Why is the system taking my request to photograph a cosplayer seriously?

Chapter 227 How should three people share a bed?

Another day has passed in the blink of an eye.

The final stop of the Longhe tour concert will be held at 8 pm.

In the final stage, Long He left the stage, and Ding Heng and Hua Qing followed him offstage, heading backstage along the side passage.

Sister Song was already at the entrance of the passageway, holding a walkie-talkie.

Like Long He last night, her face also showed the fatigue from continuous high-intensity work, but she still managed to force a polite smile when she saw Ding Heng.

"Mr. Ding, this way."

She turned and walked inside, through a corridor filled with equipment boxes, turned two corners, and stopped in front of a door with a "Longhe" nameplate.

"Thump, thump, thump."

Sister Song raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Inside the door, Long He spoke impatiently. Sister Song pushed open the door, stepped aside to let Ding Heng and Hua Qing go in first, and stayed outside, closing the door behind her.

The dressing room was small, about ten square meters, with various bottles and jars piled on the dressing table, a few performance costumes hanging on a clothes rack in the corner, and perfume filling the air.

Ding Heng looked at his good brother and let out a teasing "Oh ho".

Just ten minutes after stepping off the stage, Long He had already removed his makeup and changed into casual clothes.

The soft, white, loose-fitting sweatshirt had its neckline hanging loosely on one shoulder, revealing a fair collarbone.

She paired it with a light pink pleated mini skirt, which formed an absolute territory with her white over-the-knee stockings. The top of the stockings was stuck in the middle of her thighs, leaving a faint mark around her skin.

What's most eye-catching is that her long hair is dyed a very light cherry blossom pink, and it's soft and flowing.

Ding Heng looked him up and down several times.

In his memory, Long He's style after her debut has always been cool and sassy, ​​with a touch of sexiness at times.

With her long, golden-brown hair and deep eye makeup, she exudes an "unapproachable" aura.

This style is extremely attractive to female fans. Even though she is only nineteen years old, her fans still call her "Sister Long" loudly in the comments section.

Over time, Ding Heng got used to how his brothers looked in front of the camera.

But right now—

Pink long hair, soft white sweatshirt, pleated skirt, white over-the-knee stockings, round-toed leather shoes — the combination of these elements resembles an oversized strawberry cream cake, creating a striking visual contrast.

Long He noticed Ding Heng's reaction and couldn't help but feel secretly pleased.

Hua Qing was right the night before last; my brother really does like contrasts!

She took two steps forward and tilted her head.

"What, you don't recognize me just because I changed my username?"

Longhe's attitude remained as carefree as ever, devoid of any sweetness.

Ding Heng snapped out of his daze and coughed lightly.

He asked curiously, "How come your hair is changing so fast?"

Just moments ago on stage, Long He had long, golden-brown hair. The concert lasted nearly three hours, and her makeup and styling barely changed, so how did she suddenly turn into a pink-haired girl?

"That was a wig, wasn't it?"

Longhe reached out and brushed the ends of her hair aside: "Smell it, the hairspray smell is still strong."

She leaned closer, bringing her head right under Ding Heng's nose.

A chemical smell from hairspray filled Ding Heng's nostrils, and he turned his head away, flicking his hand lightly.

"Did you dye your hair pink on purpose yesterday?"

"Of course—"

Long He sighed, "I wanted to surprise my fans. Before dyeing my hair, I discussed it with the stylist for a long time and chose several colors. In the end, I settled on cherry blossom pink. I was very satisfied with the result; I thought it looked especially beautiful. Unfortunately—"

"What's a pity?"

"The costume designer said it wouldn't work; it didn't match the stage lighting. The set designer also said it wouldn't work, saying that pink was too flashy and would clash with the background."

Long He said in a mournful tone, "What can I do when the two of them are singing in unison? I have no choice but to wear a wig."

Ding Heng was speechless.

For such an important concert, why did they suddenly decide to change their outfit?

From Ding Heng's perspective:

First, my brother is still my brother; he always does whatever comes to mind.

Second, the brother is indeed becoming more and more popular, and his voice in the team is also getting stronger. Despite doing such a big thing, he still acts as if it's nothing.

Third, why insist on having a pink-haired girl? Is it for the fans? Not necessarily, it's probably for the sake of "jealousy".

Hua Qing then commented, "You look a little different today."

