I changed green tea

I changed green tea

Author: Jiang Wu

Summary:

When I wake up from the dream and see the drizzle on earth, the mountains and rivers are still as gentle as before.

Volume One

Chapter 1 About the Matter of Me Becoming My Roommate's Goddess

"You rejected me again, damn it!" Lao Luo slammed the table indignantly.

I didn't want to ask him what was wrong, I just frowned and continued to immerse myself in my DOTA2.

"Qin Huan, what do you think I should do? I've been rejected again. I've asked her out so many times, but she never agreed."

The girl that Lao Luo mentioned is called Mu Mingxue, a sophomore student.

She is a golden legend among goddesses. She is praised for her beauty every day, and is also rumored to be dating some rich second-generation or driving some luxury car.

I have never seen Mu Mingxue and I have a vague idea of ​​what she looks like. Every day when I walk, I fantasize about my wonderful performance in DO2 and put on headphones to listen to a song from the last century. I don’t have many friends and I have never held a girl’s hand.

It doesn't matter. I prefer to watch the joys and sorrows of the world with a cold eye. I don't think that with a monthly living expense of 1500 yuan, I have surplus value to be exploited by these women, or that I have any extra time to be a bootlicker.

My daily life is busy and fulfilling. DOTA is a game that requires painstaking study.

After reading the stories of people on Tieba x-blog who were bootlickers one after another and asked where the green light was, I became very calm.

I know that those blooming flowers cannot belong to me. It is even more impossible that the sophomore figure who is so popular on the branches has anything to do with me. It is important for people to know themselves.

As for Lao Luo, I don’t like to criticize others, but... forget it, mine.

"Qin Huan, tell me something, am I stupid?" Lao Luo looked at me with a painful expression, his eyes eagerly needing my affirmation. I knew that if I didn't answer him, he would take off my headphones again.

"You are so entangled. You have been talking to her for so long from last semester to now, but there is no result. Forget it." I looked at Lao Luo and gave him a very pertinent opinion.

"Well, it's useless to ask you. You don't even have the courage to pursue a girl. You just stay in the dorm every day playing DOTA. You can't bear to see me do well if you don't give me any advice?" Lao Luo's face changed instantly.

I said, what he needed was not my opinion, but my simple affirmation.

"Come on, you can do it. Everyone should always have a dream." Don't you think it's ridiculous to say such things here?

"Oh my god, you are so perfunctory and sarcastic. Okay, you have never been in a relationship, so I won't ask you next time." Lao Luo turned around and started looking at his phone again, carefully considering what message to send to the goddess.

"What a damn green tea. She's willing to go out with those rich second-generations and ride in other people's luxury cars every day. Who is she? She's just a little prettier. Ha, when I catch up with her, I will definitely..."

Lao Luo was gritting his teeth and squeezing out these incompetent and self-contradictory nonsense. It sounded abrupt and noisy. I just said on the microphone with a blank face, "Brothers, open the fog. I am very strong in this wave."

Around 10 o'clock, the remaining two brothers in our dormitory came back, and Lao Luo naturally told them about his painful experience. One roommate said that Mu Mingxue was disgusting, and the other asked Lao Luo to keep trying and persevere. "My current girlfriend is a persistent one. If a man cares too much about his reputation, how can he find a girlfriend?"

I said I was going to take a shower, walked to the bathroom, locked the door, and sneered.

Before going to bed at night, I was reading "Douzi and Ha Jin" which I had not finished yet. They were still chattering, and the name Mu Mingxue was mentioned repeatedly and was hurled at them in bad terms.

"Qin Huan is silent again, fell asleep?" They were criticizing loudly, and I didn't say anything, which did feel a bit out of place.

"No, I'm catching up."

"Are you watching Japanese cartoons again? How old are you? Are you childish? Why don't you come and discuss this with us?"

"Well, no." The first time I heard such outrageous remarks, I felt a little angry, but now.

The ordinary sight of a poor man doing hateful things and struggling in the mire is nothing special. I closed my eyes, put on headphones, tried my best to isolate myself from the malice of the three-dimensional world, and quietly waited for myself to sink to the bottom of the sea.

……

I was awakened by Apple's most classic ringtone. It was early in the morning, and my phone had not received any calls for almost the entire semester, except for the call from 10086 informing me that my phone credit was insufficient.

But I was stunned when I got the phone.

This is Xs max, not my 6s...

What surprised me even more was my hand, the same slender hand that broke the new orange.

As for the number on my cell phone… the one ending in 36? Isn't that my own number?

"Mingxue, why don't you answer the phone? It's so annoying so early in the morning. It's been ringing for a long time!" I heard the female voice on the upper bunk.

Oh open?

Is it because Lao Luo and the others have been talking about Mu Mingxue so much that I am starting to dream?

I picked up the phone and said, "Hello."

