Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 691: Four Shadows of Rose (4)

Song Yuesheng accepted the commission.

There was no need for her to risk her own life.

Target Pei Zhaoye.

One of the male protagonists of this world.

In the predicted plot, the heroine approaches him for a commission, leaves for three months, and comes back two years later.

At this time, Pei Zhaoye already knew that the heroine approached him with a purpose, so he turned evil and imprisoned a dragon.

He forces the heroine to love him, but she is always very clear that she does not love him.

It was predicted that the ending of the plot would be that the heroine escaped from the villa where she was imprisoned, but the plot obviously did not end there.

As a spectator, this plot is very exciting.

But if it were herself, it wouldn't be so wonderful.

Returning to the original owner's rented apartment off campus, Song Yuesheng threw the bag casually on the sofa.

She took out her cell phone and typed "Pei Zhaoye" into the search bar.

The predicted plot contains nothing but bloody emotional entanglements, and no useful information can be found in the original owner's memory - after all, he has to deal with heavy schoolwork and handle dark web commissions, so how can he have the energy to pay attention to the campus celebrities?

She can only find it now.

Unfortunately, the search results were few and far between.

Apart from confirming that he was the heir to the Pei family, one of Ning City's top wealthy families, there were only a few campus photos.

An hour of browsing made Song Yuesheng's eyes a little dry.

She placed her phone upside down on the table and leaned back in her chair, her brown hair falling down like a waterfall.

After a short rest.

Song Yuesheng turned to browse the campus confession wall.

Almost no one mentioned Pei Zhaoye on the recent confession wall.

But when she pulled the timeline forward three years ago, there was a series of content about him on the screen.

The photo with the most likes is a side profile photo taken at sunset.

The boy in the photo is standing under a paulownia tree, holding his phone against his ear, his brows slightly furrowed. The setting sun stretches his shadow very long. His collar is slightly open, revealing a small light brown mole on his collarbone.

A sentence in the comment section, "God frowned on earth", made this photo completely popular and he has since topped the throne of school idol.

However, a month later, the style of the content suddenly changed.

Students who failed in their confession complained that he was aloof and difficult to approach. Gradually, there were fewer and fewer contents about him, and finally he almost disappeared.

After browsing, Song Yuesheng shook his phone thoughtfully.

The hint only said to pursue for twenty days, but did not specify any specific actions.

This is where a loophole can be exploited.

Song Yuesheng thought for a while, then the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

She figured out how to fool people and then did her own thing.

The next afternoon.

Song Yuesheng walked towards the basketball court carrying the desserts he bought.

With previous experience, it was not difficult for her to keep up with the bioengineering that the original owner studied, but compared with the various awards in the original owner's apartment, it was still a long way behind.

Only a sophomore.

I really don’t know how the original owner, an orphan, could be so talented.

Could it be the heroine’s halo?

But she carried out her missions in the stand-in world, and the original owner, the "female protagonist"...

Song Yuesheng came to his senses and walked into the basketball hall.

She glanced around and then walked towards the man in the blue jersey sitting in the stands.

"Pei, Zhao, Ye."

As he was about to walk in, Song Yuesheng deliberately dragged out the last syllable of the word, and chanted his name with every step.

Pei Zhaoye was sitting on one leg in the stands, his fingertips irritably stroking the texture on the surface of the basketball.

The marriage partner that his parents mentioned at the dinner table last night was now turning into a shadow beside his sneakers, pressing down on his temples and making them throb.

It was not until the rising tone of "Pei, Zhao, Ye" pierced the air like a needle that he raised his eyes.

The girl in the red dress stood five steps away.

The sunlight slanted in from behind her, casting the slightly curly ends of her hair in a warm golden hue.

The upturned curve at the corners of her eyes is a little cunning.

Pei Zhaoye's fingers paused on the basketball, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

——It was not because of being moved, but because of being surprised by this blatant intrusion.

Song Yuesheng handed over the bag of dessert in his hand.

"Do you want to date me?"

Her voice mixed with the "dong, dong" sound of the basketball hitting the ground fell clearly into the ears of the onlookers.

Xu Yan, who was sitting next to Pei Zhaoye, immediately poked Zhou Mingxuan with his elbow and said, "Old Pei was attacked by a freshman?"

Zhou Mingxuan shook his mobile phone to record the video, and fine lines appeared in his eyes behind the lenses due to smiling.

"My junior is good at choosing occasions. She knows there will be a lot of people at the basketball game today."

Song Yuesheng pretended not to hear.

The original owner rarely wears makeup and is often in a different department from her own, so it is normal that other people don't recognize her.

Pei Zhaoye's jawline was stretched into a cold, hard straight line.

"I said, I won't accept anyone..."

"Okay, bye."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Song Yuesheng.

With a flip of her wrist, the dessert bag was back in her hand, and then she walked towards the exit of the basketball hall without looking back.

Only after her back disappeared did Xu Yan pound his knees exaggeratedly: "Damn, this girl is even more arrogant than the student union president you rejected last time!"

Zhou Mingxuan stared at the playback on his phone: "The point is that she didn't even ask 'why' and turned around faster than I could shoot the ball."

