The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

"Good morning!"

The moment I walked into the classroom saying this, everyone's eyes were focused on me.

Michiru took a deep breath and bent her body involuntarily. She crouched down and walked towards the seat by the window. She could hear inexplicable whispers from the class.

"Hyoudou looked quite handsome yesterday. I was a little impressed by you, but why do you seem like a completely different person today?"

The person at the front table turned around and said to Michiru with a smile on his face.

"Tanaka-kun, please stop laughing at me. I still don't understand what's going on. Why does it feel like everyone is looking at me..."

"That's natural. After all, you were so conspicuous yesterday."

A friend at the next table came over and said with a smile.

"Me yesterday? Was I eye-catching? Could you tell me more about that, Ogasawara-san?"

Michiru was puzzled by this statement. In her memory, yesterday seemed to be just like the usual day before yesterday, but the incredible and concerned looks of the two people beside her were not fake.

It is true, so what exactly happened?

"Don't you remember yesterday's music class?"

"what?"

"The teacher was playing the piano in the music classroom, and you, Michiru, went up and pointed at the teacher and said loudly, 'That's not how you play the piano,' and then asked the teacher to move aside so you could play it yourself. But, you played it so beautifully. Hey, Hyodo, when did you learn to play the piano? And you play it so well! We live in the same town, how come we didn't know anything about it?"

"How...how...how could this happen? What was the piece you played yesterday?"

Michiru's face was filled with astonishment, and her expression became gloomy.

"I think it's called love or something." Tanaka tapped his chin with his finger, looking like I was trying hard to recall.

"The sadness of love?" The familiar beginning made Michiru say the name after the first two words.

"Yes, yes, that's it." Tanaka clapped his hands excitedly, then glared at Michiru, "Look, you already know it."

""

Michiru could only smile bitterly at this and waved her hands at the two of them to indicate that she didn't want to say anything more.

After school, I rushed home. I glanced at my mother, who was leisurely sipping tea and eating red bean bread while watching a soap opera in the living room, then ran upstairs to my room, closed the door, and opened my notes from the Classics class.

"who are you?"

Read this line and turn to the next page.

The pupils constricted and the hairs on the body stood up.

The same handwriting spread out meticulously across the open page. First, there was the large name "Hyoudou Michiru." Surrounding it were numerous question marks and her personal information.

In Class One, Grade Two, there is a girl who is a genius and a hedonist. She has talents superior to ordinary people in every aspect. Although she is smart, she is not proud and is a very nice person. Her father works in another place and she lives with her mother in an unknown countryside. She seems to have few friends and has a nice bust.

A genius but ordinary, cheerful but with few friends, with extraordinary talents in various fields but unknown.

Then there is a line of particularly large text.

"This person, what's going on with her life??"

Michiru's mind, trembling as she read her notes, was filled with a hazy mist, and the cityscape flashed through her mind. A petite and adorable sister, a coffee shop, a group of beautiful female friends, and a solitary train journey home...

In the corner of Michi's attention, she encountered the shadow of an unbelievable conclusion.

"This... could this be..."

"This... is this true..."

Hiroshi stared at the notes in his notebook in disbelief, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably as he turned the pages, as if they had become someone else's. There was no trace of the past in his mind, just like a sudden extra plot in the notebook.

Going to a coffee shop for the first time. Meeting an online friend with my sister. Going to a large shopping mall with my best friend for the first time. Delivering lunch to my mother.

In a corner of Hiroshi's mind, he came across the shadow of an unbelievable conclusion.

Is it

I was in my dream with this girl

I was in a dream with a boy

Swapped!

The sun rises over the mountains. The morning light washes over the lush greenery of the mountain streams. The morning birds, the silence of the day, the hum of insects at dusk, the twinkling of the night sky.

The morning sun rises between the tall buildings. Countless windowsills, one after another, are bathed in sunlight. The morning crowds, the hustle and bustle of the day, the breath of life at dusk, the glittering streets at night.

Hiroki and Michiru immersed themselves in every moment.

And they gradually came to understand.

Hiroki Gokura is a high school student living in Chiba.

The exchange with Michiru Hyodo, who lives in a remote rural area, is irregular, occurring two or three times a week, unexpectedly. The triggering event is sleep, and the reason is unknown.

The memories of the exchange became ambiguous immediately after waking up. It was like a very real dream.

However, they did make the swap, and the reactions around them were the best proof of that.

After gradually realizing that this was an exchange of experiences, the memory of the dream was somewhat retained. For example, when Michiru was awake now, she also realized that there was a boy named Hiroki living in Chiba.

Hiroki now has this conviction: in a certain rural town, there lives a girl named Michiru. He has no idea why or why, but he has a definite feeling of reality in his heart.

After that, they began to communicate with each other. On the day of the exchange, they would leave a diary or notes on their phones.

I also tried emailing and calling, but for some reason, I couldn't get through. But at least there was a way to communicate.

In this way, the entanglement between the two people became tighter and tighter, and their feelings became deeper and deeper.

Friends around them have gradually become familiar with the occasional tantrums between the two, and for now, let's just consider it as mental breakdown.

However, since the piano lesson incident at the beginning, Michiru began to be interested in music. During the conversation, she kept asking Hiroki questions about this. As she became more proficient in practice, the audio she recorded was praised by Hiroki.

When everyone graduates from high school, invite her to join the club.

Hiroshi thought so in his heart.

Chapter 69: Gokogen Hiroki saves the beauty?

A familiar feeling of distension and pain in the lower abdomen woke the sleeping person.