Long He immediately leaned forward: "Right? Does it look good?"

"Hmm...it looks pretty good."

Hua Qing's tone was relatively even, but it was clear that she was speaking from the heart.

Long He was flattered by the praise and said excitedly, "Let's not talk about that anymore. Now that the concert is over, I'm on vacation. How about we go get something big to eat later? I didn't get enough of the hot pot we had the other day."

"Should I go too?"

Hua Qing asked instinctively.

In her mind, after the concert tonight, she should temporarily "hand over" the man to Long He.

"Aren't you Ding Heng's girlfriend? Why aren't you going with him?"

Long He spoke matter-of-factly, stepping forward to pull Hua Qing up: "And I have something I need to trouble you with."

Hua Qing was pulled forward half a step by Long He and stumbled, but managed to steady herself.

"What is it?"

"Can I stay at your place tonight?"

Hua Qing was stunned, her brain not processing what was happening for a moment.

Long He continued, "If I go back to the hotel, there will definitely be fans and paparazzi staking out the place, it's so annoying. I finally have a vacation, I just want to find a quiet place to stay. I've been to your place before, the security in the neighborhood is good, no unauthorized people will come and go. I won't stay for free, I'll treat you to a big meal tomorrow, okay?"

Hua Qing hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

Long He is going to stay at her house? What does he want to do?

She glanced at Ding Heng instinctively. Ding Heng remained expressionless, as if waiting for her to make her own decision.

Just then, the knocking sounded again.

"Knock knock knock".

Sister Song urged, "Longhe, it's time to go up. It's the last show tonight, and there's a grand finale."

Long He turned and shouted towards the door, "Curtain call? Wasn't it all over?"

"You forgot? Today is the last show, and all the actors are returning for an encore. You're going to give a speech."

Long He slapped his forehead, only then remembering that there really was such a thing.

She hurried over and opened the door: "I've removed my makeup and changed my clothes, how am I supposed to go on stage?"

Sister Song looked at Long He, her brows furrowing slightly, but it was too late.

"That's enough for now, let's go, let's go."

Sister Song grabbed Long He's arm and turned to walk towards the passage.

Long He turned back and shouted "Wait for me" to Ding Heng and Hua Qing before being dragged away by Sister Song and disappearing around the corner of the corridor.

The locker room fell silent.

Hua Qing mechanically turned her head and met Ding Heng's gaze.

"Tonight—are you really going to let Longhe stay at our house?"

"You rented the apartment, so you're in charge."

Ding Heng put his hands in his pockets and threw the question back at him.

Hua Qing lowered her head and began to think, but before she could mentally prepare herself, the live stage footage reappeared on the TV screen in the dressing room.

The lights dimmed, and a spotlight shone on the center of the stage.

Long He walked out from the side platform.

Her striking pink long hair, loose-fitting hoodie, and pleated skirt swayed gently with her steps.

Without heavy stage makeup or elaborate styling, she was simply a sweet and beautiful college student.

The audience fell silent for a moment.

"Whoa!!!"

Screams erupted like a tidal wave, more enthusiastic than any previous encore. Fans waved light sticks wildly, some shouting "Long He is so cute," others repeatedly chanting "Sister Long, Sister Long."

Hua Qing stood in front of the television, quietly watching the pink-haired girl on the screen, as if she suddenly understood.

Ding Heng isn't the only one who likes contrasts, and it's not just men either.

The encore lasted for nearly half an hour, during which Longhe expressed his sincere gratitude to everyone.

The organizers, the director team, the band members, the backup dancers, and even the drivers who have been picking them up and dropping them off for more than half a year were all included.

Each time a name was read, cheers erupted from the audience, and the light boards flickered in the darkness like a surging sea of ​​stars.

Finally, the lights went out completely, and the stage fell silent.

Long He walked quickly back to the lounge, took out a mask and glasses from his bag and put them on, then put a baseball cap on his head and pulled the brim down.

Ding Heng suggested, "Wearing glasses is enough; there's no need to make it look like you're robbing a bank."

"Stop making sarcastic remarks. What if you get recognized? Will you take responsibility?"

Long He sighed, "It's better to be safe than sorry. Have you forgotten what happened at Hunan University last time?"

The three of them quickly walked through the passageway, slipped out of the stadium through the side door, and got into the car.

The car started and drove into the night.