"Are you...are you...Qin Huan?" It was the first time I heard my own voice on the phone. It felt familiar yet unfamiliar, quite strange.

"Yes."

"I, my name is Mu Mingxue. Can we talk? I don't know what the situation is like now..." It was the first time I heard my voice so trembling.

This dream is quite cliché, body swap?

"Well, how do we talk?"

"I'll wait for you at the subway station..."

"Subway station? Why go so far? Just find a place near the school..."

"If someone finds out, I'll be like you..." The other party accidentally let the cat out of the bag, and the air froze for a few seconds, "Yes, I'm sorry... I was too anxious, please come to the subway station..."

In the dream, after the woman changed her body, she still had to consider her own pride and prejudice.

Afraid that someone like me would be embarrassed to be with her? Interesting.

"It's okay, I understand. I'll do as you say and go to the subway station to get dressed." I was still in a leisurely mood. I never believed that there would be such a miracle in my life.

It was not until I lifted the quilt and smelled the quilt's faint fragrance that I subconsciously bit my arm. Hmm... it hurts a little.

There was no way I could smell anything like this in my dreams.

So… this is true?

I walked into the bathroom with some doubt and saw myself in the mirror.

Her long hair is a little messy, leaning lazily, and her oval face is not too oval and is pure natural, without hyaluronic acid injections and apple cheeks. Her eyes have the laziness of just waking up and the charm of no wind.

This face is so delicate and lovely that she deserves the title of the goddess of golden legend.

This good-looking appearance is really quite attractive.

This woman's lips are like a piece of heartless peach blossom. I smiled, and there was such a moving charm as the rain of apricot blossoms that wet my clothes.

Not excessive, not passionate, just right, but I can exaggerate a little more, with slightly narrowed eyes, isn't this a smile like Su Daji's? It makes people blush just by looking at it.

I moved my body casually, and the wine glass filled with wine swayed gently under the thin nightgown. I stood there gracefully and could only see my legs in the mirror.

My heart beat faster and I looked at myself with a blushing face, watching my originally ordinary self become Mu Mingxue, this coveted and outrageous campus goddess, who was so damn beautiful.

The flat filtered photos in the Moments simply do not have this kind of three-dimensional, intuitive and moving charm under the morning sun.

No wonder Lao Luo is so tirelessly pursuing this level of beauty that is praised by people.

You can't get what you want, so you criticize others?

Chapter 2: She has nothing? (Second update!)

I touched myself briefly and to the point.

Let's just have a taste and stop. I am indeed a young man full of vigor and vitality... Well, I have lost the primary sexual characteristics of a young man, but the remaining will of the secondary sexual characteristics has not been extinguished. It would be a bit too much to say that I will not touch such a beautiful woman who is gifted by heaven.

I don't like to be a hypocrite. No matter how aloof I am, I am not an ascetic without any desires.

My heart is definitely beating fast, and blushing is inevitable.

Feeling that I exist in a wonderful way, this unexpected change and brand new day, is it a brief moment, or will it never change?

Who is playing such a prank on me?

But there seems to be no point in touching too much. No matter how much I touch, I still feel lost and have nowhere to go. I hate the insatiable desire for running wild, not to mention that I have already lost my identity as ♂.

There is a peerless beauty standing in front of you, but you can't rush towards her because you are that peerless beauty. This faint feeling of loss is quite similar to Haizi's words, "What you should get has not been got, and what you should lose has long been lost." It's so humorous.

After washing up, I wanted to straighten my long hair. I subconsciously thought of myself as a boy. When I combed my hair, I took a breath of cold air. Hiss... I almost screamed. It wasn't just my scalp that was numb. I felt like I almost pulled my scalp off. There were knots in the tiny parts of my hair. The sudden pain of getting stuck made my mouth crooked and tears were about to come out.

I have never experienced this kind of extremely delicate pain. This hysterical pain also made me completely sober. Be careful, be careful. I am Mu Mingxue now. A woman like this, with such pampered everything, deserves to be taken seriously. I always feel that everything about this woman is fragile.

I swallowed the pain, slowed down, gathered my long hair with my hands, and then carefully found the tangled reefs from beginning to end, stretched them out, and then straightened them out.

As for clothes, it's mid-May now, and I love black stockings, but with the sun outside, I can just wear whatever is comfortable, denim shorts, a loose white T-shirt, and flat shoes. This woman is really awesome. She has two pairs of sneakers, two pairs of flats, and the rest are high heels, all kinds of colorful high heels. There are three layers of clothes in the closet, and there is a non-woven shoe cabinet against the wall next to the bed, which is also full. Wouldn't it be awkward to wear high heels on a daily basis?

As for makeup, I definitely wouldn't consider it. I'm too lazy to even paint my lips. Half of her bookshelf is filled with books, and the other half is filled with all kinds of cosmetics. It's dazzling. There are also several bottles of various sizes next to the standard Mac, which is quite exaggerated. It gives me a headache just looking at it, so I simply don't look at it or use it.

