—Nighttime—
The clock on the wall just turned 9:00 PM in Xinyang Hospital.
A pungent smell of disinfectant wafted Yayoi's nose as she grumpily sat on the hospital bed.
Because it was a shared room thus, she could see many others were receiving treatment just like her. They were none other than the thugs that had thrashed her up earlier in the afternoon.
After getting beaten up by Lin Jiangfeng, ambulance cars flock them to the hospital together.
Here, the only thing that protected their privacy was merely a thin layer of the white curtain.
'So it was really a transmigration, fuck me!'
Yayoi sighed at her fate.
"Haa..."
Honestly, the idea of her one day getting hit by a truck and Isekaied was something that Yayoi should be happy about. At least, she wasn't against the idea.
Yayoi had read too many Isekai genre novels and knew what to expect from here on out. But who would have thought that not only would she be gender-bent for real but also got the extra tag of an ugly bastard!?
As Yayoi looked at herself through a small mirror, her face darkened, and she felt angry. Very!
Reflected on the mirror was a chubby, fat face with pockmarks and acne, plus a stupid mushroom-style black hair that one would usually see on a Chinese Manhua's side character.
'Damn, except for this monstrous 2.5-meter tall, overweight body, almost everything else is unpleasant. This guy doesn't even know how to take care of himself!' The more Yayoi looked at the face in the mirror, the more she wanted to curse.
She couldn't even vent her anger and it's frustrating!
As soon as Yayoi laid back on the hospital bed, her heavyweight almost broke it in half. What's more depressing was the bed's creaking sounds made her feel like her soul was about to leave her body.
"Xuan Yu is it..." Yayoi murmured to herself, then began skimming through the unfamiliar memory collections in her mind.
'Xuan Yu was the name of this body's former owner, huh? So that's why the thugs kept calling me Fatty Xuan previously. Well, it's mine now. Heh!'
The more Yayoi looked through Xuan Yu's memories, the more she understood today's incident. Yayoi was extremely angry.
But this burning anger wasn't directed at the thugs, not the bullies but the old Xuan Yu himself.
Although this Xuan Yu was naturally gifted with a strong body and was monstrously tall, he was just a coward, a loser who wouldn't even dare fight back against bullying. The type would bow his head and lick the bully's shoes with a big smile while they pissed over his head and forced themselves onto his girlfriend.
As for that guy named Lin Jiangfeng, he was more of an ordinary person than a loser. Nothing was outstanding about him. Both he and Xuan Yu were like two good friends in middle school and high school.
'Now wait a minute. Something is fishy here...' Yayoi thought with a bizarre face.
No matter what the old Xuan Yu's memory portraited, she would never believe Lin Jiangfeng to be an ordinary person.
However, Xuan Yu's impression of Lin Jiangfeng was too 'normal,' and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.
There was no doubt that if Yayoi hadn't seen how the half-dead Lin Jiangfeng's ability to beat up over a dozen of armed thugs with her own eyes today, she would also be fooled just by skimming through the inherited memory alone.
'Huh? All these traits seemed to be hinted at something...'
'Wait, wait...focus girl! You have to focus!' Yayoi suddenly slapped herself to concentrate.
Hearing the sound, the other injured thugs and nurses in the room looked over, but Yayoi didn't care at all.
'Chinese, arrogant thugs, young master Wang?'
'Lin Jiangfeng, who was undoubtedly an ordinary teenager previously, suddenly turned out to be a hidden martial artist who would only wait until the last second when the thugs almost beat me to death to reveal himself?'
'And lastly, I who now taken over Xuan Yu's body was the supposed dumb ass, good for nothing fatty friend?'
Yayoi was shocked after carefully piecing all the clues together with her long-time otaku logic.
'F*ck! I transmigrated into the world of a Chinese Manhua!'