"Did this guy stay up late again last night?"

Hiroshi propped up his body on the soft bed board with his left hand, feeling the stinging pain in his abdomen. Michiru staggered towards the bathroom with a painful expression of not having slept well.

There's nothing I can do about it. After all, because of the body swap, the ample time I used to have to fill in the gaps has become incredibly tight. While juggling the club's progress, I also have to complete this month's work schedule. Naturally, staying up late and pulling all-nighters has gone from being an occasional occurrence to a daily routine.

The sound of flowing water was heard, and the heavy feeling in her chest finally disappeared. She took a deep breath and looked up at the sky which was already turning pale. Michiru knew that a new day had begun.

He drew the curtains, casually took off his loose T-shirt and shorts, looked down at his muscles that had become a little loose, and pinched his protruding belly in dissatisfaction.

"Have the original eight pieces merged into one? This guy has been working hard in every sense of the word."

He murmured softly with compassion, a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

In fact, if you pay attention to your diet, your body size won't change so quickly. It's just that a certain outsider likes to eat high-calorie food all day long.

"Well, today is a happy day too."

Although I was still putting on my school uniform, I was already thinking about which student street I would go to after class.

Changing bodies two to three times a week is like a day of relaxation and rest for Hiroshi's body. As time goes by, people around him gradually get used to Hiroshi's abnormal behavior for two or three days.

Perhaps it was because they had only known each other for a short time, and unlike other acquaintances who felt too unfamiliar, she seemed much more indifferent to Hiroshi's changes, and therefore Michiru could talk to her more easily.

After communicating more, Saki became more familiar with Hiroki at this moment. After all, Hiroki was more serious under normal circumstances and not as lively and cheerful as Michiru.

Because he drank too much water before going to bed last night, the other person who woke up this morning had no intention of continuing to sleep. After washing and getting ready, he picked up the lunch box prepared in the living room and prepared to leave.

"Hiroshi, have breakfast before you leave."

The mother, who heard the footsteps, came out of the kitchen and said.

“Well, I brought this.”

Michiru gestured, raising the bread in her hand.

"Don't you want to eat more? You'll be hungry later if you eat so little."

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm leaving first."

He waved to his mother, took a bite of bread, smiled, opened the door and walked out of the house.

After all, I spend most of the morning sleeping, and I won’t be able to sleep if I eat too much.

After such a long time, she had already memorized the way to school. Fortunately, Michiru was not very directionally challenged and arrived at school steadily in the soft and moist morning breeze.

Because I was too lazy to eat at home, I felt a little thirsty after eating the bread. I was planning to go to the vending machine to buy a bottle of juice to quench my thirst. Suddenly, I heard some sound coming from the corner of the wall not far away.

It was like someone was crying.

Nani, is this what they call school bullying? With excitement flashing in her eyes, Michiru decided to go check out the situation.

Then he bent down and quietly walked towards the source of the sound. Although he was tall, he acted like a thief, which made people feel a little funny.

Tiptoeing, I peeked out and observed

Sure enough, he is the one who is going to cause trouble.

Make trouble! Make trouble!

A group of male students surrounded a delicate figure, probably a girl.

The crying voice came from that petite figure. At this moment, the girl bowed deeply to the people around her. From Michiru's angle, she could see some crystal drops of water dripping and scattering.

Just by taking a quick look, Michiru had already imagined some wonderful developments in her mind.

Isn’t this the legendary school bullying incident!

As a righteous ally, no, a girl with illusions of justice, facing such an evil situation, she naturally couldn't sit idly by. She took a heavy step forward and shouted:

"What are you doing!"

He rushed forward while shouting, waving his arms which were tense but still had some swollen muscles.

Then, in the astonished eyes of everyone, he protected the petite girl behind him and shouted loudly at the group of boys around him.

"Aren't you ashamed of all of you bullying a girl? You even made her cry!"

"Uh, you misunderstood." A boy who seemed to be the leader standing in front of Michiru had a strange expression on his face, as if he was a little embarrassed and wanted to laugh.

"You can still laugh. Is this something you're really proud of?"

Michiru was furious at the sight of the unrepentant crowd before her. She turned her head and glanced at the tearful girl behind her. She was thin, with slender, snow-white arms, waist, and legs.

Although the mottled tear marks on her face covered her originally healthy and fair skin, it did not destroy her beauty at all. Instead, it made people want to hold her in their arms and take good care of her.

Namo San, what a lovely girl this is.

Michiru sighed in her heart while glaring at the boys in front of her with an even more unfriendly expression.

The scene suddenly returned to silence again.

As if he couldn't stand the solemn atmosphere, the boy in the lead spoke.

"Let's talk about this tomorrow. Goodbye."

Then a large group of people left in a triumphant manner. Michiru didn't know if it was an illusion, but she saw expressions of relief on the faces of those who left.

What happened?

Michiru couldn't help feeling confused, but now was not the time to think about this, so she turned around and looked at her behind her.

"Are you okay?"

What to do, this face is so cute

Looking at the sobbing girl with a little worry, Michiru consciously took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her face because of her love for cute things.

Then, looking at the blush rising on the fair cheeks of the girl in front of her, Michiru remembered that she was Hiroki at that moment.

"Ah ...

He quickly bent down and bowed repeatedly to express his apology.

"It's okay, thank you, Hiroshi."

"It's okay? Phew, that's good." Hearing the words of forgiveness, Michiru breathed a sigh of relief and straightened her back.

Then, as if he remembered something, he pointed at himself and said, staring.