, "Qiye" was raising her fist, with a large bump on her forehead, ready to smash it down on "March 7," who was being held.

His mind went blank for a rare moment.

Xinghe and Qiye joined forces to fight on March 7th.

The scene was so outrageous that he instinctively took a half-step back.

I checked the room number again to make sure I hadn't gone to the wrong room.

"Danheng!"

The three of them scattered at the same time, and Xingsong let go and jumped back a step.

On March 7th, he lowered his fist and took two steps to the side.

Qi Ye stood there with her hands raised, a standard guilty smile on her face.

The three people stood in an equilateral triangle with equal distances between them, their movements so synchronized it was as if they had rehearsed it.

It's not what you think.

"We were just joking."

"Actually, it's a good person who switched bodies."

The three of them spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping, and no one could hear what the other was saying.

Danheng raised his hand, made a "stop" gesture, and then closed his eyes.

He remained in that position for several seconds, seemingly using all his willpower to process the scene before him.

Then he opened his eyes, forcibly ignoring the scene, and spoke.

"Since all three of you are here, I don't need to go looking for you one by one."

The High Guardian has agreed to the meeting. Once you're ready, gather in the main hall.

His gaze swept over the three people's positions.

"Change your clothes, don't embarrass the Starry Sky Train."

besides……"

He looked at Qiye and Xing, and frowned slightly.

"Don't bully March 7th."