Chapter 14: Remarkable Bone Structure

**Chapter 14: A Remarkable Transformation**

"Whoa… you're really Jian Ye? Haven’t seen you in half a semester—did you go to H Country and get plastic surgery or something?" Li Xiangchi jumped off his bed, still utterly amazed.

He spoke off the cuff, blurting things out without thinking, definitely not intending any sarcasm.

Jian Ye thought to himself—it hadn't actually been *that* long.

This guy probably never even remembered what he looked like in the first place.

Not knowing how else to explain, Jian Ye simply said, "I dyed my hair."

Hearing this, Liu Mingchang slapped his thigh in realization. "Ah right, right! You used to have green hair!"

Li Xiangchi’s memory finally clicked into place. "Hahahaha, so it was you—the edgy kid who only showed up for the final exams last semester? Why didn’t you do a Hatsune Miku dance at the New Year’s talent show with that look?"

Jian Ye: "..."

Liu Mingchang turned to glance at the bespectacled boy behind him. "Zheng Yan, you’re a legend—how’d you spot him right away?"

Li Xiangchi added, equally surprised, "Yeah, he dyed his hair black and looks like a completely different person. I couldn’t even remember what he used to look like."

Zheng Yan, who had recognized Jian Ye instantly, admitted, "Actually, I didn’t recognize him either. His voice just sounded familiar—I took a wild guess. Didn’t think I’d actually nail it."

Jian Ye listened quietly for a while, slowly figuring out his three roommates’ personalities.

Clearly, their first impression of him was just that of an edgy kid with green hair.

And… since he hadn’t been around much, they didn’t really know him.

That worked in his favor. If he did anything out of character, they wouldn’t suspect anything.

It made it easier to rebrand himself as a Green Tea type.

On the way here, Jian Ye had already planned ahead—if there was a “school bully” type in the dorm, he would play the innocent little flower to rack up Green Tea Points.

But judging by his current roommates, they didn’t seem like the kind to pick on others. Getting along wouldn’t be tough.

Jian Ye was confident he could quickly integrate into their group.

The original occupant was a hopeless romantic—an orphan with no social connections—which only intensified the everyone-hates-him vibe around this cannon fodder character.

When everyone turned against him, no one had his back.

Even having just one friend might’ve given the original some hope.

Jian Ye believed those moments when the original wanted to end his life—maybe it wasn’t just a cry for help. Maybe he truly felt so hopeless he just wanted to vanish from the world.

Jian Ye sighed inwardly.

Wasn’t living well enough on its own reward?

If people looked down on you, then get your act together and work until they respect you.

Now that he had transmigrated into this role, the first thing Jian Ye wanted to do was break free from the original's self-doubt.

He wasn’t about to stay some lonely orphan—he wanted friends. A ton of friends.

"System 748: Host, your attitude’s got me pumped—this is seriously motivational! Go make those friends!"

"Jian Ye: ?"

"Jian Ye: I make friends just to farm Green Tea Points on demand. What did you think?"

"System 748: ..."

"Jian Ye: Only friends give better emotional returns. I've cracked the Green Tea Points drop rate—the nicer and closer they are, the bigger the points. If it's a random stranger, not much at all."

"System 748: Wow, what an analytical host we have here."

So everything the host does still comes down to grinding Green Tea System tasks. System 748 had never seen such a clear-headed host before.

Most isekai'd hosts get emotionally invested, even forgetting what's real. Sometimes they couldn't even tell if the world was real or fake.

But Jian Ye treated this whole thing like a game, right from the start. He treated NPCs like background characters—everything he did had a purpose, all aimed at getting that Green Tea title.

This blatantly gamey attitude left System 748 momentarily thrown.

It felt like... the system might as well not exist.

Was the host really gonna solo this milestone?

Pouting, System 748 posted in their system WeChat group:

"748: Suddenly wishing my host was a total noob with zero game, waaah."

Beneath it, a storm of ??? from other systems piled up fast—nearly getting 748 reported for account hacking.

Blissfully unaware of the system drama, Jian Ye had just walked into his studio class.

It was a practical dance session—everyone had changed into Jingchuan-brand dance gear before heading into the studio.

Jingchuan’s dance department was prestigious, with star faculty who’d led students to win major awards at home and abroad.

Beginner classes were co-ed—only advanced tracks split by gender.

Today was Jian Ye’s first time stepping into class dressed the same as everyone else. The moment he entered, he immediately felt the weight of multiple stares.

Was it because he hadn’t shown up for so long? Were they curious?

Murmurs bubbled up around him, from both guys and girls.

"Who’s that? Never seen him before—a new transfer?"

"He can’t be crashing from another department, right? This is our required course!"

"Maybe he came for Teacher Tang? She’s basically the department’s queen bee."

"Don’t know who he is, but damn… Seriously unreal proportions."

"Tch, such a twink. Should totally line up with the girls, lol."

"Shhh, keep it down. It’ll be awkward if he hears."

Jian Ye: …

Already heard every word. You could shout it louder and the whole class would hear.

I'm not pressed, why are you?

Jian Ye didn’t care about the gossip. He’d never taken a dance class before and now had to rely entirely on the original host’s muscle memory—his only hope of not making a fool of himself in front of the class.

