Former esports pro Lin Zhao died suddenly and opened his eyes as Lin Xiaoxiao, a college girl.
Given a second chance, he only wants to make money quietly. He starts streaming, climbs the ranks, and teaches viewers a lesson, until he runs into his nemesis, “Shadow Assassin,” in ranked play.
“You’re the support? Your whole family plays support.” She types the line with practiced ease.
The other side is silent for three seconds. “Add me. Let’s duo.”
“No. You’re too bad.”
Later, the LPL’s number-one jungler starts showering her stream with gifts. His username note reads “Xiaoxiao’s Husband.” Everyone thinks they’re dating online. Only Lin Zhao knows the truth: I’m just walking the dog.
Until they meet in person, and Lu Shiyan grabs her wrist. “You always go for the enemy’s blue buff at 1:28. You play exactly like Lin Zhao. Who are you?”
Lin Zhao has already died once. What could possibly surprise her?
But when this man, eyes red, says, “You matter more than scrims,” she realizes that in this girl’s body, her heart is beating a little too fast.
“I used to be a man. Doesn’t it disgust you to like me?”
Lu Shiyan lowers his head and kisses her. “I’m a man too. Does that disgust you?”
It took me two lifetimes to understand that love has nothing to do with gender.
