Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 500: The Vegetarian Reporter’s Three Aces (End)

It is difficult for Song Yuesheng to judge which thing or person the task value of 0.001% belongs to.

So after that day, she began to take advantage of the plot and constantly interviewed and made friends with people who could be useful to the heroine.

Go to tea parties, picnics, and banquets.

Whether the location is in the south or in the north.

A task value of 99.999% is equivalent to the world starting to get on track, so Song Yuesheng has nothing to worry about.

This kind of life lasted for half a year.

Deng Lan felt that Song Yuesheng had been stimulated in some way and wanted to give Song Yuesheng a holiday to rest, but was rejected.

This feeling of being just one step away from success is very uncomfortable.

If you don't fill it up, it will just stay there.

Zhang Yitong saw Song Yuesheng coming out of Deng Lan's office. She walked over and asked in a low voice.

"I haven't gotten over the breakup yet."

Song Yuesheng turned around in confusion: "Broken heart? Who told you that?"

"Meihua and I saw it with our own eyes."

Zhang Yitong pointed at her eyes with two fingers and whispered, "You and Qi Yi were on the street last year. If we hadn't happened to be close, Meihua and I wouldn't have believed that you were dating Qi Yi and wearing other styles of clothes."

"We wanted to remind you not to give your heart to someone, but we were so busy that we forgot..."

Song Yuesheng was stunned.

Ouch.

Forgot the male lead.

They haven't appeared in front of her for half a year.

Qi Yi had also returned to Yizhou a long time ago.

But when Xia Pingwan left the newspaper and held an art exhibition, there was no male lead to promote it.

If the hero doesn't help the heroine by chance, doesn't that count as a successful interception?

Wait a moment.

Song Yuesheng hurriedly flipped through the newspaper on the table, and then started searching one by one.

found it.

She folded the newspaper and put it in her bag.

"Thanks, Lao Zhang, I know where the problem lies."

Song Yuesheng hugged Zhang Yitong and then left the newspaper office quickly.

Zhang Yitong scratched her head in confusion.

This is... figured it out?

Twenty minutes later, Osia University.

Song Yuesheng waited until the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Seeing Liang Shuman appear on the first floor, she walked quickly to him and pointed to an article in the newspaper.

"Mr. Liang, I would like to do an exclusive interview with you regarding this article."

Liang Shuman was startled by Song Yuesheng's sudden appearance.

When he saw the content in the newspaper, he thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Okay, follow me."

far away.

"Hey, Yile, where are you going so fast?"

"Go to the security department and call for help! Someone is trying to poach us!"

……

Liang Shuman has an independent office.

After closing the door, Song Yuesheng pointed at the name of the reporter who wrote the article and went straight to the point.

"The word 'Hundred Cities' means a large number of books, which is similar to your name."

She paused slightly, her eyes flickering.

“Before you came to Osia University, the wording of the Hundred Cities Report was sharp, but the content was all written around the same thing over and over again.

After you came to teach, the Chuntai newspaper reported the serial case in great detail. If you hadn't called the police at the time, you wouldn't have known Qiu Xiao's "corpse" so clearly."

Having said that, Song Yuesheng sighed softly, and his eyes moved away from the newspaper and fell on the surrounding environment.

There are a lot of things, and they look very important.

"You were also at the scene on the day of the fire at the Fumen Hospital warehouse. A few days later, the Chuntai newspaper published a report that multiple incidents might have been caused by the same person."

"The way you dressed to go to Chuntai Newspaper that day was different from the way you dressed when you were teaching or walking your dog. The former is work, the latter is life. You were dressed formally that day, so it's impossible that you were going to meet friends."

Song Yuesheng's eyes fell on Liang Shuman's face again: "So, are you reporter Baicheng?"

Liang Shuman did not answer in a hurry.

He took out a handwritten manuscript from the bookcase and placed it on the table.

"Before I answer..."

"Ms. Song, your handwriting is exactly the same as someone I know. And if you look at the radicals of the three characters Song Yuesheng, it's Mu Xinzhu. This is the name of a friend I know."

"Who are you anyway?"

The mission is almost completed, and Song Yuesheng has no need to hide it any longer.

The corners of her mouth formed a smile: "I admit that Mu Xinzhu is me. What about you?"

Liang Shuman's breathing stagnated.

He opened his eyes wide, and Song Yuesheng's face, which was both familiar and unfamiliar, was reflected in his pupils. The emotions surging in his heart were complex and difficult to discern.

The results of the investigation are far less shocking than personal admission.

Liang Shuman slowly exhaled the turbid air in his chest, as if he wanted to release all his doubts, surprise and excitement with this breath.

"Just as you said. I am the reporter Bai Cheng, and I inherited my father's pen name. I mainly expose some dark facts that I have investigated. But I have another question..."

Song Yuesheng didn't want to listen.

one second.

two seconds.

The task completion notification tone did not sound.

It is not about revealing Liang Shuman’s other identity.

But she had almost taken advantage of all the hostess's opportunities.

If the male protagonist doesn't improve his favorability, it won't stop them from helping the female protagonist.

suddenly.

Song Yuesheng noticed someone approaching, she suddenly came back to her senses and stared at him: "What do you want to do?"

next second.

Liang Shuman reached out and pulled her face.

"Are you Song Yuesheng, or a ghost living in her body? Four years have passed, and it's impossible for a person not to have changed."

Song Yuesheng slapped his hand away.

She glanced at the door, quickly looked away, and then pretended to be deep: "What you think is four years ago, to me it just suddenly appeared there last July."

