After a thunderstorm, all 30 of us transmigrated.
When we opened our eyes, all of our souls were inside one person's body.
That person was the tragic female lead.
When we arrived, the female lead was injured and unconscious, resting on the bed.
Each of us occupied a part of her body.
I became her eyes.
My best friend, Luminia, became her mouth.
The others in our class had their souls enter her hands, ears, hair, nose, chest, and other body parts.
Luminia cried out, "No, no! The female lead and the male lead are kissing! Does that mean I have to kiss him too? I still have my pure first kiss!"
Others started to cry out as well.
"Why are you crying? Stop making so much noise!" A cold, stern male voice came from the female lead's left hand.
"Why are you being so harsh? It's perfectly normal for a girl to be nervous in a situation like this," a gentle male voice said from her right hand.
We all fell silent.
Desoniel and Gretel, who were enemies and always argued about everything, had somehow ended up occupying the female lead's left and right hands.
We quickly accepted the reality of our transmigration, calling out to one another names and confirming our positions.
"John Smith?"
"I'm here! I'm her left leg!"
"James?"
"I'm here! I'm her right leg!"
"Hey, what a coincidence!"
"Yes, yes!"
"William?"
"I'm the nose!"
After calling out everyone's names, the class was mostly accounted for.
"Huh? What about Mr. Shelton and Ignatius?" someone asked. "They've been silent this whole time."
"Did they not transmigrate? How lucky!"
We were all filled with envy and jealousy.
At that moment, Ignatius spoke up, "I... I'm here..." His voice was filled with sobs. "I'm the female lead's large intestine."
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We all fell silent again.
Even Desoniel and Gretel, who had always been at odds, stopped bickering.
The person I disliked most in our class was Ignatius. He loved to gossip and report everything to Mr. Shelton, even though he was a guy.
There were many people who didn't like him. Someone burst out laughing:
"Ignatius, this is called getting what you deserve!"
"Why are you so smug? You're just a small intestine. How can you laugh at me?"
The two of them started arguing fiercely, their faces flushed red.
We quickly tried to stop them.
"Alright, stop arguing!" Gretel suddenly shouted. "Why are we still fighting in this situation?"
Desoniel, for once, didn't argue back. "Right, we're all in trouble now. We should work together to figure out how to escape this situation, not fight among ourselves."
Luminia also said, "Yes, though we sometimes have disagreements, we're all classmates. We don't have deep grudges. We should come up with a way to get through this together."
Soon, everyone agreed.
Just then, someone asked, "I remember, Mr. Shelton seemed to be here when we transmigrated, right?"
As soon as they mentioned it, everyone remembered.
"That's right, Mr. Shelton was here!"
"Mr. Shelton, are you here? Speak up if you are!"
"We need your help!"
"Mr. Shelton, do you know how we can go back?"
We discussed this for a while, and just when I thought Mr. Shelton hadn't transmigrated, someone holding a whip walked in and said to the unconscious female lead, "Hmph, you little wretch. Let me see if I don't beat you to death!"
After saying that, she whipped the female lead on her back.
"Ahhh! It hurts! Help! Help me!"
Mr. Shelton's scream was sharp and shrill, coming from the lower back of the female lead.
We were all stunned.
