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Chapter 252: Four Conditions for Winning the Script Killing Game (4)

Inside the basketball hall, Yuan Man was sitting on a chair in the rest area, not looking very happy.

No one spoke to him.

Si Wan took the medicine box from the side and walked towards him.

She put the medicine box aside and patted Yuan Man's shoulder gently: "You're going to compete soon, how come you're injured?"

Hearing this, Yuan Man turned and looked at her.

Only then did Si Wan see the wounds on his face clearly.

There was a bloodstain on the right side of his face, a wound at the corner of his mouth, and bruises around his nose and eye sockets.

The whole person looked extremely embarrassed.

She was stunned for a moment, then said uncertainly: "Yes...I asked you to hold my sister back, and she hit me?"

Song Yuesheng could actually beat Yuan Man like this!

"I guess so." Yuan Man pulled the corner of his mouth lightly, and that action seemed to make the pain more obvious.

Si Wan frowned: "You'd better not participate in the competition later."

His current state may not be in line with the story.

Yuan Man smiled with relief.

"I'm fine. But if Senior can apply the medicine to me personally, maybe this injury can heal miraculously quickly."

"You...are still talking nonsense even though you are injured."

Si Wan punched him in shame and anger.

Then she opened the medicine box, took out alcohol and cotton swabs to wipe Yuan Man's wound.

**

The basketball court is large but very empty.

Only one side has a second-floor stand.

When Song Yuesheng went down, Cheng Yixing hugged her tightly.

He hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his bones and blood.

Song Yuesheng felt a little uncomfortable.

She was about to speak, but he let her go first.

Cheng Yixing's eyes swept over her carefully, and after confirming that she was fine, he felt relieved.

He looked at her seriously, "Song Yuesheng, there are always people better than you. Don't hit someone impulsively before you know their strength."

"Are you worried that Yuan Man will cause trouble for me?" Song Yuesheng had a playful smile on his face.

"Don't worry, he can't beat me."

She is very confident in her taijutsu.

Cheng Yixing pursed his lips.

He was talking about more than just Yuan Man.

Forget it.

With him around, those dirty things won't get to her.

"Where are you going again?"

Cheng Yixing grabbed her wrist.

If he wasn't paying attention for a moment, she would leave again.

"Necessary action line. Let go, you should go to the game too."

Song Yuesheng gestured for him to look at the player in black on the left.

“I don’t have to play.”

Cheng Yixing pursed his lips.

He races to get close to one person.

But now that the person was right in front of him, there was no need for him to do anything unnecessary.

Song Yuesheng looked at him carefully.

After a moment, her eyes swept over several students sitting in the audience.

"Those students said that you came back to school today specifically for the competition. Cheng Yixing, if you don't go, aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

"Then you are not allowed to walk around. Watch my game and cheer me on. And draw a portrait of me." Cheng Yixing looked at the sketchbook in her hand and stated his request without hesitation.

She ranked first in her professional courses at the Academy of Fine Arts.

He wanted a painting that was not too much.

Song Yuesheng raised her eyes gently: "Cheng Yixing, I know you like me, but I'm not your girlfriend."

A trace of panic flashed in Cheng Yixing's eyes.

He looked at her, his lips slightly parted, and whispered, "What are we then?"

Song Yuesheng nodded affirmatively: "It can be considered as pursuit. I haven't agreed to you yet."

The haze in Cheng Yixing's heart dissipated a little.

He pinched her face gently and snorted, "Song Yuesheng, do you know that if someone talked to me like this, I would have punched him. It's you who took advantage of my liking for you."

Through a mask.

The feel is not very good.

Song Yuesheng brushed his hand away, laughed, then turned and left.

"Hey, Song Yuesheng, stop laughing. If you wander around, I'll be really angry..." Cheng Yixing quickly caught up and said.

**

The basketball game starts at two o'clock.

After completing the necessary actions of moving the mineral water, Song Yuesheng found an empty seat and sat down.

She found out from the two student union members that except for Shen Huai and Xu Yunzhou, all the twelve players were students of H University.

All of them were from the same school and attended the same party yesterday.

The names and appearances are real.

NPCs also talk by their names.

Song Yuesheng lowered his head and painted.

This game unexpectedly enhances the player's sense of immersion.

“Although the two volunteer hours are a bit short, it is really a feast for the eyes to see such a competition!”

"It's such a pity that Xiaowen didn't come!"

No matter which team's basketball goes into the basket, the two girls next to them will not hesitate to praise and cheer.

They took out their mobile phones to take photos and record videos from time to time.

"Yeah. Not only is he handsome, he's also awesome! The main point is he's handsome!"

After Song Yuesheng finished painting the portrait, he joined their conversation with a smile.

"That's right, that's right."

The girl in the baseball cap agreed and looked at Song Yuesheng.

She looked at the sketchbook in Song Yuesheng's hand and said affirmatively: "Classmate, you are also from the Academy of Fine Arts. You don't forget to draw while watching the competition. Why don't we have any handsome guys in our Academy of Fine Arts?"

The girl with side bangs sitting on her right turned her head and said, "Yes, there are some. Isn't that someone from the next class?"

"How can that compare to Yuan Man and Cheng Yixing!" sighed the girl in the baseball cap.

"I really envy the students in their business and mathematics schools. There are handsome guys to admire them almost every few classes. Even the chairman and vice chairman are from the business school."

Song Yuesheng comforted him, "Don't be so pessimistic. Maybe there will be some good-looking junior students when the new students start school in September."

"The younger brother style doesn't suit me." The girl in the baseball cap was too enthusiastic and said everything.

Then she took out her cell phone and touched Song Yuesheng's arm.

"We are all classmates at the Academy of Fine Arts, why don't we add each other? I'm Xiaoying, and Huanhuan and I are both in Class 67."

The girl next to her named Huanhuan was speechless.

It seems like it's nothing new.

Song Yuesheng nodded: "Hello, I'm Song Yuesheng. But I left in a hurry today and forgot to bring my cell phone. How about I write down the signal and add it when I get back?"

As soon as the words fell, the smile on Xiaoying's face froze: "Song, Senior Sister Song."

She was in a panic and her phone dropped to the ground.

Song Yuesheng sighed helplessly: "Is it because of the school rumor that 'I never communicate with others and have a weird personality' again?"

These two are her direct junior classmates, only one year younger than her.

I am a sophomore student.

She didn't expect that she would believe such a rumor.

Huan Huan asked tentatively: "Senior, don't you know what happened the day before yesterday?"

"The day before yesterday? What happened the day before yesterday?"

Song Yuesheng looked at her in confusion.

Huanhuan seemed to want to say something but stopped herself.

Then he opened the WeChat Moment, scrolled down to the time of the day before yesterday at noon, and handed it to Song Yuesheng, motioning her to take a look.

Song Yuesheng took the phone.

What caught my eye were many photos of her.

In the photo, she was standing in the middle, surrounded by a group of fat and strong boys.

Same photo, different captions.

But they all spread the rumor that she had violent tendencies.

Song Yuesheng returned the phone to Huanhuan and thanked her: "Thank you for letting me know."

There was a helpless smile at the corner of her lips.

"It was also the first time I knew I was so powerful that I could beat thirty people by myself."

"I must ask my law school professors when I have time. How many years will one be sentenced to if one maliciously spreads rumors about others?"