I was getting ready to go out when I realized something was wrong. My long hair was flowing casually down my back, and my chest felt heavy... Oh my god, I was only wearing a T-shirt. I wasn't even wearing any underwear. It was really loose. Everything was visible from top to bottom. I was so stupid. Can you calm down?

Luckily, my roommate was still sleeping over there. I opened the closet and found a light-colored bra. After fumbling for a long time, I finally buttoned the back. I breathed a sigh of relief and broke out in a sweat. This woman is really troublesome. She was flying freely just now, but now she feels like she is in shackles. "I feel like a bird in a cage, unable to spread its wings?" It's really uncomfortable.

Hurry up and get out of the door. A weekend like today is a great day to gain points. Don’t waste this summer time. Enjoy the air-conditioning, drink some Kool-Aid, and play DOTA2. Is there anything happier than this?

Before going out, of course I would not forget to turn on her computer and download DOTA2 and Steam.

I turned on some women's music, all of which were English and Cantonese songs, or folk songs with band names that looked like jokes. I shook my head, wondering what kind of taste she had. I downloaded "The Internationale" by Tang Dynasty Band and put it on repeat. I put my hands in my pockets and walked to the rhythm. It was ten o'clock on a Saturday morning and there were very few students on the road.

I saw myself standing in the corner of the subway station entrance, looking small and helpless.

As I got closer, I could clearly see the redness in my eyes. I was already thin, and her helplessness made me look even more embarrassed.

"Yo." I took off my headphones with a smile. I felt very happy when I thought I could play DOTA in the afternoon.

"You, you can still laugh." Her lips pursed, with a hint of anger in her eyes.

It feels a little funny to look at my own anger from a bystander's perspective.

"This is not the place to talk, let's go." I patted her shoulder and tried to comfort her. She angrily avoided me and walked in front of me without saying a word. We took the subway to a relatively quiet station and said, "Get off."

I nodded and followed her out of the station to a secluded corner. She stared at me intently.

"The sun is so strong today, and you don't even wear sunscreen?? You don't even use an umbrella?? You don't even put on any makeup??"

"You are naturally beautiful, are you afraid of this?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Damn you, you, why are you so happy to talk to me in such a relaxed tone? Don't you feel any guilt at all? Look at you, you're so lazy and you don't care at all. I... I..." She didn't know how to scold me.

There is a natural lack of confidence in my body.

"What's there to feel guilty about? It's not my fault. I'm also troubled by the fact that I swapped bodies with you. It's troublesome for girls. There are many more things to do in the morning. Long hair and breasts are heavy. I have to re-download do2 on the computer. Your Mac may not be compatible." I subconsciously wanted to reason with her.

"Then give it back to me? Give it back to me. You made me a stinky man like you who has nothing. There are tissues everywhere on the bedside, the bathroom has a weird smell, and your roommate has smelly feet. His stinky socks are soaked on the balcony without being washed, and the garbage is not taken out. I'm going crazy, I'm really going crazy. I have nothing now, everything, do you know that? Give it back to me quickly, give it back to me, I don't want to live like this for the rest of my life, what is going on? What should I do, what should I do?" She grabbed my hand hysterically, speaking incoherently, feeling extremely aggrieved.

Fortunately, there were no passers-by, otherwise seeing the boy crying and looking so pathetic, I couldn’t help but make up some thoughts in my mind.

Of course, I can understand her extreme words.

If I switch places with her, her pampered and affluent life will all be shattered, not to mention the distant future, just the present.

My 6s is only 32g, and her xs is 256g.

My phone can’t even hold so much of her future, and what’s worse is that I can’t afford to replace it.

The life where you are surrounded by stars, can call the wind and rain, and echoes everywhere with a wave of your arm disappeared in this way, just like when you are about to hit the Roshan shield for the last time, the enemy team kills you and snatches your shield, and you can't buy back life. This kind of irreversible despair, the feeling of having to watch the base being destroyed, I know the feeling very well.

Now Mu Mingxue feels too unwilling in my body.

I am indeed a person with nothing, and the only lonely soul I have is not left to her. I know she is very good at singing and dancing, and she has chosen bel canto and folk dance as electives, but... she can't take these two skills with her, because my arms don't have that kind of muscle memory.

My ordinariness also means that I am destined to never be able to perform on stage, sing bel canto, or dance folk dance?

I won’t even leave my DO2 account to her.

All that was left of her was a vast expanse of white earth, so clean.

"I'm sorry, I really can't help it. Don't cry. Maybe this is just a dream. Just have a good sleep and go back tomorrow." I still felt a little bit reluctant.

"What if I don't go back? Can you promise?"

"I can't guarantee it. This is just to comfort you." This woman regards everything as a life-saving straw?