Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 245: Four Conditions for Winning the Script Killing Game (4)

The one hour Sivis mentioned is from 12:15 to 13:15.

After Song Yuesheng sent the unhappy Cheng Yixing away, there was still half an hour of break time left.

Although some things were clear, she didn't want to think about it.

Getting a good night's sleep is extremely important.

She woke up five minutes early.

After waking up, I found a set of clothes suddenly appeared on the table.

College uniform.

The top has a classic lapel design.

On both sides of the lapels, golden buttons are arranged in an orderly manner.

The pleated skirt is below the knee.

The color is also black.

Next to the costume was a card that read:

Please change into your uniform and arrive at the basketball court in the backyard before 13:30.

Ok?

Is there a basketball court in the backyard?

Song Yuesheng changed his clothes and went to the backyard with doubts.

She didn't look for long.

Yesterday, the opposite side of the lake was bare, but today a basketball hall appeared out of nowhere.

Facing east and west.

The moment he stepped into the basketball hall, Song Yuesheng felt like he was back on the university campus.

There were a dozen youthful students sitting in the auditoriums on both sides.

In the center of the court, male college students wearing black and white jerseys stood in groups of three or four.

Or practice playing ball, or communicate with teammates.

Not far away, a referee in yellow had already taken his position.

Ye Siwen was wearing clean and simple clothes and standing facing a group of students.

Si Wan was standing next to her, with her hair tied into a neat bun.

Her lips moved as if she was saying something.

It was too far away and Song Yuesheng couldn't hear clearly.

She lowered her eyes.

Is this the location where the murder will take place the next day?

Just then, she found that there was suddenly a sketchbook in her hand that she could turn pages up and down.

There is a pencil case hooked on the little finger.

Can the props be given now?

Song Yuesheng swallowed the doubts in his heart.

Then, he walked towards the audience seats.

Before she had taken two steps, someone put his hand on her shoulder and dragged her towards the players' rest seats in the middle of the basketball court.

The voice was full of resentment.

"I'm playing basketball, how can you go to the back? Come here."

Two or three students in the front row couldn't help but exclaim.

"Senior Cheng from the School of Mathematics is so handsome!"

"Who is the girl he dragged away? Is her girlfriend also from our school?"

"She looks a bit like Song Yuesheng, a junior at our Academy of Fine Arts."

"That can't be. She never talks to anyone and doesn't participate in activities. You must have made a mistake."

……

In just a few steps, Song Yuesheng learned more detailed identity information.

Song Yuesheng, a junior at the Academy of Fine Arts, ranked first in his major and received scholarships every year.

But he is a loner and never communicates with others.

She also knew that today's basketball game was a competition between the third-year students from the School of Mathematics and the third-year students from the School of Business.

Black is the number house.

The white one is the business school.

However, there are two special players in these two teams.

One is Cheng Yixing, a well-known alumnus from the School of Mathematics who has graduated for a year.

The second is Yuan Man, a sophomore in the Business School who is good at basketball and was allowed to play in the tournament.

Song Yuesheng sat in the seat arranged by Cheng Yixing. The gazes from all directions made her shake her head.

Too ostentatious.

It's hard to observe everything here.

Seeing this, Cheng Yixing pinched her face, his tone containing a hint of pampering and reproach.

"You have no conscience. I was kind enough to let you sit in the best viewing area, but you shook your head. Do you know that this is usually where the substitutes sit?"

"Knowingly and wilfully."

Song Yuesheng slapped his hand away.

"It's the same if I sit in the back. Don't stop me again."

She clenched her fist as she spoke, as a silent "threat" to Cheng Yixing.

"Oh."

Cheng Yixing slowly lowered his head and kicked the ground with his toes in annoyance.

Much like a large, injured dog.

Song Yuesheng couldn't help but ruffle Cheng Yixing's slightly messy hair.

"Don't be upset. When the game is over, I'll give you a portrait of your bravery on the court."

Although her own painting skills are not as good as those of this status, the key point is the intention.

She blew the hair from her hands.

Ok.

It feels good in hand.

Cheng Yixing suddenly didn't feel so bad anymore.

After a moment, he looked up suddenly.

"Song Yuesheng, why did I feel like you were touching a pet just now?"

"If you think it is, it is. If you think it is not, it is not."

Song Yuesheng threw the question to him.

After saying that, she walked towards the audience seats at the back.

There were ten rows of auditoriums, and Song Yuesheng sat in the sixth row, right next to the aisle.

Cheng Yixing snorted.

Don't give a direct answer.

She must have treated him as a pet.

"Brother Cheng, who was that girl just now?"

Cheng Yixing turned his head and stared coldly at player No. 15, with a murderous aura emerging from his body: "Do you want to take advantage of her?"

"No, no, no. Just curious, purely curious!"

Player No. 15 quickly shook his head.

He cursed Old Liu in his heart for coming up with such a bad idea.

Brother Cheng still has the same temper.

What has changed?

Lao Liu and Brother Cheng have been friends for four years in college, didn’t they notice this?

No.

Old Liu must have discovered it.

That's why he was allowed to gossip.

**

The card said to arrive before half past one.

Song Yuesheng thought the basketball game was about to start, but it turned out to be one thirty-five and it hadn't started yet.

However, many students came one after another and soon filled the auditorium.

He Yi and Li Mengrou, brother and sister, also came over at this time.

Song Yuesheng patted the female classmate who had just sat down in the front row, and an embarrassed look appeared on his face.

"Classmate, I'm sorry to bother you. I forgot to take my phone. Could you please tell me when the game starts? I have classes in the afternoon and I'm afraid I'll be late."

The student with ponytail was stunned for a moment, then clicked on the group message and slid to the message about signing up as the audience.

Then he handed the phone to Song Yuesheng.

A person nicknamed “Class Monitor” posted a message in the group recruiting spectators for the basketball game.

There is a game between the School of Mathematics and the School of Business at 2 pm in the basketball hall.

Ten spectators are required.

After the competition, the school sports department will add two voluntary hours to the second course system for students who registered as spectators.

Registration deduction 1〗

Song Yuesheng finished browsing the messages and handed her the phone: "Thank you."

The female classmate took the phone and said with a smile: "It's okay. So you are here as a spectator for the two volunteer hours."

After saying that, the female classmate sighed again.

"I have to complete 50 volunteer hours this semester, and I don't know when I'll be able to complete them. I hope it will be less in my sophomore year."

The friend next to her shattered her fantasy with a light voice.

"Don't even think about it. Senior said we need to take 40 volunteer hours per semester in our sophomore year."

"what--"

The female classmate couldn't help but let out a long and tragic wail, then turned around with a dead heart.

Song Yuesheng laughed softly twice.

When she looked up, she saw Ye Siwen and two unfamiliar classmates walking towards her with great momentum.

Ye Siwen said seriously, "Song Yuesheng, since you agreed to help the student union, why don't you go with them to sort out the equipment?"

Song Yuesheng looked at the sign that read "Student Union President" hanging around her neck.

It dawned on her.

No wonder the time written on the card was half past one.

The student union members need to prepare the scene in advance.

However, since Ye Siwen was talking about helping, it means that she is not a member of the Student Union.

Song Yuesheng put away his scrutinizing look and shrugged: "No one told me."