Comprehensive Manga: I live in Shuchiin, my last name is Uchiha - Chapter 183
Chapter 182 Murder Incident in Guqiu Abandoned Village (Part 2)
Imagination? Uchiha Ling knew that what he said was reality.
Most of the articles written by screenwriters and authors are not to please themselves, but to please the audience.
Even those who are dedicated to writing their own things will be forced back to their prototypes by reality and their bosses.
Hongo-senpai’s script for the second half was not supported by the drama department, so they had to come up with a new second half.
This is possible! In other words… it is very likely to be true.
Uchiha Ling: “Since Irusu-senpai thinks I’m overthinking, then so be it.”
There was no need for him to do anything for an unknown Hongo, and he didn’t bother to refute Irisu-senpai. Anyway, he could just make up the second half of the script for this drama…
This was just their club semester assignment, what happened in the drama club was unimportant to him.
Go to the rest area at the back of the gymnasium and follow the guidance of the staff to the door of a room on the second floor. The sign above said Lecture Room, where they held their meetings.
Uchiha Ling walked into the room and saw everyone from the Classical Literature Club sitting on one side, and sitting opposite were several people from the Drama Club. What was puzzling was that Fuyumi Irisu didn’t seem to participate in the discussion.
“Hello, I’m Zhong Chengshun, the deputy director of the drama department. Please give me some advice. Just call me Zhong Cheng.”
“Oh, Hello.”
Uchiha Ling pulled up a chair and sat next to Chitanda, while Hayasaka Ai, who was sitting at the far end, pouted slightly, seeming to complain about why Uchiha Ling didn’t sit with her.
However, Uchiha Ling just wanted to find a marginal position. The closer he got to the main position, the more intense the discussion would probably be.
What does it mean to mess things up? He, the Uchiha General Manager, is serious about it.
Zhong Chengshun: “It’s great to get help from the Department of Classical Literature! If we can discuss together and achieve synergy, it would be absolutely cool.”
This guy named Zhongcheng has a strong body, but he is also very good at pretending… Uchiha Ling did not speak, but sat there quietly.
Zhongcheng: “Let’s start discussing the script, please speak freely!”
“Although it is a continuation, I still hope that everyone can take over Hongo-san’s ideas and recreate the second half of the script that she has not yet written.”
Zhong Chengshun said it very seriously.
Chitanda Airu raised her hand, “Um, I want to ask a digression. Is Hongo-senpai, the author of the script, sick? How is her condition?”
“Hongo… I don’t know the specific situation, but I heard that the situation is a bit bad, so we can only rely on us.”
Chitanda clenched her fists.
“Yeah! We will definitely think of the plot that Hongo-senpai hasn’t written yet! This way, when she returns to school, she won’t feel sad about missing it!”
Zhongcheng coughed lightly and said, “OK, let’s get back to the topic. The scripts of our Shujiin Theater Department must not be looked down upon by other students, so we must be more mind innovative.”
“Please start brainstorming, I’m already looking forward to your speeches.”
A man with glasses sitting across from Hayasaka Ai raised his hand.
“I think our script shouldn’t be too Uninteresting, so I want to come up with ideas for the concept and content of the script.”
(Too lazy to translate)
…..
This high-end dialogue from the drama department really left Uchiha speechless.
No wonder that Irisu-senpai was unwilling to participate in the discussion. It turned out that she was upset by the noise made by these subordinates.
Suddenly, Yukinoshita Yukino interrupted their discussion.
“Stop now. Let me ask a few questions. First, can you show us your script? And doesn’t the script mention who the murderer is at all?”
What a straight-to-the-point question, well done Yukinoshita, if these guys continue to pretend, Uchiha Ling might let them experience what a real murder is in the illusion.
“Um…this is it.”
Naka Seijun took out the script, and then Yukinoshita and Chitanda asked a few questions respectively, but everyone in the drama department seemed to understand nothing and gave no useful information at all.
No wonder they asked someone from their Classical Literature Department to help think of the second half of the script…
Regarding the discussion about the drama club, Uchiha Ling silently commented in his heart.
A group of guys pretending to be literary youths, with all kinds of high-end ideas flying around in their mouths, answering and debating the direction of the script, but unfortunately there is no progress.
To put it simply…a flying group of respondents.
Naka Seijun sighed, “So what good ideas do you guys from the Classical Literature Department have? As Shuchiin students, the plays we have to perform must not be cliché, but innovation!”
Hayasaka Ai raised her hand, it seemed that she also had a suggestion.
Just when Uchiha Ling was about to hear what Hayasaka Ai had to say about the script, he heard Hayasaka Ai smile at Nakasei Jun and then start speaking with a pure British accent.
Oh, I almost forgot that Aiko Hayasaka is a blond, blue-eyed, mixed-race child. She has a quarter of Irish blood and was trained by the Shinomiya Zaibatsu since she was a child. She is proficient in at least four languages.
Although the results of Yukinoshita and Chitanda who were present were better, their foreign language speaking skills were definitely not as perfect as Hayasaka Ai.
Zhong Chengshun and those guys who like to speak in English twitched their eyes.
It felt like when I was showing off my newly bought bicycle to others, a supercar suddenly stopped and greeted them friendly.
Hayasaka Ai “….Well, these are my thoughts. I believe Nakamagi-senpai must understand.”
Naka Seijun: “Ah…hmm, yes, what Hayasaka-san said makes perfect sense!”
The other people in the drama department started to applaud, and then they didn’t dare to speak another word in English.
Uchiha Ling secretly gave him a thumbs up, while Hayasaka Ai smiled playfully.
Everyone continued to discuss the script of this secret room murder case. What they wanted to discuss was nothing more than the real murderer and the method of committing the crime.
The upper part of the script was also passed to Uchiha Ling, along with other investigation reports from their drama department.
In the script, the deceased was the team leader, but whether it was the details or the settings of other people, why did it always feel like something was missing…
He took another piece of paper, which was an internal discussion list of the drama department regarding the cause of death.
[Anonymous voting for speculation on the motive of the murder]
“It’s your vote when.”
Zhong Chengshun: “Oh, well, before we wanted to do this drama, we wanted to do this kind of suspense drama, so we did the voting first.”
There were 6 people who chose to kill for love, 10 for vendetta, 4 for financial gain, 8 for passion, 3 for manslaughter, and 2 for self-defense.
Uchiha Ling: “Senior Zhongcheng, there are so many people in your drama department…”
Zhong Cheng smiled and said, “Haha, there are thirty-four people in our drama club. After all, it is a well-known club in Shuchiin.”
Amakusa Xiao curled her lips when she heard that, she was really sorry that there were only six people in the Classical Literature Department!
Thirty-four people, but only 33 people voted internally to guess the motive for the murder, one less… Who is it? The Hongo senior who wrote the script? !
This was before she thought about acting, that is, Hongo-senpai was not sick yet. She should have her own ideas, and this was an anonymous vote, which meant that no matter which Hongo voted, no one would guess her decision as a script editor. .
But she didn’t vote… Uchiha Ling put down the paper. Hongo-senpai didn’t participate in the anonymous voting on the motive of murder. Either she was special and didn’t want to vote, or…
Hongo-senpai’s script does not correspond to these murderous motives.