Long He took off his mask and sunglasses, slumped back in his chair, and let out a long sigh.

"Phew—it's finally over."

"Where to?"

Hua Qing sat in the driver's seat, ready to start the car.

Long He immediately said, "Didn't we already say we'd go eat hot pot again?"

Ding Heng smiled wryly: "Eating again? Didn't we just eat that the day before yesterday?"

"I didn't eat to my heart's content the day before yesterday because I was afraid of getting an upset stomach—today I'm definitely going to eat to my heart's content!"

"Okay, okay, okay."

Forty minutes later, the three of them went to a nearby hot pot restaurant and sat down.

This time, Longhe no longer held back.

Tripe, duck intestines, fatty beef, shrimp paste, beef aorta, pig brain—one by one, marking each item, finishing one page and turning to the next.

"Are you sure you can finish all this?"

"Don't worry, I'm starving after singing and dancing all night."

Long He didn't even look up, continuing to tick boxes on the menu.

Ding Heng cautioned, "Sister Long, you'd better think this through. If you gain three pounds when you get back from your vacation, your agent and nutritionist will be constantly monitoring and bombarding you with questions. Don't blame me for not warning you."

Long He finally raised his head and glared back defiantly.

"That's all after the holiday ends. I'm on vacation now, on vacation! Understand?"

She finished marking the last dish, pushed the menu to the side of the table, picked up the teapot, poured herself a glass of water, and tilted her head back to gulp down half of it.

"Furthermore, I've already made it clear to my mom that I won't answer work calls, participate in any commercial activities, or cooperate with any publicity during my vacation. Even if the sky falls, it has nothing to do with me; just let me rest quietly for a few days."

"Will your mom agree?"

"Why shouldn't she agree!"

Long He tapped the table: "If you make a donkey pull the millstone, you have to give it a couple of days' rest, otherwise you'll exhaust it. It's her fault!"

Compared to the relaxed and carefree demeanor of Ding Heng and Long He, Hua Qing appeared much more tense, her gaze frequently glancing around.

They sat in the lobby, surrounded by a few guests. Anyone who glanced at them could recognize Long He.

Longhe himself, however, seemed completely unafraid, wearing only a pair of black-rimmed glasses and looking relaxed and content.

Hua Qing wanted to offer a few words of advice, but just as she opened her mouth, she suddenly heard a sound.

"Look at Long He!"

A gasp came from the next table.

Hua Qing's chopsticks fell onto the table with a "thud".

Long He froze, his heart leaping into his throat.

Ding Heng frowned slightly. What happened? The [Holy Radiance Disguise Mask] had failed?

"She's trending again."

The girl at the next table handed her phone to the person next to her: "That hairstyle is so pretty! Cherry blossom pink!"

"When did she dye it?"

"Ahhh, I saw it too! So cute! It's completely different from usual!"

The group of students huddled together and started chattering away.

The three exchanged a glance, relieved.

Why do people nowadays always seem to take long breaths when they talk?

Longhe took out his phone and opened Weibo.

The trending search terms were prominently displayed: #LongheCherryBlossomPink#, #LongheConcertFinal#, and #LongheNewLookGirlish#.

She clicked on the first entry and scrolled down.

The top trending Weibo post was an encore video taken by the official team, captioned: "Tonight's Longhe is cherry blossom flavored! Who understands this girlish charm?"

The number of reposts has exceeded six figures, and the comments section is polarized.

The front row is filled with fans' compliments—

Ahhh, my sister is so cute!

Who did this styling? Give them a bonus!

【Pink-haired dragon, I'm in! I'm in a million times!】

Turn the page, and you'll hear different sounds.

This style is too soft and cute; I prefer the old style.

Is Longhe trying to change her image? But this style doesn't suit her.

[It feels a bit forced—like trying to look young.]

Then I opened the super topic, and the fans were already arguing.

To be honest, this hairstyle really doesn't suit her; it makes her face look big.

[Where does your face look big? Are you seeing things?]

I think it looks great. What's wrong with changing your style once in a while?

Am I the only one who thinks she seems reluctant? Is she being pressured by the team?

Long He swiped past the screen expressionlessly, exited Weibo, and placed his phone face down on the table.

"My mom bought me trending searches again."

Ding Heng picked up a piece of tripe and slowly put it into his mouth.

"Does your mom frequently buy you trending topics?"

"It doesn't happen often, does it?"

