The sun rose in the east, chasing away the mist that lingered in the sky. Some of the fog, too slow to escape, was pierced by the sunlight, creating a striking Tyndall effect.
On the green field, thousands of young men and women stood in military uniforms, vibrant and full of energy, embodying the best version of youth.
“Sit!” commanded the head instructor, and in an instant, the formation lowered.
As promised, before the official military training began, the instructors had to perform a girl group dance in front of the entire student body. Now was the time to fulfill that promise.
Soon, a formation of over forty male and female instructors marched to the center of the field. As the music started, they began dancing, eliciting thunderous cheers from the crowd.
The head instructor, grinning mischievously, pulled out his phone to record the scene…
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The twelve-day military training passed quickly. Due to insufficient sun protection, Su Mo (in Ye Qingyi’s body) had tanned noticeably, while Ye Qingyi (in Su Mo’s body) remained largely unaffected.
This led to an argument between the two. Ye Qingyi tried to punish him by refusing to eat for three days, but she gave up in less than three hours—hunger got the better of her.
During this time, two major incidents occurred:
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The “Flame-Spitting Boy” had returned—though he no longer spat fire. He looked refreshed, even more handsome than before.
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A full-school physical examination was conducted.
This wouldn’t have been unusual—routine procedures and all—except that the school suddenly announced the establishment of a “Superpower Training Class” after the official semester began. Only those who passed the physical would be eligible to join.
Many suspected that this class was specifically designed to train superhumans, and that the so-called “physical” was actually a test for latent abilities.
Su Mo found this theory plausible. After all, the “Flame-Spitting Boy” incident had happened not long ago, and rumors were spreading about another supernatural event in Jingcheng, which had been caught on video and posted online before anyone could stop it.
“So, what level do you think my potential will be? I did go toe-to-toe with an F-rank superhuman, after all,” Su Mo said, sitting across from Ye Qingyi at the same stone table where they had first exchanged information.
“F-rank. At best.”
“Don’t tell me F is the lowest rank.”
“What else would it be?” Ye Qingyi retorted irritably.
“Seriously, am I really that weak?” Su Mo frowned. “I feel like my body’s in pretty good shape. My strength and speed are both above average for someone my age.”
“That may be true, but it doesn’t necessarily mean your potential is high. We’ll have to wait for the results.”
Just then, a notification chimed on Ye Qingyi’s phone. She glanced at it and burst out laughing. “See? What did I tell you?”
Su Mo peeked at the screen and saw that only two students from Chemistry Class 2101 had qualified:
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Luo Xiu: B-rank potential.
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Su Mo: F-rank potential.
“Don’t get too smug,” Su Mo said defensively. “Right now, you are Su Mo. You’re the F-rank rookie. I’m Ye Qingyi.” He opened his own phone and checked the results for Archaeology Class 2101:
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Ye Qingyi: A-rank potential.
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Xia Qingqing: B-rank potential.
Again, only two students qualified—both from the same dorm—and both with impressive rankings.
“Look at me—A-rank. And then there’s you…” Su Mo couldn’t help but gloat, though he felt a little guilty.
“Alright, stop sulking. F-rank is actually pretty good,” Ye Qingyi said, patting his shoulder reassuringly.
“Who’s sulking? I’m an A-rank!”
But Ye Qingyi wasn’t wrong. Making it to F-rank was already an achievement—out of over six thousand freshmen, only 226 had been selected.
“Why are there so many more freshmen compared to upperclassmen? And why does the number decrease with each grade?” Su Mo noticed the odd trend.
“Because potential assessment also factors in age. If you’d taken this test ten years ago, you might’ve been E-rank.”
Ah. That made sense.
As they chatted, a muscular guy approached—specifically, he was heading toward Su Mo.
“Hello,” he said, extending his hand.
Su Mo, pretending to be aloof, ignored the gesture and replied coldly, “What do you want?”
The guy didn’t seem offended. “Just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Wang Yun.”
“And?”
“Since you don’t like small talk, I’ll cut to the chase.” His expression turned serious. “I’d like to take you out to eat. Do you have time?”
“Sorry, I’m busy.” Su Mo waved at Ye Qingyi and turned to leave, but a muscular arm blocked his path.
“Are you trying to force me?” Su Mo’s voice turned icy, his beautiful face darkening with displeasure.
“Of course not.” The guy lowered his arm and stepped aside.
Su Mo snorted and quickly walked away with Ye Qingyi in tow. Behind them, the muscular guy’s eyes gleamed with malice—an expression unbefitting a student.
Honestly, Su Mo had grown used to this. Over the past few days, quite a few guys had tried to hit on him (or rather, Ye Qingyi’s body), and all had failed.
“Hey, could you at least pretend to care when guys hit on me like that?” Su Mo grumbled.
“What’s it got to do with me? Why should I care?”
“Oh, so that’s how it is?” Su Mo smirked. “Fine. Watch me go back and agree to date him.”
“Go ahead.” Ye Qingyi crossed her arms, unfazed.
To her surprise, Su Mo actually started walking back, his steps firm and decisive.
“Wait—you’re serious?!” She quickly caught up and grabbed his arm. “Okay, okay, stop messing around.”
“What’s wrong? Jealous?” Su Mo raised an eyebrow.
This time, Ye Qingyi decided not to play along. Instead, she wrapped an arm around his slender waist, adopting a domineering tone. “I just felt like it.”
Seeing his own face so close was unnerving. Su Mo shoved her away in disgust. “Cut it out!”
“Does this count as flirting?” Ye Qingyi mused.
“If you like me, wait until we’re back in our own bodies before confessing. Otherwise, it’s just weird.”
“Who’s confessing? Don’t flatter yourself.” She rolled her eyes.
The soul swap had naturally brought them closer, making their interactions easy and relaxed—after all, they were looking at their own faces.
But when it came to romance, Su Mo was firmly against the idea. At least, not until they switched back.
Later, Su Mo visited the single apartment Ye Qingyi had arranged, using the key she’d left for him.
The apartment was impressively well-equipped, a far cry from standard dorm conditions—though that was mostly due to Ye Qingyi’s meticulous decorating.
“Ah, living alone is the best,” he sighed, sprawling on the couch as he scrolled through videos—all of which were about superhumans.
It seemed the truth could no longer be hidden. Soon, everyone would know.
Su Mo couldn’t help but feel excited. What would the world of superhumans be like?