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

"Ding Heng!"

She plopped down next to Ding Heng, took his arm, and looked up at him, asking, "When did you get here?"

Ding Heng put down his phone, reached out and rubbed the girl's cheek: "I've been here for a while now, and I'm planning to take you out for a stroll this afternoon."

"Uh-huh!"

Wenjing nodded obediently, then looked around.

"Where's Yan hope? Is she still not awake?"

"She's taking a shower."

"Didn't she take a shower last night? Why did she shower again?"

Wenjing scratched her head in confusion, then looked at Ding Heng. His hair was wet, as if he had just washed it.

A moment later, the bathroom door opened.

Zhao Yanxi came out, wrapped in a bathrobe, her long, wet, light blue hair draped over her shoulders.

She walked with a limp, as if she was unwell.

Wenjing quickly stood up and asked with concern, "Yanxi, what's wrong?"

"fine."

Zhao Yanxi responded calmly, giving Ding Heng a reproachful glare.

The three of them went downstairs, ate something at a Chinese restaurant, and then drove to a nearby shopping mall.

Two girls walked ahead, arm in arm, chatting away.

Ding Heng followed behind, occasionally being pulled over to help him choose which clothes looked good.

Tired from shopping, the three of them stopped at a dessert shop to rest.

The window seat is bathed in perfect sunlight.

Wenjing sipped her milk tea slowly, while Zhao Yanxi ordered an ice cream cake.

"By the way, Brother Ding Heng."

Zhao Yanxi suddenly remembered something and put down her spoon.

"I've inquired, and the school allows second-year students to apply for dormitory accommodation. Chujiang Hotel is too far away, so how about we find a nicer place near the school?"

Ding Heng scooped up a spoonful of ice cream cake and brought it to Wen Jing's lips, glancing at Zhao Yanxi upon hearing this.

"The first two months of freshman year aren't even over yet, why are we talking about this?"

Wenjing opened her mouth to take the cake, her cheeks puffed out, and listened obediently to the two talking.

Zhao Yanxi leaned forward and opened her mouth.

"It's good to be prepared, huh?"

Helpless, Ding Heng could only scoop another spoonful of cake into Zhao Yanxi's mouth, while also making a teasing remark.

"You really can't hold back?"

"You're so annoying..."

Zhao Yanxi blushed slightly and gently kicked Ding Heng under the table.

Ding Heng smiled but remained silent.

Judging from his interactions with Zhao Yanxi over this period, although he repeatedly begged for mercy, his physical reactions didn't lie.

Overall... I quite enjoyed it.

They're already thinking about moving in together; it's just that they've had their fill of it and now they want to spend every day and night with it.

Ding Heng said seriously, "Seriously speaking, when we go to university, we should prioritize studying hard and know how to exercise restraint."

Zhao Yanxi pouted: "Whoever is being indecent knows it in their heart..."

Wenjing glanced at Ding Heng, then at Zhao Yanxi. Unable to understand their encrypted conversation, she could only silently continue drinking her milk tea.

In the afternoon, Ding Heng continued to stroll around with the two girls.

I picked out a few coats suitable for autumn for Wenjing, bought two new pairs of shoes for Zhao Yanxi, and then accompanied them to see a movie.

Seeing that it was almost time, he took the two girls back to school.

Downstairs at the girls' dormitory, Zhao Yanxi held his hand tightly.

"Brother Ding Heng, no excuses allowed next weekend!"

"Don't worry, I'll definitely do it next time!"

"It's a deal then!"

Zhao Yanxi tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek, then turned and ran into the building.

After sending Wenjing back to Hubei University, Ding Heng turned around and found a secluded corner.

Reel start.

Wuling, hotel room.

Hua Qing had just finished her classes for the day and was taking a shower in her room.

Ding Heng returned to his room and heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. He went straight over and opened the door.

Hua Qing was standing under the showerhead, with warm water flowing down her body.

She was startled and instinctively covered her chest.

"How...how did you get in?!"

Ding Heng leaned against the door frame, deliberately teasing her.

"Senior, your door isn't closed?"

"Huh, it's not off!?"

Hua Qing clearly remembered closing the door...

Ding Heng sighed, "She took a shower without closing the door. Luckily, I came back in time."

Hua Qing pouted and slowly lowered her hand.

"Thank you."

She continued showering, no longer bothering to cover herself.

Anyway, men have already seen everything, both what they should and shouldn't have seen.

Ding Heng leaned against the doorframe: "Senior hasn't answered my question yet. Should I go back tonight, or stay until tomorrow?"

Hua Qing squeezed out some shampoo and rubbed it into her hair.

"I'm fine with anything, but you probably have class tomorrow, so let's leave tonight."

"Why is my senior so considerate of me?"

Hua Qing ignored him and continued washing her hair.

"But before you go back, come have a meal with me. It's arranged by Qianqian's family, and her uncle will be there too."

"Do we have to go?"

Ding Heng could guess the situation at this meal even if he didn't know better: Qianqian's uncle was begging his sister to create an opportunity for him to pursue Hua Qing.

Hua Qing rinsed the foam off her head: "Qianqian's mom is very good to me. I've made fifty or sixty thousand yuan through her, so I can't refuse."

"That!"

Ding Heng readily agreed.

After taking a shower, Hua Qing didn't bother to dress up. She wore a beige knit sweater and dark trousers, a simple and elegant look.

The two drove to a high-end restaurant in Wuling.

Hua Qing took Ding Heng's arm, and as the door to the private room opened, Qianqian's mother greeted them warmly.

"Teacher Hua is here! Come in, come in quickly!"

Qianqian followed behind, obediently calling out "Teacher Hua".

Only one person stood there, stunned.

A man in his mid-twenties, dressed in a carefully chosen casual suit, his hair neatly combed.

Seeing Hua Qing walk in arm in arm with a man, her face looked like she had eaten shit.

Qianqian's mother, being a presentable person, reacted quickly, asking with a smile, "Teacher Hua, is this your boyfriend? What's your name?"

Ding Heng greeted him politely, "Hello, Ding Heng!"

Hua Qing replied politely, "He happened to be picking me up in Wuling, so we came together."

"More people, more chopsticks! Please sit down!"

Qianqian's mother remained enthusiastic and turned around to glare at her younger brother.

That look clearly said—behave yourself and don't embarrass me.

The man sat down awkwardly, but his eyes kept glancing at Ding Heng.

What was originally a "blind date" banquet turned into a dead end, and the conversation naturally turned back to Qianqian.

"Teacher Hua."

Qianqian's mother placed a piece of food on Huaqing's plate: "Do you really think our Qianqian can get into the Beijing Dance Academy?"

Hua Qing put down her chopsticks and began to speak earnestly.

"Qianqian has excellent potential. She has a good body proportion, is flexible enough, and her dance sense is outstanding among her peers. As long as she can maintain this level over the next six months, it's not impossible for her to get into Beijing Dance Academy."

She paused, then looked at Qianqian.

"But there are a few things to pay attention to, the first being weight."

Qianqian blushed and lowered her head.

Hua Qing continued, "When you go to take the exam, the examiners will first look at your physical data. It's not that being thin is necessarily good, but if you take the exam at this weight, the examiners' first impression will be that you lack self-discipline. You'll lose points on that first impression, and it will be difficult to make up for it later."