Long He sighed, "Sometimes it's just trivial stuff, and fans inexplicably push it to the top. Who knows where they get so much free time? Don't they have jobs or schools to go to?"

"I've noticed you interact with your fans quite a lot?"

"After all, they are our bread and butter, so we have to find ways to make them happy."

Long He stuffed a ball of shrimp paste into his mouth and mumbled, "When it comes to spending money on idol worship, it's mostly girls who are the main force. Especially some of the most extreme fanatics. So they might post a selfie during holidays or occasionally drop into a fan group chat for a bit, but we can't spoil them too much. We have to keep things on the right track."

Ding Heng smiled wryly after hearing this.

Despite Longhe's seemingly logical analysis, if she weren't a celebrity, given her personality since childhood, she would definitely be completely different from fans in the entertainment industry.

Straightforward and outspoken—when her temper flares, she won't give anyone face.

But no way.

Now that we've embarked on this path, we can't just eat our fill and then complain about it.

Businesses should operate as usual, and interactions should be conducted as appropriate; we can't just go through the motions and ignore the real money people have spent.

It could even be said that Longhe had long since become accustomed to the camera and was slowly being swallowed up by the so-called "celebrity" identity, and her childhood sweetheart was probably the only anchor that could pull her back.

After finishing most of the food in the pot, Longhe put down his chopsticks, patted his belly, and let out a satisfied burp.

"I'm going to the restroom."

After Long He left, Hua Qing turned to look at Ding Heng.

"Ding Heng".

"Um?"

"What are the plans for tonight?"

"What arrangements?"

"that is----"

Hua Qing asked tactfully, "You—and Long He—and me—slept together?"

Ding Heng crossed his legs, a playful smile on his face: "Senior, who do you want me to sleep with? I'm fine with anything. Anyway, Long He and I have slept in the same bed since we were little, so I don't mind reliving our childhood."

Hua Qing reached out and gently pinched Ding Heng's waist: "Seriously. Time was so short, the guest rooms weren't even cleaned yet, there are no bedding or sheets, it's inconvenient for anyone to sleep in."

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"So, senior, are you sleeping on the sofa?"

"you!"

Hua Qing glared at him, increasing the pressure on her hand.

"Ouch—"

Ding Heng pretended to cry out in pain, then gently rubbed Hua Qing's hand in return.

Long He came out of the restroom and saw the two of them being all lovey-dovey again. Curious, he asked, "What are you two talking about?"

"It's nothing."

Ding Heng stopped joking, picked up her bag and handed it to her: "Let's discuss where we'll sleep tonight."

"How do you sleep?"

Longhe took the bag and blinked.

"I'll definitely be sleeping on the sofa."

Ding Heng replied matter-of-factly, "Otherwise, how do you expect to sleep?"

"oh----"

Long He responded, lowered his eyes, and a thought inexplicably popped into his mind.

She noticed the day before yesterday that Hua Qing's master bedroom bed was particularly large, probably big enough for four or five people to sleep in.

Long He quickly shook the thought out of his mind and followed Ding Heng outside, but he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Why did they buy such a big bed?

The car door opened, Long He got into the back seat, and Hua Qing started the car.

After driving for a while, Hua Qing suddenly remembered something and glanced at Long He in the rearview mirror.

"Longhe, you didn't bring anything. Do you want to find a place to buy a couple of sets of pajamas or something?"

"Need not."

Long He waved his hand: "Ding Heng should have some clothes with you, right? Like short-sleeved shirts or something."

"Yes, it is—"

"That's fine then."

Long He yawned: "I'll make do with his for one night, I'll go buy new clothes tomorrow."

Hua Qing didn't say anything more, turning her gaze back to the lane ahead.

Ding Heng turned around from the passenger seat and teased, "Are big stars this extravagant these days? Buying new clothes all the time?"

"So, you're the sarcastic brother, aren't you?"

Long He leaned over from the back seat and reached out to touch Ding Heng's shoulder.

Ding Heng turned his head away, saying, "Stop messing around, or I'll get out of the car and teach you a lesson!"

"You're only bullying Sister Long because my bodyguard isn't here!"

"Come on, I could take on ten of your bodyguards."

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"Hmph, bragging costs nothing!"

The two people bickered back and forth across the back of their chairs.

Hua Qing watched quietly from the corner of her eye, a feeling welling up inside her.

