The Body Swap Game - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: The Truth about Drawing Skills

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation

Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

After eight hours, Xia Yu returned to his own body.

He sat up in bed and stretched.

He didn’t need to sleep anymore since he started playing this game. The body he deposited in the game’s control would complete the sleep he needed fo him.

He got out of bed and moved right into the chair in front of his desk.

Picking up his cell phone, he checked his balance.

Painfully, the balance was just around 3000 yuan.

He spent 2000 on the cell phone for Youxue, another 700 on the taxi rides to pick up the black cat. Another 300 was spent on buying cat food and litter. In just three days, he’d spent 3000 yuan.

How come I’m not making money with this body-swap game? I’m just losing money!

After agonizing for a while, Xia Yu told himself this was a necessary investment to ease his mind.

He picked up a book from the bookshelf and started reading. It was an adventure novel.

As someone who didn’t have much money, he didn’t have the funds to buy books. These books were bought by the president of the literature club, who needed to use up the extra club funding. As a member of the ghost division, he got some books too.

After three years in high school, he’d gotten enough books from the literature club to fill up a small shelf.

At seven-thirty a.m., he left his room to clean up and eat. Then, he took the subway to school.

It’s Monday, the start of a new week.

When he got to class, before he sat down, someone grabbed his backpack.

“Yu! Help me!” It was a male student. He pleaded with Xia Yu.

His name was Gui Zixiao. He was a good friend to Xia Yu.

“… Which subject?” Xia Yu opened his backpack.

“All of them!” Gui Zixiao said.

“You didn’t do a single subject? You sure you can copy all of it on time?” Xia Yu looked at the time. It was 15 minutes before the morning study session, the end of which was the latest you could hand in your homework.

Gui Zixiao looked a little embarrassed. He looked at Xia Yu.

Xia Yu had a bad feeling.

Gui Zixiao handed the math and English homework notebooks to Xia Yu. “Please help me copy it.”

“I refuse.” Xia Yu didn’t accept the notebooks, in fact, he took back his own homework.

“Wait, wait, wait, are you forgetting there’s art today? We have painting today!” Gui Zixiao grabbed Xia Yu again.

“I need another duck leg for lunch.” Xia Yu made a demand.

“OK!”

Xia Yu returned to his seat with Gui Zixiao’s homework notebooks.

He couldn’t believe that with all of his homework done by the game, he now had to do homework for other people.

During the morning study session, he propped the notebooks on the desk and wrote quickly, so as to finish copying the homework before the end of the session.

After he handed in homework, the first class was art class. The students went to the art classroom with the class leader leading them.

The art teacher had already set up paints and all the other supplies.

He put on the apron, picked up some brushes and paint, and sat down by an easel in the inner part of the room.

He propped the canvas on the easel, squeezing out some paint on the palette.

When all the students had finished preparing, the art teacher took out a marble bust and displayed it in the middle of the room.

Their task was to paint this bust.

Gui Zixiao had already started drawing next to Xia Yu. “Thanks, Bro. Give me 10 minutes. I’ll paint it for you as soon as I’m done!”

Xia Yu’s drawing skills weren’t good, especially in oil painting. In the previous life, he could pass by since art was ignored in education; in this world, however, art grades were important. Some work was actually saved. He had to get help from others.

Xia Yu shook his brush as if he was really drawing.

After a minute, he became bored. Five minutes later, he glanced at Gui Zixiao’s painting, whose work wasn’t great either, but it was at least better than his own. Xia Yu’s work could not pass the class, but Gui Zixiao’s could.

At this time, the teacher started surveying the room. Xia Yu rushed to draw something.

They didn’t use professional quality canvas, just cheap canvas paper, some of which Xia Yu hoarded. He could have Gui Zixiao draw a new one later.

The teacher made his way around pretty slowly. He stood for at least three minutes when he saw one male student’s work.

It wasn’t because the male student was a good artist; it was because a well-developed female student sat nearby.

Three minutes later, the teacher continued to walk around the room. He soon got to Xia Yu’s area.

After seeing Gui Zixiao’s work, the teacher sighed, then he glanced at Xia Yu’s canvas.

The teacher made a sound of amazement.

He’d taught Xia Yu’s class for two years and knew everyone well. He knew Xia Yu made other people do his art. Since Xia Yu was a good student and ranked at the top, the teaching director had told him to let it go.

The teacher thought he’d see some scribbles, but Xia Yu’s art was actually about average in class.

Who drew so fast that he already did the work for Xia Yu?

After standing around for a while, the teacher knew Xia Yu didn’t cheat. The art wasn’t finished; Xia Yu was still painting.

Under his gaze, Xia Yu’s drawing skill didn’t worsen, he actually got better and became above-average in class.

“Not bad.” The art teacher walked away after issuing some praise.

The students around Xia Yu heard the teacher’s comment and looked at Xia Yu’s canvas, all sighing in amazement.

Xia Yu was known for his poor drawing skill, something the students all knew.

Gui Zixiao grabbed Xia Yu’s shoulder. “You were secretly practicing!”

Putting down his brush, Xia Yu looked at Gui Zixiao. “Do you really think so?”

“Right, you hate drawing, materials are expensive… you couldn’t have practiced.” Gui Zixiao analyzed and thought, “What did you do?”

Xia Yu was confused too. He really did draw horribly before, and he’d never practiced oil painting. The only drawing practice he’d done was the night he drew comic characters in An Siyao’s body.

When drawing skills improved, painting skills would improve as well?

This didn’t seem likely.

After thinking for a while, he looked at [Drawing Skill Lv 1].

He thought this was only for drawing comics, but it was applicable to all art skills?

If his comic-drawing reached Lv 1, he’d be Lv 1 in all art skills?

It was scary.

He looked at [Music Lv 1]. With this theory, this skill would include all instruments?

An Siyao was more useful than he’d thought.

Maybe he shouldn’t scare her so much in the future.

He finished the rest of his painting. During the evaluation, he received a lot of compliments from the teacher.

At night, he finished his job and got home. Laying in bed, he entered An Siyao’s body.