Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

Ding Heng: Why would you think that?

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】: Every time you chat with me, you only say a few words... but you chatted with Yan hope all the way.

Even through the phone, Ding Heng could smell the sourness of grievance.

Is he... jealous of Zhao Yanxi?

Ding Heng found it amusing, yet also somewhat surprising.

[Ding Heng]: I mainly think you and Zhao Yanxi are different.

[Ding Heng]: You are a rather quiet girl.

[Ding Heng]: I'm afraid that if I say too much, I'll make a mistake, and if I say something wrong, I might annoy you.

[Ding Heng]: [Scratching head, embarrassed.jpg]

On the other side, Wenjing lay on her side on her small bed, her face quickly turning red.

Through the segmented text and the rapidly appearing information, she could almost feel Ding Heng's urgency.

Especially that line—"I think you're different from Zhao Yanxi."

Although it was just words, it felt as if Ding Heng was whispering in her ear.

A mix of emotions, including shyness, joy, and sweetness.

Wenjing blushed, her fingers trembling as she pressed the voice input button. She brought the phone to her lips and spoke in a softer, more timid voice than usual:

"I won't hate you... I can talk to you more..."

After saying that, she threw her phone aside, buried her burning face in the pillow, and her heart was pounding wildly.

But as time ticked by, the boy's reply never came...

Ding Heng slumped back in front of the computer, and a red light flashed on the screen.

"Defeat!"

The headphones instantly erupted in chaos.

"Ding—Chu—!!!"

"You ate all the minions! We were counting on you to deal damage! And you just sat there AFK for five minutes!"

"Reported! Reported! This Vayne player is such a terrible actor!"

Ding Heng knew he was in the wrong, but he still stubbornly insisted on his point.

"Don't yell, don't yell! The mouse was malfunctioning just now. Let's start the next game!"

After saying that, he picked up his phone and opened the voice message that Wenjing had sent five minutes earlier.

"I won't hate you... I can talk to you more..."

The girl's voice was shy and soft, clearly transmitted into the game's voice channel through the headset.

There was a moment of silence in the headphones.

immediately--

"Holy shit?!"

"Ding Heng! You son of a bitch!!!"

"Mouse malfunction?! Are you fucking heart malfunctioning?! You're just chatting with girls, why are you lying to your brothers?"

Ding Heng slapped his forehead.

"Grass!"

I forgot to turn off my game microphone!

He quickly switched back to WeChat, and Wenjing sent him several more messages:

【Good Luck Xiaojing】: [Little Rabbit Peeking Out.jpg]

【Good Luck Xiaojing】: [Little Rabbit Poking Finger.jpg]

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】: Are you still busy?

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】: Did I say something wrong?

[Lucky Xiaojing]: ...

Several messages were sent at intervals, and Ding Heng could almost imagine Wen Jing's psychological state, from tentative to uneasy, and then to a little aggrieved.

[Ding Heng]: No, no! I was just playing a game.

As expected, Wenjing replied immediately.

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】: [Little Rabbit blushing.jpg.]

[Ding Heng]: From now on, you can chat with me every day. Once you get used to it, you won't feel awkward anymore.

[Good Luck Xiao Jing]: So... what should we talk about?

[Ding Heng]: Let's start with the simplest thing. How about saying good morning and good night every day? Consider it... a check-in?

There was silence for a few seconds.

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】: Okay.

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】: [Little rabbit saluting sweetly.jpg]

Ding Heng took off his headphones, rubbed his ears which were a little numb from his teammates yelling, and let out a long sigh.

At the same time, the system interface reappeared:

[The Record of Redemption: Wenjing]

[Current Status: The Corrupted Nun]

Purification level: 15%

A direct increase of 4%?

Ding Heng leaned back in his chair, his eyes growing increasingly excited.

It seems I've figured out a bit of the trick...

Chapter 11: What game characters do you like?

The next morning at 8:00 AM.

Ding Heng, who had been playing games with his classmates until 5 a.m. last night, was abruptly pulled from his sleep by his pre-set phone alarm.

I have to take my driving test (Part 4) today and get my driver's license, so I can't oversleep.

He closed his eyes and fumbled to turn off the alarm clock. His eyelids felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. It took him a while to barely open them.

I picked up my phone and saw a WeChat notification for an unread message sent an hour ago. The message contained only two simple words: "Good morning."

Goodness, he can still get up at seven in the morning after the college entrance exam?

He slid his finger across the lock screen, pressed the voice button, and mumbled into the microphone, "Is that all? There's no sincerity in saying good morning."

He then tossed his phone aside, rolled over, and prepared to take another five minutes to nap.

He didn't really have any expectations. He was just waking up and his mind was still foggy. He wanted to tease the girl who was as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, thinking that she would probably be at a loss or just send a blank emoji.

However, less than half a minute later, the phone vibrated again.

Ding Heng opened the message with his eyes half-open and half-closed, and a picture popped up.

The girl lay on her back on the bed, her gaze directed downwards from her chest, her legs raised high without any restraint, her feet pressed against the headboard.

Her long, shapely thighs gleamed in the morning light, the taut lines of her legs stretching out into her slender calves and ankles, tightly encased in pink stockings.

The elegant curve formed by the arch and instep allows glimpses of the toe gaps to be seen through the light.

Like two strawberry ice creams, they are so tempting on this hot summer day that you want to lick and bite them.

The loose hem of her pajamas slipped down a bit because of the upward-facing shot, revealing a section of her fair waist and the faint outline of her hip bones.

Her waist and abdomen are flat and firm, without a trace of excess fat, and due to her posture, the curves of her waist curve inward, making her look exceptionally slender.

Ding Heng's drowsiness vanished instantly, and he thought to himself, "Wow!"

Did I misjudge the situation?

Is Wenjing really that perceptive?

wrong!

Upon closer inspection, Ding Heng immediately noticed something amiss.

Those legs are ridiculously long, the proportions are impeccable.

Her waist was thin and flat, with faint muscle lines visible, completely unlike the delicate, slightly chubby figure of Wenjing.

Ding Heng quickly exited the image and looked at the ID—【Lucky Zhao】!

[Ding Heng]: You got up pretty early.

[Lucky Zhao]: [Bitter face.jpg]

[Zhao the Fortune]: There's no way around it, it's a habit my dad developed at the police academy. He's been getting up at seven o'clock every day for decades without fail, and I have to get up for breakfast too, even on holidays.

[Lucky Zhao]: I've shown my sincerity, you'll have to help me out later.

[Ding Heng]: Help with what?

[Lucky Zhao]: My new computer arrived! But there are so many things I don't understand, can you help me?

[Ding Heng]: I'm only half-baked, just messing around. If you really can't handle it, go to a computer mall and spend some money to find a shop; it'll save you the trouble.

[Lucky Zhao]: [Crying][Crying][Crying]

Ding Heng looked at the three consecutive crying emojis and gave a helpless bitter smile.

Could Zhao Yanxi be mistaking him for a "computer expert"?

[Ding Heng]: Okay, but it has to be this afternoon. I need to take the fourth part of the driving test in the morning and then get my driver's license.

[Lucky Zhao]: OK!