Chapter 25

"Everyone is here, let's draw character cards." Tsuki Mika pointed to the wooden box on the table.

This is the normal process, and other players came forward to draw identity cards one after another.

Kazehaya Rin looked at the card in her hand, turned it over with her fingers, and didn't see any useful information on the back.

I can't be so unlucky to draw a sunny boy character, right?

Sunshine boy: commonly known as the marginal character of script killing, a character that is completely filled in, with a very low sense of participation, and no clues or useful plots.

It's just a character card, and it won't spoil any plot content, so several people looked at each other after drawing the card.

Gojo Satoru drew a gardener, Geto Suguru was a lawyer, and Ieiri Naoko was a family doctor.

After drawing the identity card, the staff reappeared and led everyone upstairs to collect the character's clothes and the corresponding script.

At this time, the four people were a little silent.

"Want to change clothes?" Kazehaya Rin was studying potions except for school, and she didn't play script killing with others.

But she can go online, and it stands to reason that everyone should sit at the same table and quarrel, right?

A fully immersive role-playing experience. Has the script-killing game evolved to this point?

Ieiri Naoko and Geto Suguru did play it before, but it was the kind that Kazehaya Rin said.

Gojo Satoru was even more of a boudoir person, with a terrible lack of basic common sense.

Ieiri Naoko took out her phone and took a look, then said calmly, "I still have five minutes and an hour."

She remembered that one dose of the potion lasted for an hour. In other words, she could use her body to play when the time came.

Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru were a little confused, looked at each other, and asked in unison, "What time?"

Ieiri Naoko glanced at her friend who looked ashen next to her, and explained with a smile, "Potion, one dose lasts for one hour."

Geto Suguru was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, he said with some relief, "Then I should have about the same time as Naoko."

He only drank one dose.

Gojo Satoru's cat eyes widened: "I drank it all."

"Then you two can do whatever you want." Ieiri Naoko shrugged.

Kazehaya Rin was silent, silent, silent.

She only drank one dose, but someone is using her body now.

Gojo Satoru did not reflect on himself at all, but said smugly: "I have a good figure."

Although he was a little embarrassed, it was no problem for Rin to use her body to change clothes.

Looking at his friend who was beaming with joy, Xia Yujie wondered if it was a figure problem?

Fenghaya Rin ignored Gojo Satoru's peacock-spreading behavior and said expressionlessly: "Sorry, I don't have a good figure."

Gojo Satoru did not have any self-awareness at all. He looked down and muttered: "I think it's okay."

Ieiri Shoko noticed his movements and said with a twitch at the corner of her mouth: "Gojo, are you a pervert?"

Xia Yujie covered his face directly, embarrassed to admit that this was his best friend.

Fenghaya Rin refused to speak and rolled her eyes.

Gojo didn't get an answer, so he came up to her and continued, "I'm serious, pick me up..."

Feng Zaolin relied on his height advantage, which was not yet effective, to press him down, and held his head and said aggressively, "Shut up, I'll go to the locker room with you first."

Gojo Satoru's face turned red instantly, and he licked his sharp canine teeth, and asked with a rare embarrassment, "Do you want to watch me change clothes?"

Feng Zaolin: "Yes, you close your eyes later! If you dare to open your eyes, I'll kill you."

The staff looked at the boy who followed him in, and was about to speak when he saw the white-haired boy turned around and raised an extremely gentle smile: "Sorry, my sister is socially phobic, and she will be scared without me around."

"..."

Although the staff was confused by this extreme beauty attack, the boy's words still made her speechless.

Social phobia?

The girl's arrogant self-proclaimed, are you sure that the social phobia here does not mean social terrorist?

The dressing room and the villa are a luxury passed down from generation to generation, and they are all single dressing rooms, which fully guarantee privacy and safety.

The room is not big, but every inch of space is carefully used.

A large mirror occupies the entire wall, and soft light strips are inlaid around the mirror to ensure the best lighting effect at all times.

On the dressing table are various high-end cosmetics, from basic skin care products to exquisite makeup, including popular products that have frequently appeared in fashion magazines. .

Next to the dressing table is the wardrobe area, which is as high as an entire wall of clothes, providing a variety of clothes that match the character settings but in different styles.

For example, there are many styles of maid outfits, various lolita styles, and simple work clothes.

Gojo Satoru's eyes lit up, and he rushed to the wardrobe without anyone urging him.

Feng Hayarin was also looking at these clothes and quickly found the target.

She raised her hand to take off the green apron on the edge and said, "Take off your coat and put on this directly."

Gojo Satoru glanced at the very ordinary and even ugly green apron, and said very unwillingly, "No, it doesn't look good."

"..."

Feng Zaolin frowned, and when she saw Gojo Satoru holding a Lolita dress and trying it on her body, she still patiently advised, "You don't need to take off your clothes for this."

Gojo Satoru said confidently, "Aren't you helping me put it on?"

After that, he quickly stuffed a dark red Lolita skirt with a vest style into her hand, and then urged, "I want to wear this one!"

Feng Zaolin sighed faintly and followed a 1.6-meter DK into the locker room.

"Open your hands." Feng Zaolin patted Gojo Satoru's arm.

Fortunately, she had a regular white shirt under her school uniform, which could be used directly as an inner layer of the skirt, and the hem of the school uniform could also be used as a skirt crinoline.

It wasn't too embarrassing.

She unzipped the side of the skirt and put it on from head to toe. "Okay, you can put your hands down."

Gojo Satoru rarely obeyed the instructions. He opened his eyes only after Fuzai Rin said it was okay. Then he was amazed by the snow-blue eyes so close to him, and a blush flashed across his cheeks.

