Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 800: The 7 Constellations of Professional Martial Arts Substitutes (13) words plus update~

Song Yuesheng was extremely busy after returning to school.

At the end of the semester, each course has its own passing standards.

She is so busy every day that she has no time to rest or eat. To use the words on the confession wall: college students will be exhausted at the end of the semester.

"Where are you going, Mr. Song, in such a hurry?"

Song Yuesheng was clutching the paper she had just finished in her hand and hurried towards the paper submission point. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her wrist with such force that she staggered.

She turned around suddenly and saw Xu Yanheng's face, which was as gentle as jade. The sleeves of his linen shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and his agarwood bracelets shone dimly in the sun. He looked like an old cadre who came to inspect the school.

"Hand in your paper!" She pulled her hand back with force and said in a bad tone, "Doctor Xu, I don't have time to listen to your secret recipe for cooling off. Goodbye!"

Xu Yanheng dodged and stood in front again.

Song Yuesheng stamped his feet anxiously. The deadline was still twenty minutes away, but this lunatic was blocking the way.

However, she had just taken two steps when a foot suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking her way.

Song Yuesheng took a deep breath, tried to suppress the anger in her heart, turned around and looked at him: "What on earth do you want? I'm really in a hurry."

Xu Yanheng tilted his head slightly, with a faint smile on his face: "I heard from Sister Zhen that you have been having some difficulties recently..."

Song Yuesheng frowned and spoke more hurriedly: "No, Sister Zhen misunderstood. I just forgot to take my phone. I already returned the money to Sister Zhen yesterday. If you just want to ask about this little thing, you can leave now."

As she spoke, she dodged past him as if avoiding an obstacle, but she heard the sound of unhurried footsteps behind her.

"Student Song, you have been coming to Jishidiang less frequently recently. Is it... some other reason? Or is it because your...boyfriend has come to S City?" Xu Yanheng's voice was filled with deliberate hesitation.

Song Yuesheng suddenly stopped.

The sunlight filtered through the leaves of the sycamore tree, casting mottled shadows on her face.

This was something she made up to deal with this frivolous doctor, but she didn't have time to talk now. She flexed her wrists and said, "I'll ask you one last time, will you let me go?"

Xu Yanheng crossed his arms and said indifferently: "It won't take up much of your time."

Song Yuesheng's eyes became sharp. She put her bag heavily on the ground. Xu Yanheng looked at her in confusion: "What are you doing?"

The next second, Song Yuesheng took action.

She moved as fast as lightning, grabbed Xu Yanheng's arm, and threw him over her shoulder without hesitation.

The whole process was clean and neat, attracting the attention of students passing by and exclaiming in surprise.

Before Xu Yanheng could react, his back hit the ground heavily as the world spun around.

He looked up at the girl standing against the light and was so shocked that he forgot to stand up - the last time they met, she was obviously still very weak.

It's been less than a month...

Noticing that she was about to leave, he hurriedly asked, "When did you become so powerful?"

Song Yuesheng snorted, looked down at him, picked up the bag on the ground, turned around and ran away.

This is the result of her spending so much money and hard training in Sanda.

It's weird that you can't resist.

Song Yuesheng worked hard and finally dared to hand in the paper to the professor before she got off work, and also coaxed a particularly useful thing into her.

——Invitation to tonight’s new product launch event.

She had been busy for twenty days and it was time for her to go find Si Shu.

Otherwise, when Shen Zhirang returns from City A, it will be difficult for her to have time to hook up with Si Shu to deal with him.

When Song Yuesheng stepped out of the administrative building, the setting sun dyed the marble steps blood red.

She squinted her eyes and saw Xu Yanheng's figure leaning against the pillar, stretched out very long, the agarwood bracelet on his wrist glowing faintly.

"Are you free now?" He stood up, his white shirt still stained with dust from the fall.

Song Yuesheng walked down the stairs slowly: "Doctor Xu, I am fine, what do you want to tell me?

