Chapter 1 What a coincidence, me too.
"Buzz—buzz—"
The phone kept vibrating beside her ear. Cheng Luanxin turned over in a daze, grabbed the phone and glanced at it hastily. It was a familiar string of unsaved numbers.
Without thinking too much, she pressed the answer button: "Hello, hello, who is this?"
The voice on the other end of the phone was strangely familiar, with a hint of impatience: "You don't even know your own phone number?"
"Huh?" Cheng Luanxin was already upset at having her sweet dream interrupted, and now her tone became even more hostile. "Who are you?"
"Song Qiuchi." The other party's tone was quite gloomy.
It was Song Qiuchi. No wonder his speech was so annoying.
Cheng Luan said impatiently, "Isn't it just that I mixed up the trophy with you? I'll have my assistant deliver it to you today. Is there anything else? If not, I'm hanging up now."
"Cheng Luanxin, if I'm not mistaken, you should be in my bed right now."
"Ah? What nonsense are you talking about--" Cheng Luanxin opened her eyes impatiently and was about to explode, but was stunned by the scene in front of her and swallowed back the words she was saying.
Her room is decorated in a poetic and elegant new Chinese style, with graceful screens, elegant floral arrangements, and a perfect combination of traditional aesthetics and modern elements, demonstrating a unique aristocratic temperament.
It was very different from her gorgeous and extravagant bedroom.
"How did I get here..." Cheng Luanxin sat up in shock and was surprised to find a butterfly-wing-shaped birthmark on her right wrist.
She was very familiar with this birthmark. From the moment Song Qiuchi became her deskmate in her first year of high school, this birthmark would appear in front of her eyes from time to time.
In other words, this is Song Qiuchi's body.
Cheng Luanxin screamed, dropped her phone, jumped out of bed, and quickly walked to the dressing mirror. The girl in the mirror was wearing silk pajamas, with a slender figure and messy hair. Her beautiful face looked a little haggard, but the small mole at the corner of her mouth was still charming.
There is no doubt that this is Song Qiuchi's face.
Cheng Luanxin felt as if all his tendons and bones had been pulled out, and he collapsed to the ground.
The person on the other end of the phone called her unhappily: "Cheng Luanxin, are you still there? Speak."
Cheng Luanxin moved back to the bed in a daze and picked up her phone: "Did our souls swap?"
"It seems so at the moment." Song Qiuchi paused, "Hurry up and pack up and go out. We'll meet."
Cheng Luanxin suppressed her dissatisfaction with Song Qiuchi's condescending tone and took a deep breath: "Wait for me."
If you ask Cheng Luanxin who she hates the most, the answer is undoubtedly Song Qiuchi.
The two had been at odds since they sat next to each other in their first year of high school. Despite their vastly different upbringings, their needs were remarkably similar, from the small things like getting food in the cafeteria to the big things like competing for student leadership. They even had a crush on the same person, and before they knew it, they'd come to see each other as a thorn in their side.
Even after going to college and entering different departments, they would still fight for a few rounds every time they met.
It was not until they graduated and officially entered the entertainment industry and began to know how to maintain their public image that they reluctantly stopped fighting. However, behind the scenes, the two still disliked each other.
But at this moment, she had to look even if she didn't like it. Cheng Luanxin hurriedly took off her silk pajamas, and was dazzled by Song Qiuchi's white skin. Her face flushed, and she subconsciously looked away. She grabbed an everyday light blue shirt from the closet and put it on. As she pushed on her jeans, she muttered, "As expected of an Alpha, her legs are so long."
After getting dressed, she sat in front of the makeup mirror as usual, picked up the liquid foundation, saw the face in the mirror, and put it down again: "Let's forget about putting makeup on Song Qiuchi."
After finishing everything, her eyes fell on the trophy on the desk.
The design of the trophy is very simple. It is a female figure holding a handful of wheat ears, with graceful musical notes flying around. The gold-plated trophy looks dazzling under the light.
There is a line of words engraved on the base of the trophy: 2022 Best Music Award.
This is Cheng Luanxin’s trophy.
Last night, the annual Golden Harvest Awards ceremony took place. Cheng Luanxin won the Best Music Award, and Song Qiuchi took home the Best Actress award. It was supposed to be a great occasion for both parties to celebrate, but the production team had arranged for them to sit next to each other.
Just two words: unlucky.
From beginning to end, the two did not even make eye contact. They thought they were getting along peacefully, but unexpectedly, they took each other's trophy by mistake when leaving.
I wonder if the soul swap between the two has anything to do with this trophy.
Cheng Luanxin paused, put the trophy into her bag, and walked out.
The two of them met in a small, quiet and elegant coffee shop. When Cheng Luanxin arrived, Song Qiuchi had already been sitting there for a long time, tapping the table with his fingertips, somewhat impatiently.
Cheng Luanxin always liked to dress fancy. When she saw herself from afar with long golden hair, wearing a simple white dress, and sitting upright and well-behaved, she felt awkward no matter how she looked at it.
Song Qiuchi also saw her, stood up from his seat and frowned.
"You are thirteen minutes late for our appointment."