Fuzai Rin leaned in very close, her fingers still chasing the ribbon at the collar of the vest.

After circling her fingers a few times, she pulled it skillfully, and a beautiful bow suddenly appeared. After

doing all this, she stood up straight with satisfaction, took a step back, and motioned Gojo Satoru to look in the dressing mirror.

The girl in the mirror was wearing a dark red Lolita short skirt with a vest style.

The color of the skirt formed a sharp contrast with the porcelain white skin color, making her look more bright and beautiful, like a bright flower in full bloom.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, stared at it for a long time and came to a conclusion: "I really have a good taste."

Feng Hayarin had to admit that the clothes this guy chose were indeed good. After solving the most embarrassing problem of changing clothes, he immediately said: "The makeup artist is outside, I'll leave first."

Gojo Satoru reached out and held her, saying without any hesitation: "I'm going too."

"I'll choose a coat." Feng Hayarin looked at him strangely: "You won't see it."

The advantage of men's fashion is here, especially for the role of a butler, there is no need for any major changes, just choose a coat and wrap it up and you're done.

"I have a good figure." Gojo Satoru seemed a little aggrieved.

Feng Hayarin's mouth twitched, and he pressed his head down, saying unhappily: "I don't want to get stye yet!"

"Are the figures in comics as good as mine?" Gojo Satoru tried to raise his head, looking very dissatisfied: "It's okay to look at them, why can't I look at me!"

Can the second dimension and the third dimension be the same?

Reading comics is a hobby, and looking at male classmates is hooliganism.

"I'm leaving first, and we'll meet downstairs later." Feng Hayarin pretended not to understand, left a word and opened the door and fled.

If time could be repeated, she would rather not go to the bookstore that day.

Arrived at her own dressing room. Feng Hayarin picked a coat at random. The butler was a middle-aged man and didn't need to put on makeup, so she was done quickly.

As soon as she got downstairs, she saw Naoko Ieiri sitting on the sofa in the hall wearing a white coat.

Glancing at her somewhat indifferent eyes, Kazehaya Rin realized that this was her friend who had been replaced, so she walked over happily: "Why is Naoko so fast?"

Naoko Ieiri looked her friend up and down and saw that the style was just perfunctory like hers, so she replied lazily: "Because I have props."

She took out a white mask from her pocket and put it on her face to show it off.

"Smart." Kazehaya Rin thought she was lazy enough, but she didn't expect her friend to be even better and actually thought of avoiding changing clothes and makeup through her character setting.

Naoko Ieiri: "Same here."

Kazehaya Rin sat down next to her, yawned lazily, and took out her own script.

"Did you replace that guy Gojo?" Naoko Ieiri turned her back considerately, and the two of them checked the script back to back.

Feng Haya Rin flipped through the script casually, and after hearing what her friend said, she pouted and complained: "That guy is really suitable to be a JK."

God knows that a DK actually likes Lolita so much. It is really an immersive substitution for JK in all aspects.

Jiairi Naoko agreed: "Indeed, those two guys must be perverts who sneaked into the dormitory in the middle of the night to wear girls' school uniforms."

Xiayou Jie's helpless voice sounded, "I'm still very normal, okay."

He didn't have the habit of sneaking into girls' school uniforms in the middle of the night. The upright curse spirit operator refused to take the blame for his friend.

After hearing the boy's words, Feng Haya Rin moved his eyes away from the script and looked at the boy who had just walked down the stairs.

The other party was rarely wearing a slim suit, with long black hair half tied up, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face.

Jiairi Naoko: "A gentleman scum."

"Indeed, a very handsome gentleman scum." Feng Haya Rin agreed with Naoko's words very much, and looked at the black-haired boy with a new look seriously: "Jie looks like an adult like this."

For a moment, he didn't know whether he was being praised or scolded. Xiayou Jie touched his nose in distress.

Gojo Satoru: "Do I look good?"

The arrogant voice of a girl came from upstairs, and then a beautiful girl with two pigtails, a flower-shaped flat hat, and a crimson Lolita dress walked down the stairs.

"This outfit is really beautiful." Jiairi Naoko was very impressed with her friend's body and the makeup artist's technique.

Gojo Satoru's version of the purple-haired girl, coupled with her extremely arrogant demeanor, looked like a swaying radish in full bloom, gorgeous and eye-catching.

Feng Hayarin was a little surprised, and her eyes swept across the lips that were much redder than usual.

This guy actually put on makeup? No wonder he came down so slowly.

Gojo Satoru's blue eyes flashed with mischievous teasing, and his goal was clear.

He quickly walked up to Feng Hayarin and kissed her on the face, leaving a bright red lip mark.

The white-haired boy's obviously confused expression made him laugh.

Feng Hayarin froze.

Although she knew it was her own body, there was genuine DK under the skin. Before she could say anything, she saw Gojo Satoru jumping around like a kangaroo again, and there was a lipstick mark on the face of Geto Xiayou next to her.

Ieiri Glass took out her scalpel and said coldly: "Gojo, do you want to die?"

Gojo Satoru snorted and pouted a little unhappily. Facing the gleaming scalpel, he had to give up his prank.

He walked in front of the girl as usual and hadn't sat down yet.

The next second.

Kazehaya Rin stood up and said lightly: "I've finished reading the script."

"I haven't read it yet." Gojo Satoru tilted his head and demanded confidently, "I want you to hug me."

Kazehaya Rin snorted emotionlessly, glanced at him sideways and went to join the crowd.

Gojo Satoru was confused and turned to look at his friend who was wiping the lipstick mark, "What's wrong with her?" Geto

Xiayou: "Hehe."