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

He devoured a preserved vegetable and braised pork pancake in a few bites, casually finished off a grilled sausage, licked his lips, and then his gaze fell on the milk tea shop by the roadside.

"that……"

"Want to drink?"

"Ok!"

Ding Heng had no choice but to buy his brother another cup of milk tea.

"Delicious!"

Longhe skipped and hopped forward, holding her milk tea, her two braids swaying behind her.

"Don't you usually drink?"

“Our agent demands that we control our diet, always saying that this is high in calories and that is high in carbohydrates. If we gain two ounces on the scale, he’ll nag us for ages.”

Long He sounded aggrieved, which filled Ding Heng with doubt.

"Wait a minute, I remember your fans saying you're a foodie and have a naturally slim physique, right?"

You really believe that?

Long He glanced at Bai Dingheng.

"It's just a persona, an act. If I really ate like that, I'd be as fat as a pig by now!"

Longhe took a satisfied sip of milk tea and sighed.

"For example, I post pictures of milk tea every day on Weibo, but I didn't actually drink it until three months ago. I was shooting an advertisement for a milk tea brand, and because I was craving it, I drank an extra cup, and my agent nagged me for a long time."

"Forehead……"

Ding Heng was surprised to hear this.

Good grief, are all relationships in the entertainment industry fake?

"That's right."

Long He suddenly realized: "You follow me on Weibo?"

Ding Heng didn't mince words and frankly admitted, "I still occasionally check your super topic to see how you've been doing lately."

"Oh……"

Longhe took another sip of milk tea, feeling sweet inside: "Since you care about your brother, why don't you just ask on WeChat?"

"There's nothing I can do; your job is special after all."

Ding Heng couldn't describe how he felt when he first saw Longhe trending on Weibo.

He shuddered in that instant, knowing in his heart that a pitifully thick barrier had already separated him from his best friend...

The two continued walking forward, crossing a small square, and arrived at the very center of the university town's crowds.

The light from the streetlights filtered through the branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Longhe slowed down and sipped his milk tea slowly.

Ding Heng walked beside her without saying a word.

After a moment of silence, Long He suddenly spoke.

"Ding Heng".

"Ok?"

"You know, what if I didn't become a celebrity..."

Her voice was light and airy: "Does that mean we can often stroll around the university together like this?"

Ding Heng turned his head, and Long He's eyes were filled with longing, completely immersed in his fantasy.

"Maybe I can even get into university and become a regular student. Going to get out of class every day, eating out and shopping, going out to have fun on weekends... How great would that be!"

"Uh... unlikely."

"What?"

"Sister Long, you should wake up. You couldn't even get into high school, and you still want to go to university?"

Ding Heng showed no mercy and ruthlessly shattered his brother's illusions.

Long He suddenly raised his head and glared fiercely at Ding Heng.

"You, you, you!"

She punched Ding Heng in the shoulder with considerable force, clearly showing she was genuinely angry.

"I have such a bad temper!"

She punched him again: "How dare you say that? You're mainly responsible for my failing high school entrance exam! If I hadn't been influenced by you when I was little, I, Sister Long, would have easily gotten into Tsinghua or Peking University!"

Ding Heng smiled and dodged, "Yes, yes, Sister Long is the best."

"Humph!"

Long He snorted and continued walking forward.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly slowed down and looked back at Ding Heng.

"I was just saying that in anger, don't take it to heart..."

Ding Heng knew that Long He was afraid that he would feel guilty.

They grew up together, lived in the same courtyard, attended the same primary school, and the same junior high school.

He was a real troublemaker back then, taking her along like brothers from the Young and Dangerous movies, skipping school to play video games, and once even breaking his leg while climbing a wall and a tree...

If I had to say, it was indeed I who led Longhe astray.

Looking back now, I feel quite guilty.

The two continued walking, passing through a small alley, and arrived at a relatively secluded corner.

Long He's hands hung at his sides, very close to Ding Heng.

She moved slightly, lifting her fingers up and then lowering them again.

A few seconds later, she raised her hand again and reached out towards Ding Heng. Her fingertips touched the back of the man's hand very lightly, like a feather brushing against it, and then she quickly withdrew her hand.

Ding Heng felt a slight touch, looked down at the back of his hand, and then looked at Long He.

Long He turned his face away, pretending to look at the leaves, his ear tips turning slightly red.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ding Heng decisively reached out and put his arm around Long He's shoulder, pulling her into his embrace.

In an instant, Long He was stunned into silence.

"What are you doing?!"

"Didn't you want to hold hands? Why don't we get a little closer?"

"Who wants to hold hands?!"

Long He nestled in his arms, her voice muffled.

"I...I just had nothing better to do..."

"Oh, I'm just idle."

Ding Heng continued to hold her, without letting go.

Longhe struggled, but couldn't break free.

Then she gave up and nestled obediently in Ding Heng's arms.

After a moment of silence, Long He spoke again in a low voice.

"Ding Heng".

"Ok?"

"What do you think we are...?"

"It's normal for good brothers to put their arms around each other's shoulders, don't overthink it."

"Too……"

The two fell silent again, and after a while, Ding Heng suddenly spoke.

"Sister Long".

"Ok?"

"I need a favor..."

Long He lifted his head from Ding Heng's embrace and expressed himself generously.

"Why are you beating around the bush with me, Sister Long? Just say what you mean!"

Are you going to rehearse for a variety show tomorrow?

"Yeah, so what?"

Ding Heng hesitated, carefully considering his words.

"Um... Hua Qing will also be on that episode."

Long He's face instantly fell. She stepped out of Ding Heng's arms, stood up straight, and stared intently.

She asked, "Ding Heng, what do you mean?"

Ding Heng chuckled awkwardly: "It doesn't mean anything..."

Long He narrowed his eyes: "Do you really think I would make things difficult for her?"

Ding Heng was speechless.

Long He's expression gradually became aggrieved, almost exactly the same as Hua Qing's reaction that day.

"Do you think I'm an unreasonable person?"

Ding Heng: "?"

Did I mean that?

Long He went a step further: "Besides, I wasn't the one who started it last time!"