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

Lin Man muttered angrily.

"I joined the dance team just to have fun, make friends, expand my network, and add some experience to my resume. What's wrong with that? She just has to nitpick!"

She got more and more excited as she talked.

"When I bent over backwards incorrectly, she said my basic skills were lacking. When I spun around a couple extra times, she said I disrupted the formation. When I was ten minutes late for rehearsal, she scolded me in front of everyone, like she was scolding a primary school student!"

Normally it's one thing, but the worst thing happened was one time..."

Her facial expression became increasingly distorted.

"Once, after rehearsals, it was my birthday, and I invited a few of my girlfriends out for a late-night snack. I asked her if she wanted to come, and do you know what she said?"

Lin Man pinched her throat and imitated Hua Qing's aloof tone.

"Lin Man, instead of wasting your time treating people to late-night snacks, you should practice your basic skills more. Your current level isn't even as good as an average high school art student. I don't know how you even got into the dance team. You're always dragging the team down!"

Lin Man slammed her hand on the table again.

"It's my birthday! And she did it in front of so many people! Don't I have any dignity?!"

Ding Heng was secretly delighted after hearing this.

Hua Qing, a perfectionist with an almost obsessive passion for dance, would indeed find it hard to tolerate someone like Lin Man, who is merely going through the motions.

But why would Lin Man hold a grudge for so long over such a trivial matter?

Ding Heng asked again, "What do you plan to do after you get the photos and videos?"

"Of course, we should threaten her!"

Lin Man's eyes lit up, and an excited look appeared on her face, as if victory was just around the corner.

"Make her cry and regret in front of me, apologize to me in public! Then she can become my follower, just like the others in the dance troupe, serving me tea and water!"

Ding Heng's lips twitched slightly: "That's it?"

Lin Man nodded: "Hmm...that's it."

Ding Heng covered his mouth with one hand, unable to hold back his laughter.

"why are you laughing?"

Lin Man was baffled by his laughter.

Did I laugh?

Ding Heng composed himself and slowly stood up.

They had all sorts of elaborate schemes; I thought they were some kind of profound mystery.

They certainly have some tricks up their sleeves; they know how to win over and utilize resources and peers around them, and how to put on an act to intimidate others.

Otherwise, with her terrible dancing skills, she wouldn't have become the assistant lead dancer in the dance troupe.

But that's all...

Essentially, he's still a rich kid who's never suffered any injustice since childhood and holds a grudge if someone insults him.

Ding Heng bent down, stared into Lin Man's eyes, and slowly spoke.

"You will forget what we just had in five minutes, and then go back to class obediently."

"Snapped!"

Ding Heng snapped his fingers, turned around, and went downstairs.

Lin Man sat there, staring blankly at the empty chair in front of her and the tea that had gone cold on the table.

one second.

two seconds.

……

five minutes.

Lin Man suddenly snapped out of her daze, blinked, and looked around blankly.

What about people?

She hadn't finished speaking yet!

According to her plan, the next step should be for her to use both threats and inducements, and a combination of soft and hard tactics, to make Ding Heng obediently hand over Hua Qing's indecent photos.

How come she disappeared before she finished performing?

Lin Man scratched her head, looking completely bewildered.

"What's going on...?"

She muttered to herself, picked up her teacup, and took a sip.

Forget it, let's go.

There's training this afternoon, if I'm late I'll get teased by Hua Qing again...

Lin Man went to the dressing room, took off her cheongsam and put on her casual clothes, a loose sweatshirt and jeans, with her hair casually tied into a ponytail.

After leaving the teahouse, Lin Man got into a silver BMW parked by the roadside, started the car, and drove away.

Completely unaware that behind the glass window of a small roadside restaurant, a girl with long, pink-blue gradient hair was holding up her phone and snapping a picture of the moment she got into the car.

"Humph!"

Zhao Yanxi put down her phone and turned to Wen Jing triumphantly.

"The vixen has finally been found! Little Jingjing, you've done a great job!"

Chapter 100: The Housekeeper and the Money Bag

Wenjing scratched her head: "Yan hope, are you sure you haven't picked the wrong person?"

"You definitely didn't make a mistake!"

Zhao Yanxi held her phone up to Wenjing.

"Look, senior students at Hunan Normal University love traditional Chinese style—it all makes sense!"

She swiped the screen a few times and pulled up another photo.

“I just asked Hua Yue. Although Lin Man didn’t join the Hanfu Club, she often went to participate in activities. Especially during the two years that Sister Hua Qing was the president, she became familiar with almost everyone in the Hanfu Club.”

Wenjing looked down.

The photo shows a girl dressed in Ming Dynasty Hanfu, wearing a stand-up collar long coat and a horse-face skirt, holding a round fan in her hand, and smiling at the camera.

Her eyes and brows were alluring; she was indeed beautiful.

Wenjing pouted, looked up, and her face was full of worry.

"But... if we follow Ding Heng and he finds out, wouldn't that be bad?"

Zhao Yanxi was speechless for a moment.

Wenjing suddenly came to have dinner with her today, saying that Ding Heng had something to do.

Zhao Yanxi immediately realized something was wrong, and then, ignoring Wenjing's objections, she forcibly pulled her along and secretly hailed a taxi, following her all the way here.

Wenjing continued, "Also, it's that same old problem... Suppose this Lin Man is indeed the vixen we're looking for, what do you plan to do? We can't possibly go and pull her hair, can we?"

Zhao Yanxi opened her mouth, her face showing reluctance.

Well... she really hadn't thought it through.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the doorway.

"Boss, I'll have a plate of stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts!"

"okay!"

Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing froze at the same time, mechanically turning their heads.

Ding Heng strolled in leisurely, his demeanor natural and his steps unhurried, as if he had just happened to pass by this secluded little restaurant.

He walked up to the two girls, plopped down, and teased them with a smile.

"I knew it! The three of us are really destined to meet, even in such a remote place."

"Brother Ding, Brother Ding Heng..."

Zhao Yanxi's mind raced as she tried to find a reasonable explanation.

Before she could speak, Wenjing spoke first, her big almond-shaped eyes filled with innocence.

"Ding Heng, I just went to have dinner with Yan hope, but she insisted on dragging me here!"

Zhao Yanxi was incredulous; had she really been sold out like this?

"Little Jingjing! You're betraying your teammates, aren't you!?"

"That's just how it is..."

Ding Heng reached out and tapped each of them on the forehead.

"Boom."

"Boom."

The two of them covered their heads at the same time, looking at him with pitiful expressions.

Ding Heng withdrew his hand, both amused and exasperated: "Stop overthinking it, I have nothing to do with that Lin Man."

With his current perception, Wenjing and Zhao Yanxi's stalking behavior seemed like children playing house to him, completely lacking in secrecy.

He knew it the moment they took a taxi and followed him.

Zhao Yanxi covered her head, still unwilling to give up: "But the undergarment in the hotel that day..."

Ding Heng let out an "uh," unsure how to explain.

"Just assume it's hers, but I really have nothing to do with her. If you don't believe me..."

He held up three fingers as if to swear an oath, but Zhao Yanxi quickly rushed over and covered his mouth with her small hand.

"No, no, no! Don't talk nonsense!"