Victor Harris and William Foster both had no idea what was going on, but after listening to Brian Cooper praise Samuel Clark for so long just now—so much that even he started to feel confused—and seeing that the two of them seemed to be in pretty good spirits, he figured there probably wasn’t any major problem.

“Alright then, you two go back and get some rest,” Victor Harris said, then added, “By the way, the fight was a misunderstanding on the teacher’s part, but you can’t get away with climbing over the wall. Tomorrow, hand in a 3,500-word self-reflection.”

Brian Cooper stiffened, taking a few seconds to realize that Victor Harris was talking to him.

He still had to write a 3,500-word self-reflection, for fuck’s sake.

Samuel Clark didn’t even know who to feel sorry for at this point.

The last place they went was Samuel Clark’s dorm room. That’s when Samuel Clark realized the two of them lived across the hall from each other. After the door closed, they just stood there facing each other, wanting to say something but unable to get the words out.

In the end, it was Samuel Clark who broke the silence with a curse.

“Shit,” Samuel Clark said. “What the hell is going on?”

Brian Cooper couldn’t stand hearing Samuel Clark use his own voice to swear. “Don’t curse.”

“Fine.” Samuel Clark, feeling a bit uncomfortable, raised his hand and undid a button on his school uniform, then opened his desk drawer, pulled out a stack of A4 paper and a black gel pen. “Let’s write the self-reflection first.”

Judging by his attitude, Brian Cooper didn’t look like he was planning to write it himself. “Who’s writing?”

Even though the situation was a total mess, putting that aside, Samuel Clark figured this was his chance to get back at him for the wall incident. “Whoever is Samuel Clark writes it. If you think you’re not, go out and shout and see if anyone answers.”

Chapter 7

Samuel Clark’s dorm room didn’t have much, but there was a huge pile of A4 paper—all for writing self-reflections. Victor Harris had more than once sighed that if he could put the same passion into studying as he did into writing self-reflections, his average score would at least hit forty.

Faced with the five-centimeter-thick stack of A4 paper on the desk, Brian Cooper momentarily forgot about the weirdness of the current situation. “Are you planning to publish a book?”

Samuel Clark slapped the paper and pen onto the desk. “Just start writing.”

Brian Cooper calmed down and reminded him, “My handwriting isn’t the same as yours.”

Samuel Clark was well aware of how terrible his own handwriting was. “My writing’s simple. Just use your left hand—it’ll look just as wild as mine.”

What goes around comes around.

Earlier today, Brian Cooper had used the self-reflection as a weapon against him. He never expected the tables would turn so quickly.

Brian Cooper picked up the pen and, using his left hand, scrawled out the three crooked characters for “self-reflection.” There were discarded drafts from Samuel Clark’s previous attempts at self-reflection lying nearby, and at a glance, the handwriting really didn’t look much different. “……”

Samuel Clark’s handwriting was honestly impressive in its own way.

There weren’t many students living on campus in their second year. Aside from a few rooms with two people, most of the dorms were singles. Linjiang No. 6 High School didn’t require students to board, and they tried to accommodate the needs of those who did.

Brian Cooper had applied for a single room himself. Samuel Clark was different—he didn’t mind having a roommate. In fact, he wasn’t antisocial at all, but it would take someone fearless to want to room with him.

There was only one set of desk and chair, so Samuel Clark couldn’t find a place to sit and just plopped down on the bed near the desk.

At first, Samuel Clark was worried the top student wouldn’t know how to write a self-reflection and would embarrass himself. “Do you know how to write one?”

Brian Cooper ignored him.

Samuel Clark bent one leg, resting his elbow on his knee. He couldn’t answer a single question on any of his exams, but when it came to self-reflection essays, he could talk a blue streak: “A typical self-reflection has three main parts: admitting your mistake, flattering the teacher, and then looking to the future.”

“Admitting your mistake is easy to understand. Flattering the teacher means praising the teacher and the school—like, ‘Linjiang No. 6 High is a very orderly school, dedicated to teaching and nurturing students, making great contributions to society,’” Samuel Clark unconsciously started giving the academic god a lesson. He leaned back, his shoulders against the wall, and finished, “Just make something up.”

Brian Cooper finally moved, flipping to a new sheet of A4 paper and lowering his eyes. “Stop bothering me.”

Brian Cooper had a habit of clipping his words short, unlike Samuel Clark, who always dragged his out lazily. The result was that he sounded extremely cold.

Samuel Clark felt a complicated, subtle mix of emotions. He thought to himself, this academic god now in my body actually seems more like a school bully than I do.

It had to be said, writing a self-reflection really was a way to calm down in the shortest time possible.

With everything else set aside, all that was left was the self-reflection.

Brian Cooper finished the 3,500 words in no time. Samuel Clark couldn’t help but wonder if top students’ brains were just wired differently—how could someone even be so talented at writing self-reflections?

By the time Brian Cooper finished, both of them had been forced to accept the current situation—Samuel Clark jumped the wall, landed on Brian Cooper, and then, just like in countless web novels, they swapped bodies.

They had transmigrated.

There was no sign of rain outside the dorm window. When he checked his phone, the weather forecast showed nothing but sun from yesterday through the day after tomorrow. Even the thunderclap that struck the moment Samuel Clark jumped the wall seemed to have come out of nowhere.

The school uniform Samuel Clark was wearing felt uncomfortable all over. He’d already undone one button earlier, and after sitting on the bed feeling miserable for a while, he reached up and undid a second.

The collar fell open, and following the line of his prominent Adam’s apple downward, his entire collarbone was exposed.