“Are you nervous?”

Jian Ye heard a voice from behind and turned around. It was his roommate, Li Xiangchi.

So they were in the same major, same class? No wonder Li had said he only showed up for last semester’s final exams.

Actually not nervous at all, Jian Ye changed his answer at the last second: “A little… It’s been so long since I’ve been to class. I’m afraid it’s all gone over my head.”

Li Xiangchi, always eager to help, gave him a hearty slap on the back. “Hah, what’re you worried about? We’re all starting together. Don’t think those gossipy guys have great fundamentals—they’re no better than you. Nobody’s in a position to laugh at anyone else.”

Jian Ye blinked, surprised. Was this warm-hearted guy actually trying to comfort him?

He felt a rush of warmth and smiled. “Mhm, thanks. If I don’t get something later, I’ll count on you, bro.”

His smile lit up the room like cherry blossoms blooming in spring, petals fluttering down and tickling hearts.

Li Xiangchi got flustered when called “bro,” unusually shy as he looked away and rubbed his head. “N-No problem. It’s nothing.”

*Ding—Green Tea Points detected! Green Tea Value +10.*

Jian Ye’s eyes widened slightly. So the secret to unlocking Green Tea Points was calling someone "big brother," huh?

...

“Is everyone here? Boys on one side, girls on the other. Start with half an hour of floor exercises—no explanation needed, got it?” Tang Ying strode into the classroom and barked orders.

As a highly skilled dance instructor, she never carried lesson plans—her knowledge was fully embodied.

Jian Ye had no idea what floor exercises were, so he discreetly mimicked others’ movements.

Sneaking a peek at the “Ms. Tang” his classmates had mentioned, he noted she was indeed stunning—probably in her thirties, with flawless skin.

“Look at you all, limp as wet noodles. You lazy bums lazed around all winter break, didn’t you?” Tang Ying scoffed.

She showed no pity toward these eighteen- or nineteen-year-olds, continuing her verbal assault.

“Can’t even straighten your legs? Should I report to the dean and delay your graduation by ten years, hm?”

Everyone held their breath, bodies stiff with fear.

“You—why’s your neck bent so low? Too much screen time, or is your brain full of junk? Keep slouching like that and you’ll end up with a hunchback before graduation!”

The student immediately lifted their head, stretching their neck instinctively—clearly terrified at the thought of a hunchback.

Jian Ye: …

This fragile-looking female teacher sure had a sharp tongue.

Forget the dance department goddess—this was the Chili Queen incarnate!

Meanwhile, System 748 chose this moment to whoop excitedly inside his mind.

*“System 748: Buddy! You’re killing it! You’re a genius!”*

"Jian Ye: Even a genius wouldn't dare to challenge that feisty little firecracker. Ms. Tang here makes me feel scared."

"Good! Change positions! Sit and stretch forward over your legs."

"Hey hey! You lot, stop randomly flexing your feet. It's not time for that yet. Keep them straight! Extend your torsos! Press down!"

Jian Ye was startled by the last shout, his body reflexively snapping into a perfect fold.

While others still had some distance between their chests and thighs or knees—since the main purpose of this move was to stretch flexibility—Jian Ye, out of nervousness, folded so tightly that his upper body pressed flat against his legs, leaving no gaps. The alignment was so perfect it looked unnatural.

Tang Ying happened to pass by Jian Ye and paused slightly at the sight. "You..."

Jian Ye: Did I... do it wrong?

"...You're not from our class, are you?" Tang Ying didn’t remember any student in her class with flexibility like Jian Ye’s.

"Teacher, he is in our class. He just didn’t attend much last semester," Li Xiangchi spoke up for him.

"The only one who barely attended was..." Tang Ying seemed to recall last semester’s final exam, where a certain green-haired student passed the professional course with ease.

"Jian Ye?"

Jian Ye obediently responded, "Yes."

Tang Ying exhaled, as if processing Jian Ye’s new appearance, then quickly said, "I know you’re naturally gifted, but you don’t need to cling as tightly as slime. Lift your upper body a bit and stretch your arms forward."

Jian Ye: "Yes, ma’am..."

*Other students couldn’t help but muffle giggles, careful not to let it get too loud.*

*Classic Ms. Tang—even if you perform a move perfectly, you can’t escape her sharp tongue wrapped in beauty.*

"What’s so funny? You’re worse than slime! At least it can merge its body, while you all look like broken compasses—rigid and graceless."

Everyone immediately fell silent, realizing that Ms. Tang’s "mockery" of Jian Ye was actually praise.

Jian Ye quietly sighed in relief. Thank goodness for the original host’s muscle memory with freakish flexibility.

When it came to basics, he could execute everything the teacher demanded flawlessly.

The subsequent stretches—back leg stretch, side leg stretch, front split reach, split backbend, knee lifts—all flowed smoothly.

It felt effortless, almost euphoric.

After stretching, it felt like every pore in his body sang. For the first time, Jian Ye experienced the joy of being a born dancer.

"Jian Ye: Sooo good~ Can we run it again?"

*"System 748: ..."*

*Author’s Note*

*Later:*

Yi Third Young Master: Oh, it feels good? I’ll drill you daily from now on.

Jian Xiaogou: Whine~ T^T