"Besides these," Xu Yanheng suddenly approached her and blocked her in front of the relief wall at the corner, "can't we talk about something else?"

His fingers brushed past her ear and he crushed a petal that had been stuck to her ear at some point in his palm.

Song Yuesheng leaned his back against the cold stone wall and raised his eyebrows, "You are a doctor, what else can you say besides these?"

"Song Yuesheng."

This was the first time Xu Yanheng called her by her full name, his gentle voice tinged with a bit of hoarseness, "Do you really not know, or are you pretending not to understand?"

The halo of the wall lamp cast a mottled shadow on his glasses, and Song Yuesheng saw her own blurry reflection. She chuckled and said, "Doctor Xu, do you know what this behavior is called?"

"I know." Xu Yanheng took another half step closer, and the scent of agarwood enveloped him. "Will you come with me? Promise, I'll take care of your boyfriend."

Song Yuesheng suddenly laughed and poked his chest with his fingertips: "You have a girlfriend, and your family background is not as good as his. I can't agree to you."

When she was about to push him away, Xu Yanheng grabbed her wrist.

"I don't know who told you this, but I don't have a girlfriend." His voice was tense. "The Xu family's assets are enough for you to squander for ten lifetimes. What else do you want?"

As the dusk deepened, Song Yuesheng looked at his burning eyes behind his glasses and suddenly changed her mind: "Okay."

She grabbed his tie with her backhand, "Then come with me."

**

Xu Yanheng's leather shoes made a dull sound as they stepped on the carpet in the hotel corridor.

The touch of her hair was still lingering on his fingertips, and the scent of the cheap shampoo she often used lingered on his nose - the scent of jasmine, which seemed particularly abrupt against the backdrop of the fragrance of the five-star hotel.

"We're here." Song Yuesheng opened the door and threw her bag on the sofa.

Xu Yanheng stood at the entrance, watching her fingers unbuttoning her shirt.

The setting sun shone through the gauze curtains, casting tiny spots of light on her collarbone. He suddenly took a step forward and grabbed her wrist: "What are you doing?"

"As you wish." Song Yuesheng tilted her head, her hair falling on her shoulders, "Don't you want this? I did as you wish, why are you angry?"

Her tone was as calm as if she was discussing the weather.

Continue sliding your finger down.

Xu Yanheng's breathing suddenly became rapid.

He stepped back suddenly, his back hitting the wardrobe with a dull "bang". His flushed face and Song Yuesheng's cold eyes were reflected in the mirror.

"Who taught you that?" His voice trembled, and his glasses misted up. "Your boyfriend?"

Song Yuesheng chuckled and began to button up his shirt: "If you don't want to do it, I'll leave. I have something else to do later."

When she bent down to pick up the bag, the ends of her hair brushed across the back of Xu Yanheng's hand, like a blunt knife cutting across her heart.

Xu Yanheng suddenly grabbed her shoulders.

With trembling fingers, he carefully adjusted her collar, then gently held her in his arms.

The scent of agarwood enveloped the air, mixed with a barely perceptible hint of Chinese medicinal fragrance.

"What I want... Shengsheng..." He sighed softly in her ear, his voice hoarse, "is that you have me in your heart."

Song Yuesheng frowned slightly.

Why did he call her "Shengsheng"?

Strangely uncomfortable.

Sensing the girl's struggle, Xu Yanheng thought he was pushing her too hard, so he slowly let her go: "You have a good rest, I... I'm leaving first..."

The moment the door closed, the expression on Song Yuesheng's face suddenly disappeared.

The effect is good.

Xu Yanheng's heartache was obvious.

He would not hang around her for a while.

Song Yuesheng changed into a black dress, went to the bathroom, and stared at her pale face in the mirror.

She doesn't act in scenes where she appears in person or has lines, but her life is full of acting.

