Campus, body swap (intermittent swapping, they will switch back)

Class 7’s Samuel Clark never wears a school uniform, the wildest school tyrant in the history of Linjiang No. 6 High School, with average scores just over 30 in every subject, so many disciplinary notices that his hands are sore from receiving them, and every few days he has to make a public self-criticism to the whole school.

Under the blazing sun, the boy’s voice is bold: “Sorry, I’ll dare to do it again next time.”

Meanwhile, the so-called exam god and top student in the grade, Brian Cooper, is cold and unapproachable.

The two, who should have had nothing to do with each other, end up swapping bodies due to an accident.

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The teacher looks at the two boys who have a grudge and absolutely refuse to be deskmates.

One is his most troublesome delinquent student, Samuel Clark, the other is his pride and joy, the outstanding student Brian Cooper.

The teacher ponders for two seconds: “Who was it that said you two weren’t fated to be deskmates?”

Samuel Clark, wearing a black T-shirt that clashes with his surroundings, leans against the wall: “Fate has arrived.”

The teacher looks at the other: “And who said a twisted melon isn’t sweet?”

The academic god, with his school uniform buttoned all the way to the top and an aura that screams ‘strangers keep out’: “How do you know a twisted melon isn’t sweet if you don’t try it?”

Chapter One

Linjiang No. 6 High School, Class of 2019, second-year placement exam, Chinese test.

Exam time: 150 minutes, total score: 150 points.

Student’s score: 48.

Math: 36.

English: 22.

Science: 59.

……

A few test papers lay on the office desk, each one covered in a miserable mess of X marks, each worse than the last. The grader quickly realized that the usual way of marking didn’t apply to this student, so on another page, only a few sparse red check marks remained.

In the name field, two characters were scrawled wildly, as messy as overgrown weeds, yet the strokes were sharp.

Student name: Samuel Clark.

“Take a look at your placement exam scores yourself.”

“Your average score is way below thirty. Don’t even talk about aiming for the college entrance exam—at this rate, you’ll have to repeat middle school!”

Homeroom teacher William Foster raised his voice as he spoke, shouting so loudly that half the hallway outside the office could hear: “Which of these questions didn’t I cover in class? They’re all free points! If I scattered some rice on the test paper, even a chicken would get more right than you. What’s your problem—are you here to study or just to waste time?!”

Samuel Clark had been standing in the office for six minutes.

He’d heard words like these countless times. He let his gaze drift, landing on the wall clock behind William Foster, and guessed that the classic line “If you don’t want to study, get out early” was probably coming up next.

Sure enough.

With a loud “bang,” William Foster slapped the stack of confiscated test papers on the corner of the desk: “I don’t care what you were like before. Now that you’re in Class 7 of Year 2, you’d better behave. If you don’t want to study properly, get out now!”

Samuel Clark looked sleepy, closing his eyes a bit, making it clear he didn’t want to listen to any more nonsense.

William Foster: “……”

Despite his harsh words, William Foster felt a bit guilty inside.

He actually didn’t dare to talk to this student much, but since he’d just taken over the class, he had to make a show of authority.

The classes had just been reshuffled for the second year, and for some reason, the school decided to balance things out by putting both the top student and the bottom student in his class.

The boy standing by his desk didn’t fit in with the rest of the office at all.

All the other students coming in and out wore their school uniforms properly, but he alone wore a black T-shirt covered in graffiti, the design so messy it was impossible to tell what it was supposed to be.

The boy was tall and thin, eyes downcast, looking like he hadn’t gotten enough sleep during morning study. Standing there, he seemed not to care about anything.

A student with bizarrely low grades in every subject, a record of fights inside and outside school that you couldn’t count on two hands, and who never wore a school uniform—William Foster had never encountered a problem student like this in all his years of teaching.

Linjiang No. 6 High School was still considered a key school. Although it wasn’t among the top in District A, its cutoff score just barely made the mark, having only been promoted from a regular high school a couple of years ago.