Liang Shuman was surprised: "Suddenly appeared? How is this possible..."

Song Yuesheng recalled the situation before he traveled through time that day and told the story slowly.

"It was raining that day, and I was going to read the news about Doe's Auction House in preparation for going there the next day. But in the blink of an eye, I was back at my grandmother's house and saw myself at that time."

At this point, Song Yuesheng's eyes became gentle and complicated, as if he was staring at the moment where two times and spaces intersected.

That’s why I wore a mask and didn’t talk, and I couldn’t explain myself to people I knew.”

"The timing of my return was also very sudden."

Song Yuesheng sighed, his tone very helpless: "I, a non-believer, am almost made to want to go and worship the master."

"Compared to this..."

She paused, stood up from the chair, walked quickly to the door, and opened it violently.

The person standing outside the door was Huo Tingchuan.

His face was gloomy and no one knew what he was thinking.

Song Yuesheng let go of his guard.

If it's him, then everything will be fine.

Then she spread her hands as if she was relaxed, with a bitter smile on her face.

"Since you heard me, I'll explain it all. The fire was not my intention. If I could control my appearance and departure, I would have put out the fire first."

Liang Shuman glanced towards the door and couldn't help but frown.

It's him again.

Huo Tingchuan glanced over coldly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Song Yuesheng also looking at the orange-haired man. Huo Tingchuan grabbed her wrist without thinking and pulled her towards him.

He lifted Song Yuesheng's chin with his fingers and forced her to look at him.

"You approached me because you wanted to change the status quo."

Song Yuesheng raised an eyebrow.

He accepted it too quickly.

"I have told you the reason. Do you think it is true or false?"

Song Yuesheng threw the question to Huo Tingchuan.

Without waiting for Huo Tingchuan to answer, she easily broke free from his hand, turned around and ran away.

They did not contribute to the mission value, and she did not want to waste her time on them.

……

When he got home, Song Yuesheng found Ms. Fang installing paintings in the living room.

She helped pack the painting into the box and asked curiously, "Mom, isn't this the famous painting your grandma gave you? Are you going to give it away?"

Fang Xinrou smiled and said, "Yes, I'll send it to the Xia family tomorrow."

Song Yuesheng hummed in surprise.

Fang Xinrou put down the ribbon in her hand and explained patiently: "When you were a child, you had a car accident, and Mrs. Xia and Miss Xia gave you a blood transfusion. I heard that Miss Xia's art exhibition was not going well, and I want to go and see it tomorrow."

"You were eight years old at the time. Your grandparents didn't acknowledge your father, so the two of us often took you everywhere, and we accidentally got into a car accident."

When Song Yuesheng heard this, his face was full of disbelief and his eyes widened slightly in surprise.

"Can an eight-year-old child give a blood transfusion?!"

Even if it's a game, it can't be so outrageous.

Fang Xinrou shook her head gently, a gentle and slightly helpless smile appearing on the corner of her mouth.

"Of course not. It was Madam Xia who gave you the blood."

"When you came out of the operating room, Miss Xia wanted to help, so she cut her finger and dripped a few drops of blood into your mouth when the adults weren't paying attention. Madam Xia and Mr. Xia found out and gave her a good scolding."

When Fang Xinrou said this, her eyes became soft and deep, as if she was also touched by that memory.

"You survived, but you forgot about the car accident. You also have a condition that makes you faint when you go to the hospital."

"The doctor said it's your body's protection mechanism."

"Since then, our two families have not had much contact due to various reasons, but we will always remember that kindness in our hearts."

There was a hint of emotion in Fang Xinrou's voice.

As the words ended, the room fell into a brief silence.

Fang Xinrou didn't like the silent atmosphere, so she quickly adjusted herself and looked at Song Yuesheng with a smile: "Come back early tomorrow, and we'll go to Xia's house together."

"it is good."

Song Yuesheng nodded in agreement and went upstairs to the bedroom.

Because she was grateful for saving his life, Ms. Fang remained calm when purchasing the photo studio.

The fact that the heroine was able to save the original owner shows that she was not the player Xia Pingwan, but someone who was born and raised in the game.

And because Madam Xia donated blood, Xia Pingwan dripped her own blood into the original owner's mouth, causing the original owner to have the same blood as Xia Pingwan in his body.

and so……

Is this the reason why the original owner was able to travel through time?

[Beep - Mission completed. The host can leave this world at any time.]

Song Yuesheng was stunned.

So this is 0.001%.

The complete story immediately appeared in Song Yuesheng's mind.

Same as hidden achievements.

This world is a new type of intelligent love game. Players can enter this world by wearing a helmet.

The heroine Xia Pingwan is a big spender and has her own customer service.

Just push Qi Yi.

Whether it's the deaths or the wars in the plot, they are all game settings that serve the purpose of love.

Mission accomplished, this world is no longer in the game settings and is functioning normally.

The key point for Xia Pingwan was her third time traveling back in time, which changed the situation of the Xia family and helped them become the richest businessman.

When Blue Sparrow heard the system's voice, he set off fireworks and cheered in the sea of ​​stars.

Oh yeah.

Sister Yue successfully completed another task!

"By the way, Sister Yue, I found that the male protagonists in this world have no love for you. In your human terms, they are all top-notch. Anyway, the mission is completed, so you don't think about..."

"Let's talk about it later." Song Yuesheng stretched tiredly, "Now I just want to travel and relax."

Maybe because of the selling point of the game, all three of them have more or less black mud elements.

Male protagonist?

There is no easy way to save money.