"Did what?" Su Hao curled his lip, pointing to the red marks on his neck: "Haven't you seen it all?"
Oh my god, this guy really did it with the President... and in the prop room? This is too wild, isn't it?
And the President's attacks were so ruthless, even drawing blood. Does this mean the battle was intense? Has everyone become so mature already?
Lin Jiayu's mind raced, and a flash of inspiration reminded her of her purpose for being there. She suddenly stood up and stared at Su Hao.
"What's wrong? Why are you so jumpy?" Su Hao carefully touched the dense wounds on his neck, the pain making him gasp.
"It... It was Xiao Ran Jie who asked me to find you!" Lin Jiayu's voice was exceptionally loud, as if to embolden herself: "Xiao Ran Jie is very concerned about you!"
"Oh, I'll thank her later." Su Hao said casually.
"She's so concerned about you, and you're here actually..." Seeing Su Hao's casualness, Lin Jiayu pointed at Su Hao and said, "You heartless man!"
"What heartless man?" Su Hao was stunned for a moment, then saw Lin Yingchun walk out of the prop room.
Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were disarrayed, her face was expressionless, and she was limping.
"President... Are you... are you alright?" Lin Jiayu trembled as she looked at Lin Yingchun.
Because she suddenly realized that she had stumbled upon the President's privacy. Would she be silenced?
"I'm fine, I'm just a little tired. Tell Jiang Yuhan that I won't be going to the dinner party later." Lin Yingchun said in a hoarse voice, forcing a smile.
A little tired? How is this a little tired? She's completely exhausted, alright? Lin Jiayu complained wildly in her heart.
"Still, come with us. You used a lot of energy just now, so it's a good idea to eat something to replenish your nutrition." Su Hao frowned, looking at Lin Yingchun.
Used a lot of energy? Eat to replenish nutrition? Listening to Su Hao's words, Lin Jiayu's mind was a mess; she had completely confirmed that Su Hao and the President had really done that kind of thing!
"Okay." Hearing Su Hao's advice, Lin Yingchun gave him a deep look: "Su Hao, I can pretend that what happened today didn't happen, on the condition that you can prove you're right. I'm waiting for your script."
"Don't worry, I won't disappoint you." Su Hao smiled, watching Lin Yingchun leave.
"Do you have anything else to do? If not, we can go to the dinner party together." Turning around, Su Hao saw Lin Jiayu still standing there.
"No... No need, I still need to go to the restroom!" Lin Jiayu, who was secretly looking at the bite marks on Su Hao's neck, stiffened at Su Hao's invitation, quickly turned around, and jogged away.
"Sooner or later, you'll come to me yourself." Su Hao mumbled, looking at Lin Jiayu's retreating figure, then plopped down on the bench and pulled a small red ball from his pocket.
Trans-dimensional Controller: When you stay near a person for two minutes, you can implant the controller into her body and control her actions.
Currently controlled person: Lin Yingchun.
Remaining uses: 3.
"Wasted thirty points." Su Hao sighed helplessly, looking at the item he had exchanged for thirty points.
From its effect, this Trans-dimensional Controller was undoubtedly overbearing, but unfortunately, he and Lin Yingchun had temporarily reached a reconciliation. He hoped there would be an opportunity to use it later.
Putting away the small ball, Su Hao slowly stood up.
...
The dinner location Lin Yingchun chose was near the school, a rather luxuriously decorated barbecue restaurant.
After a few rounds of drinks, the group was already quite drunk, and several beauties gathered together, laughing and joking freely.
After being forced to drink a few cups, Su Hao hid in a corner, pondering how to rewrite Lin Yingchun's script to make it explosive.
"Any ideas?" Lin Yingchun stood behind Su Hao at some point, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes: "Are you helpless with the script?"
"President, you seem to really hope I'm helpless with the script?" Su Hao turned around and looked at Lin Yingchun with a smile.
"I'm just stating facts." Lin Yingchun's face flushed slightly when she saw the bite marks on Su Hao's neck, and she unconsciously turned her head away.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, I already have an idea." Su Hao took a sip of wine and casually crossed his legs.
"The most crucial thing for an excellent script is conflict. Only sufficiently intense conflict can attract the audience's attention and prevent them from falling asleep."
"So? What conflict did you come up with?" Lin Yingchun sat next to Su Hao, raised an eyebrow, and stared at his phone screen, only to find he was just watching softcore porn.
"This is the source of your script inspiration?" Lin Yingchun looked at the indecent images on the phone screen with interest.
It had to be said that Su Hao had some guts to watch this in a public place, and his taste was indeed good; the actress on the screen was quite well-endowed.
"Don't look down on softcore porn; they also have plots. For example, in this one, the male lead is the female lead's brother-in-law.
The male lead likes the female lead, but the female lead is unwilling, so the male lead forces her. Doesn't that create conflict?" Su Hao casually put his phone into his pocket.
"I'm going to change the script to something similar."
"What did you say?" Lin Yingchun stared at Su Hao strangely: "You're going to force Li Shuxin on stage? How is that different from my script?"
"Of course there's a difference. Yours involves stripping Li Shuxin's clothes, relying on lewdness to attract the audience. I'm going to change it to murder.
Think about it, the senior who secretly loves you actually wants to kill you. Don't you think that's very explosive? And it fits our script title—fatal love.
Romantic love can make people throw caution to the wind, while pathological love can drag people into an abyss."
"That's it? Will the audience buy it?" Lin Yingchun curled her lip, highly skeptical of Su Hao's script.
"Of course they will, as long as our performance is perfect enough, they will buy it, and I haven't even perfected the script yet." Su Hao smiled, a hint of thought flashing between his eyebrows.
"Do you think the ending of the script should be the male lead killing the female lead, and then both committing suicide together? Or the female lead killing the male lead in return?"
"Of course, it's better if the male lead kills the female lead, and it's best if he tears her clothes during the process. That way, the audience will be even more excited." Lin Yingchun said without hesitation.
"Tear her clothes?" Su Hao tapped the table, his eyes gradually brightening.
"Indeed, clothes should be torn, but not the female lead's clothes, but the male lead's. Lin Yingchun, I want to write the female lead as a pervert too. Twist after twist, like this..."
Su Hao's words were not yet finished when a "thump" sound suddenly came from in front of him.
He looked up and saw Lin Jiayu sitting in front of them, tipsy.
"Lin Jiayu, are you drunk?" Su Hao frowned, looking at Lin Jiayu's flushed face.
"I'm not drunk~ I'm perfectly sober! Don't bother me, I'm about to ask you two a question!" Lin Jiayu slammed the table heavily.
"What do you want to ask?" A bad premonition arose in Lin Yingchun's heart.
"I want to ask… hiccup…" Lin Jiayu let out a drunken hiccup: "Did you two… you know…?"