She was envious and jealous.

She envied Longhe for being able to be completely relaxed in front of Ding Heng, saying whatever she wanted and making a fuss without having to worry about her status as his "girlfriend" or maintain a respectable image.

The system interface quietly appeared in Ding Heng's mind.

[Progress of severing emotional ties: 4%]

It was almost 1 a.m. when I got home.

Hua Qing rummaged through the cabinet and took out a clean bath towel and toothbrush, handing them to Long He.

Long He took the things and went into the bathroom. The sound of running water accompanied her humming a clear and melodious tune.

Half an hour later, the bathroom door opened and Long He came out, wearing Ding Heng's oversized short-sleeved shirt.

Standing at 176cm, Ding Heng wearing an oversized 185cm short-sleeved shirt creates a striking visual effect.

Especially her two long, straight, and dazzlingly white legs.

Ding Heng sat on the sofa, his mind wandering from the swaying, and he couldn't help but swallow hard.

Damn, bro, you're getting more and more charming.

If things really come to that point where unspoken rules are applied, don't blame me for being a jerk.

Long He was completely unaware and continued to wander around the living room while drying his hair.

She acted as if she were at home, strolling from the living room to the balcony, picking up the black beans and petting them a couple of times, then strolling from the balcony to the kitchen and opening the refrigerator for a quick look.

Hua Qing felt a tightness in her chest as she watched her walk back and forth.

Ding Heng is your boyfriend, at least put on some pants.

She took a deep breath and quickly stepped forward to grab Long He's wrist.

"Longhe, go to sleep early, you have to get up early tomorrow."

"Hmm? I'm not sleepy yet—"

Whether you're sleepy or not, you have to go to sleep.

Without saying a word, Hua Qing pulled Long He into the master bedroom.

The door closed.

Long He stood frozen by the bed.

"You usually go to bed this early?"

I have class tomorrow.

Hua Qing lifted the covers and lay down, lying on her back.

Longhe said "Oh," took off her slippers, and crawled into bed.

The lights were turned off, and the two women lay down side by side.

A few minutes later, Long He suddenly turned over to face Hua Qing.

"Huaqing."

"Um?

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"Is Ding Heng still juggling multiple relationships?"

Hua Qing was too embarrassed to tell the truth about the five-player team match, so she just gave a perfunctory answer.

"I didn't pay much attention."

"Why don't you care?"

Long He asked, puzzled, "So, you and Ding Heng—were just playing around?"

Before Hua Qing could answer, Long He sighed again.

"That's true. It's really hard for long-distance relationships to last. Especially nowadays, relationships are like this—I've seen far too many in the entertainment industry. Yesterday they're all all lovey-dovey, tomorrow they're doing their own thing, and then they get photographed having sex with other people."

She remarked, "Besides, Ding Heng is handsome, so he must have no shortage of girls around him. It's quite normal that you two are getting what you want."

Hua Qing remained motionless, her mind churning with thoughts.

Why don't you care?

Or is it that it's not worth paying attention to?

The reason is hard to explain in a short time.

First and foremost, emotional factors certainly play a role, and may even be the primary factor.

She was quite certain that she liked Ding Heng, even though the feelings came rather awkwardly.

Secondly: economic conditions.

Ding Heng covered almost all of her material expenses, so she didn't have to worry about money and could focus on dancing and doing what she wanted.

Furthermore: vanity.

Hua Qing didn't want to admit it, but every time she mentioned "my boyfriend" in front of her classmates' envious eyes, she did get a certain sense of satisfaction.

Finally: Pure and ultimate physiological pleasure —

Thinking of this, even though the room was dark, Hua Qing subconsciously pulled the blanket up to cover her blushing face.

It's really hard to say who will gain or lose between these girls and Ding Heng.

Furthermore, judging from what Long He just said, Long He doesn't seem to know Ding Heng's specific situation.

In her eyes, her good brother was probably just a college student who was a bit of a playboy.

Hua Qing spoke again.

"Longhe".

"Huh? You're not asleep?"

What do you think of Ding Heng?

"How can we view this?"

Long He answered without hesitation: "He's my brother."

"real?"

"Otherwise what?"

Hua Qing didn't ask any more questions.

Sure enough. Women who are obsessed with love all have one thing in common: they are the best at deceiving themselves.

"Go to sleep."

"Good night."

"Good night."

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