Life Exchange Game - Chapter 8 - Midnight Snack

The door was locked, and Xia Yu couldn’t open it. He kicked it twice, but there was no response.

If Youxue had gotten the phone, she would have mentioned it. Clearly, someone else had taken it, and the only possible person was Xia Dongyang.

Calling out Dongyang’s name a couple more times, Xia Yu still got no answer.

Xia Dongyang had to be in the room; his shoes were still outside, and with his financial situation, he couldn’t afford to stay at a hotel.

Leaving the door, Xia Yu went to the living room balcony and looked towards the master bedroom balcony.

The master bedroom balcony was half a meter away from the living room balcony. Due to the stifling weather, the window was open.

Climbing onto the window, Xia Yu reached out and grabbed the edge of the master bedroom window, pulling himself inside.

He immediately saw Xia Dongyang, who was holding a rolling pin and peeking through the door crack.

Coming up behind him, Xia Yu kicked him.

“Ow!” Xia Dongyang, who had been leaning against the door, cried out in pain and quickly turned around.

Seeing Xia Yu, he was initially confused and a bit panicked. Then he glanced at the rolling pin in his hand, and the panic disappeared as he raised the rolling pin.

If Xia Yu hadn’t gained agility from the black cat, he would have struggled and gotten hit a few times before subduing Xia Dongyang. But now, he was no longer the same.

Dodging the rolling pin, Xia Yu grabbed Xia Dongyang’s wrist and twisted it, pinning him to the ground.

“Wait, wait, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Ignoring his pleas, Xia Yu punched him in the waist.

Xia Yu wanted to punch his face but decided to show some mercy considering Dongyang’s ridiculous pride.

“Where’s the phone?” Xia Yu asked.

He was a bit nervous. He had left the phone on Youxue’s desk last night, which meant Xia Dongyang had taken it last night. There had been enough time for him to sell it.

Although Xia Yu could beat him up, he couldn’t force him to pay for the phone.

Fortunately, Xia Dongyang hadn’t had time to sell the phone.

“In the drawer, in the drawer!” Dongyang confessed.

Opening the TV cabinet drawer, Xia Yu found the phone box. Inside, the phone and accessories were intact.

Putting the phone box away, Xia Yu returned to Dongyang.

“Don’t go into Youxue’s room again,” he warned.

“You went in without permission!” Dongyang retorted.

“I can, you can’t!”

Seeing Xia Yu’s clenched fist, Dongyang shut his mouth.

Xia Yu stared at him for a while longer, then left the room.

Getting up from the floor, Dongyang clutched his waist, grimacing in pain.

A question popped into his mind: How did that kid get in?

He looked towards the direction Xia Yu had attacked from and saw the window he had left open and the living room balcony beside it.

This was the fourth floor!

But no matter how impressive, he’s still my son.

Using this mental victory, Dongyang alleviated his stress. He went to the bed, took out some ointment, and skillfully applied it to his waist.

After he finished, he heard the front door open.

Youxue had returned.

“Brother, here’s your eraser.” The girl handed the eraser to Xia Yu and took out the remaining money. “And the change.”

“Keep the money,” Xia Yu said, taking the eraser.

“Thank you, brother.” Youxue’s eyes sparkled with joy. Her pocket money always came from Xia Yu.

“And this.” Xia Yu handed her the phone box.

Taking the phone box, Youxue looked incredulous. She opened it and saw the white phone inside.

“You’re the best, brother!” Hugging the phone, the girl embraced Xia Yu.

Patting Youxue’s head, Xia Yu felt his mood improve after being ruined by Dongyang.

Excited, Youxue hurried back to her room to set up the phone.

After a while, she came back out.

“Brother, can you help me?” The girl looked troubled.

Helping Youxue set up the phone, Xia Yu first downloaded Penguin Chat, created an account, and added his own number under the family category. Then he downloaded other necessary apps and taught her how to use them.

By four in the afternoon, Youxue’s excitement had finally subsided.

Returning to his room, Xia Yu played for a while. At six, he logged into the game and took over An Siyao’s body.

After a moment of darkness, he saw a black piano.

He was in the piano room.

“You’re back!” An Siyao’s voice sounded in his mind, filled with delight.

“???”

What’s with this homecoming tone?

Hesitating, Xia Yu responded with a simple “Mm.”

“Did you have something to do yesterday?” An Siyao asked about his absence the previous night.

“Yesterday, the ritual had a small mishap,” Xia Yu said casually, playing the piano to get a feel for it.

“Are you okay?” The young girl’s voice was filled with concern.

“No problem, just accidentally blew up the moon,” Xia Yu replied offhandedly.

“Don’t try to fool me; there was clearly a moon last night!” An Siyao was pleased with herself for catching Xia Yu’s lie.

“It was the moon in my time zone,” Xia Yu added another layer to his story.

An Siyao fell silent, unable to determine if Xia Yu was telling the truth or not.

“Come on, let’s start the lesson,” Xia Yu urged.

Five hours later, he stretched.

It was now eleven at night, and he was a bit hungry.

The previous two times, he had felt hungry around this time but had ignored it due to the excitement of playing the Body Exchange Game.

“How do I call the maid?” Xia Yu asked An Siyao.

“There’s an app on the phone; just tap it,” the girl instructed.

A minute later, the maid Xia Yu had seen before arrived at the piano room.

“Get me something to eat,” Xia Yu said.

“Miss, your nutritionist’s custom diet doesn’t include a midnight snack,” the maid replied coldly.

Xia Yu slowly lowered his hand from the piano keys.

The piano room fell silent.

Bang-

Xia Yu closed the piano lid. The sudden noise made the maid’s heart skip a beat, and Xia Yu’s cold gaze made her tremble.

“I-I’ll have the kitchen prepare something right away,” the maid stammered, hurrying out of the room.

Chuckling, Xia Yu reopened the piano and continued practicing.

In this life, because his father, Xia Dongyang, was a thug, he had often dealt with thugs. He knew how to use facial expressions and atmosphere to intimidate people.

From slowly stopping his hand to suddenly closing the piano lid to silently staring, it was a psychological tactic. Missing any step would render it ineffective.

The downside of this tactic was that it took too long and heavily relied on the unequal relationship between the parties, unlike the black cat’s intimidation skill, which was more convenient and practical.

After a while, the maid returned with a bowl of porridge, nervously backing out of the room.

“You’re amazing,” An Siyao admired Xia Yu’s ability to intimidate the maid.

“You’re just too soft,” Xia Yu said, eating the porridge.

The girl changed the subject. “You made great progress today.”

She wasn’t just flattering him; Xia Yu felt his fingers had become much more agile.

He could now awkwardly play this world’s famous piece, the Guda Etude.

After he finished eating, the maid came to clear the dishes.

Before leaving the room, the maid glanced at Xia Yu’s back, thinking to herself:

The head maid will be back soon. Let’s see how you deal with her!