I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

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?

"Fuck me."

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.

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

Just as they came to their senses, they seemed confused as to why they had suddenly appeared there.

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.

"Get lost! 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 my stick earlier..."

"It's March 7th."

"So now he's tied to the chair..."

"It's March 7th."

"The bump on his 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 Xingzi, it seems that this day 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 some stockpiled supplies from when they were scavenging for resources 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.

"You can keep the good guy; do whatever you want with him."

The writer also wrote:

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

Chapter 40 Don't Bully March 7th

"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, let's 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 too far..."

"If you hit me with a 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..."

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."