Would her parents be disappointed if they knew she had become the person who plays tricks on people?

She curled her lips in self-mockery, "Keep going, there's a big show tonight." But a drop of water slid down the corner of her eye, "...you'll forgive me, right?"

Outside the window, dusk is falling.

Song Yuesheng's fingertips gently brushed the folds of the black dress.

The hem of her skirt flowed like the night, making her skin look whiter than snow.

She took out a bright red lipstick and carefully painted it on her lips.

The woman in the mirror instantly lost her youthfulness, and her eyes were filled with a fierce charm.

The stage tonight waits for no one, and she must perform well in this carefully designed play.

"Ding--"

The phone screen lit up, and the private detective sent a text message:

[At 20:30, Si Shu arrived at the International Convention and Exhibition Center. He likes brandy and hates people touching his glasses.]

She chuckled and tossed her phone into her bag.

Finally, she tapped the perfume behind her ears and wrists, and the scent of citrus and cedar filled the air - this was a scent she specially selected, the same as the cologne that Si Shu often used.

The crystal chandeliers in the hotel lobby sparkled brightly as Song Yuesheng walked towards the waiting taxi in her high heels.

The driver looked at her through the rearview mirror a few more times, but was forced to look away hastily by her cold eyes.

"International Convention and Exhibition Center." She gave the address and rolled down the window. The night breeze brushed across her face, taking away the last bit of hesitation.

The press conference site was brightly lit.

Song Yuesheng paused for a moment at the sign-in area, and lightly traced the guest list with her fingertips. The three words "Qin Fanglan" were clearly on the list. She raised her lips slightly and handed the invitation letter to the staff.

"My teacher has something to do, so he specifically asked me to come here tonight."

The staff nodded: "Okay, then please leave your name and contact information, Miss."

Song Yuesheng smoothly wrote out a pseudonym on the registration book, and when he got to the eighth digit, he deliberately wrote a wrong number.

The air conditioning in the venue was turned on very high.

Song Yuesheng chose a seat in the third row from the back, which was an angle that allowed the people on the stage to see her profile clearly.

When the secretary was giving a speech, her eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses swept over here for the third time. She raised her hand and gently waved her fingertips beside her ears, like a cunning cat saying hello.

Si Shu's speech paused subtly for a moment, but soon returned to its smooth flow.

No one in the audience noticed this detail except Song Yuesheng.

Having been in various film crews since she was a child, she was very familiar with observing people's micro-expressions, just like she was familiar with Shen Zhirang's habit of touching his cufflinks before getting angry.

When the show ended, the crowd retreated like a tide.

Song Yuesheng sat in his original position and scrolled through his phone. The photo of Shen Zhirang signing the contract in City A was particularly eye-catching on the screen.

He stood under the spotlight, his suit neatly tied, even the Windsor knot on his tie was so perfect it made people sick. The comments section was full of praise for him as a "business genius," as if he was born to be at the top of the pyramid.

If we don't speed up our plans, she might be the first to lose her freedom.

"Does Shen Zhirang know you're here?" A shadow suddenly loomed over him, and Si Shu's voice was filled with the cold scent of cologne. "Or..." He leaned forward, his glasses reflecting a cold light, "You guys had a fight, and you used me to provoke him?"

Song Yuesheng locked the screen and looked up. Her phone reflected her perfect smile: "Mr. Si has a very rich imagination."

She deliberately let her cell phone slip, and when she bent down, the collar of her skirt just revealed a section of her snow-white neck.

"If you were in the crew, you would definitely be worthy of being the screenwriter."

Si Shu's eyes lingered on her neck for a moment, and he suddenly chuckled. He picked up the phone and his fingertips brushed her palm inadvertently: "Ms. Song's performance is much more exciting than the actors in the crew."

"Hmm?" Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and when she raised her eyes, they were filled with innocent stars. "Mr. Si, are you predicting that I can win the award? That's really a blessing in advance."