"You're playing hard to get very well. I know you hate people who pay you back the most."

Pei Zhaoye grabbed the towel and threw it over their heads.

"Shut up!"

However, the next day, before the morning mist had dissipated, Pei Zhaoye's black car stopped at the school gate.

As he stepped out of the car, he felt a slight touch on his shoulder.

The moment I turned around, a sweet peach aroma hit me in the face.

Song Yuesheng changed into a goose yellow dress today, and the hem of her skirt fluttered gently in the morning breeze.

She handed over a cup of milk tea.

The peach scent follows.

"Do you like me today?" she asked, looking up, with a gleam of light in her eyes.

Pei Zhaoye's brows frowned slightly.

I can still vividly remember what they said yesterday about playing hard to get.

He hated being schemed against the most, especially by a woman who approached him on purpose.

"No."

His voice was colder than the morning mist.

Song Yuesheng looked as if he had heard a very calm little thing, even the curve of his mouth did not change.

She took the milk tea away.

"Oh, bye."

She turned around swiftly, and the sound of the straw being inserted into the milk tea drifted into her ears.

Pei Zhaoye became even more annoyed.

It was indeed a premeditated approach.

Noon on the third day.

Pei Zhaoye and his friend were walking towards the teaching building. When they passed by the tree-lined avenue, "Hua La--"

The sycamore tree above my head suddenly shook violently, and leaves fluttered down.

A figure suddenly hung upside down from the dense branches and leaves!

"Fuck!"

Zhou Mingxuan and Xu Yan stepped back together, and the latter almost fell to the ground.

Only Pei Zhaoye remained motionless, but his pupils shrank slightly.

Song Yuesheng was hanging upside down on a tree branch, her long brown hair hanging down.

She was wearing a mint green shirt today, and the bow at the collar swayed gently with her movements.

She held a bright red apple in her hand, which shone attractively in the sunlight.

"Pei Zhaoye, do you like me a little more than yesterday?"

Pei Zhaoye's eyes were as cold as ice: "Don't bother me anymore."

Song Yuesheng was about to answer when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the school director walking towards him.

She nimbly untangled her legs from the branches and landed lightly on the ground like an agile cat.

Before leaving, he did not forget to make an "OK" gesture to Pei Zhaoye.

Zhou Mingxuan said: "Brother Pei, she seems to be the girl in the basketball hall."

Noticing Pei Zhaoye's expression, Xu Yan said, "No way? Is it really her?"

Pei Zhaoye thought the matter ended there.

However, the fourth day, the fifth day...it lasted for a total of twenty-three days.

The top floor of the library, the cafeteria, the swimming pool, the classrooms for large classes...

She always appears in the most unexpected places on campus.

Pei Zhaoye gradually developed a feeling.

It was as if if he didn't see her appear to bother him once, the day would feel like something was missing.

But on the twenty-fourth day, Pei Zhaoye did not see her appear in front of him.

Maybe it was delayed by something.

He thought so.

But she didn't show up in the next few days.

**

The private club is brightly lit on weekends.

Pei Zhaoye sat on the leather sofa, turning the untouched wine glass with his slender fingers.

The light from the crystal chandelier fell on his chiseled face, casting a shadow that kept strangers away.

The women were intimidated by his aura and no one came forward to talk to him.

But there are also bold ones.

A woman in a red deep V dress came over gracefully, holding a wine glass, and raised her red lips slightly: "Mr. Pei, how boring is it to drink alone? Why not..."

Before he finished speaking, Pei Zhaoye didn't even raise his eyelids, and turned his wrist -

Snapped!

The crystal glass exploded at her feet, shattering into pieces.

The box suddenly fell silent, and even the background music seemed to stop for a moment.

Xu Yan and Zhou Mingxuan were just trying to get out of the situation when a clear and crisp female voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Don't worry. That's a lot of money! I know my limits."

Pei Zhaoye suddenly stood up and strode towards the door.

Outside the box.

Song Yuesheng was walking towards the exit of the club.

"I have an exam in half a month. You don't know how difficult bioengineering is," she complained to Sang Wan on the other end of the phone, with a hint of helplessness in her tone, "I can't lose the big picture for the small."

How can the male protagonist’s academic qualifications be as important?

What's more, the original owner was an orphan.

You can’t rely solely on commissions on the dark web to make money.

Song Yuesheng suddenly paused, then continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

On the other end of the phone, Sang Wan was sitting in the study room of the Fine Arts Department, the paintbrush rustling on the paper.

"Xiao Yue, with our current savings, it is more than enough..."

She paused suddenly.

"Did you hang up the phone? Something unexpected happened?"

Da da da.

I heard steady footsteps coming closer and closer from behind.

Song Yuesheng slowly took off his headphones and held them in his palm. When he caught a glimpse of Shadow making a move out of the corner of his eye, he clenched his fist, turned around quickly and swung it back.

"boom!"

His fist hit the opponent's chest hard. Pei Zhaoye groaned and took several steps back before he could steady himself.

Only then did Song Yuesheng see who was coming.

She blinked.

oops.

It’s the male lead.