"Only thirteen minutes?" Cheng Luanxin pulled the chair across from me nonchalantly. "Your home is so far from here, and it's hard to get a taxi. I thought I'd be an hour late."
"Why don't you drive over here?"
"I'm poor, I don't have a car, and I don't have a driver's license." Cheng Luanxin took out the Best Music Award trophy from her bag and placed it on the table. "So, why did we exchange souls? Is this related to it?"
"I don't know." Song Qiuchi also took out the Best Actress trophy and said, "Try changing it back?"
The two looked at each other and nodded solemnly.
They prepared themselves mentally, held the trophies tightly, exchanged them with each other, and waited quietly.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Nothing happened.
Cheng Luanxin slumped in the chair: "It's useless."
Song Qiuchi frowned: "Sit up straight, you are now representing my public image, I will not look like this in public."
Cheng Luanxin held her breath, but still sat up and said angrily, "I don't want to become you for the rest of my life."
"Do you think I want to?" Song Qiuchi held out his hand, revealing a gaudy, glamour-style manicure. "I'm going to take this off later. Is that okay with you?"
"You have the final say." Cheng Luanxin held her chin in her hand, feeling very irritated. "How could this happen? Do you think going to the hospital will be any use?"
"He might be arrested as a mental patient." Song Qiuchi paused. "Cheng Luanxin, everything is unclear right now. We have to be prepared for a protracted war. We need to hand over whatever work you have next."
Cheng Luan was stunned and stammered, "My job, if I tell you about it, you'll be so envious."
Song Qiuchi said unhappily, "I am no different. You have taken advantage of me."
Cheng Luanxin took a deep breath: "How come I got all the benefits? If I hadn't swapped bodies with you, I really wouldn't want to tell you. The day after tomorrow I'm going to participate in the recording of the second season of "Romance to You", so just be happy!"
Song Qiuchi was stunned: "...What a coincidence, me too."
"Romance to You" is a recently popular female love variety show. Every season, three Alphas, four Betas, and three Omegas are invited from all walks of life as guests to record the show for one month.
A week ago, the candidates for Beta were announced online: pianist Du Zhiruo, composer He Ran, mystery novelist Duan Mengshu and emerging entrepreneur Zhuang Mingchu.
Du Zhiruo is the white moonlight that Cheng Luanxin and Song Qiuchi have been secretly in love with since their student days.
The two looked at each other, both dumbfounded.
After a while, Cheng Luanxin finally found her voice: "Doesn't this mean that we will see each other every day?"
Song Qiuchi smiled faintly: "Unfortunately, that's exactly the case."
Cheng Luan was anxious: "Song Qiuchi, you are not allowed to use my body to seduce Du Zhiruo!"
Song Qiuchi: "If Zhiruo liked you, would she have waited until today? Don't worry, I won't say a word to her. Otherwise, if we exchange it back in the future, wouldn't you be the one who gets the advantage?"
Cheng Luanxin rolled her eyes: "Then you won't deliberately destroy my image in front of Zhiruo, right?"
Song Qiuchi asked seriously, "What image do you have?"
Cheng Luanxin: "..."
The saying "If you don't agree, there's no need to talk too much" may be referring to this feeling.
But it's okay. In the next month, the two of them will supervise each other and take care of each other. It's more reassuring than not seeing each other at all.
Maybe after a few days, the two of them will be able to switch back.
Song Qiuchi took out a small notebook from his bag and said, "Tell me what to pay attention to during the body swap. I will try my best to respect your wishes."
Cheng Luan thought for a moment and said, "I send messages to my grandma every night to let her know I'm safe, and I'll call her occasionally. Is it okay for me to give this task to you?"
"Of course." Song Qiuchi nodded. She knew Cheng Luanxin had grown up with her grandmother and had a special bond with her. "Then please remember that I have a severe allergy. I can't eat mangoes, pineapples, star fruits, or any seafood. I can't drink milk either."
Cheng Luanxin: "...You can't eat anything. What a boring thing you are to be a young lady."
"Don't change the brand of skincare products for me. I have sensitive skin and it easily turns red and breaks out. Don't put those glitters and sequins you like on my face, and don't go for cosmetic surgery."
Cheng Luanxin: "...Okay, you have the final say."
"My body's resistance is low, so I have to exercise every day. I have a treadmill at home, and I run 3,000 meters every day. Can you do that?"
Cheng Luanxin's eyes widened: "...You want me to do this too?!"
"Of course. Correspondingly, I will also be responsible for your health." Song Qiuchi said, "In order for us to be able to switch back as soon as possible, I'll try to keep in touch once a day. Is that okay with you?"
Cheng Luanxin really didn't want to keep in touch with Song Qiuchi, but there was no better way in the current situation: "Okay, okay."
Song Qiuchi narrowed his eyes: "Did you really listen carefully? Repeat it again."
Cheng Luanxin: “……???”
Is this for checking primary school students’ recitation of text?
Cheng Luanxin repeated it unhappily: "Is that all right? What should we do next?"
Song Qiuchi checked the time and said, "In two hours I have a live interview about the winners of the Golden Harvest Awards. I need your help with it."
Cheng Luan was stunned: "Such a big thing, why didn't you tell me earlier?!"
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