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

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Hua Qing remained silent, but Ding Heng picked up a screwdriver and gently tapped her head.

"My dear senior, now that you're going to the Beijing Dance Academy, you'd better not be so careless with your interpersonal relationships, or you might offend someone unexpectedly."

Hua Qing covered her head, pouted, and glared defiantly.

How come I'm being lectured by Ding Heng when I'm clearly older than him?

The gaming chair was finally assembled, and Ding Heng clapped his hands.

"Senior, try sitting on it."

Hua Qing sat on it and bounced around a couple of times to make sure it was stable.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ding Heng suddenly leaned the back of his chair back.

Hua Qing was caught off guard and fell backward, but Ding Heng grabbed her ankle.

Thanks to Hua Qing's supple, boneless waist, Ding Heng once again folded her up and firmly controlled her on the gaming chair.

Hua Qing was extremely ashamed and indignant: "What are you doing!"

Ding Heng leaned down: "Senior, you're being paranoid. I need to teach you a lesson you won't forget."

"abnormal!"

Hua Qing's mild and ineffective curses were of no use in stopping Ding Heng from taking off her shoes and socks, revealing her smooth and fair soles.

"Don't worry, senior, I won't spank you today."

"Where do you want to hit..."

"Hey."

Ding Heng smiled without saying a word, took out a ruler from the toolbox, and gently ran the right-angled tip across Hua Qing's sole.

Feeling the cool, wooden touch, Hanaharu's toes instinctively curled up.

Ding Heng smiled and said, "Same old rules. One hundred strokes, senior, you can count them yourself."

Hua Qing glared at him, squeezing out a single word through gritted teeth.

"one."

The ruler fell.

"Snapped."

Chapter 122: Full of Suspicious Points

Around noon.

Ding Heng stood in front of the stove, stirring the noodles in the pot with chopsticks.

The bathroom door was ajar, and the sound of running water could be heard.

Hua Qing sat on a low stool, holding a showerhead to wash her feet.

The warm water washed over my feet, taking away the sticky feeling. Red marks appeared on my fair soles, the imprints left by the ruler.

Hua Qing squeezed out the ointment Ding Heng had given her and rubbed her soles vigorously, her face burning hot.

She never expected that Ding Heng would make her do that kind of thing with her feet after hitting her feet.

"abnormal."

Hua Qing muttered something under her breath and continued rubbing.

"Scumbag."

Rub it a couple more times.

"nausea."

The sound of water stopped.

She straightened up, grabbed a towel, and dried her feet.

Because of the long-term use of the ointment, the thick calluses that I had developed from dancing have completely disappeared, my toe joints are smooth and clean, and the cracks on my heels have also completely disappeared.

Her entire foot was incredibly white and smooth, gleaming with a warm, jade-like luster under the light.

"..."

Hua Qing stared at her feet, examining them closely, as the scene from earlier flashed through her mind.

Ding Heng gripped her ankle tightly, gently stroking it with both hands, and then...

Hua Qing shook her head violently and turned the screen away.

That jerk! What does he think of her prized feet?!

Who knows what other bizarre new ways to play might come up in the future...

Hua Qing hung the towel back up, put on her slippers, and pushed open the bathroom door.

In the living room, Ding Heng placed two bowls of noodles on the dining table and handed over chopsticks: "Just a simple meal for lunch."

Hua Qing hummed in agreement and walked over to sit down.

Neither of them mentioned what had just happened; they each ate their noodles in silence, occasionally picking up a side dish with their chopsticks.

After Hua Qing swallowed the last bite of noodles, she looked up and asked, "You have class this afternoon, right?"

Ding Heng put down his chopsticks: "I've already skipped two classes this morning, senior, you don't want me to skip again this afternoon, do you?"

"Why did you start skipping classes in your freshman year?"

"There's no way around it, there's just not enough time."

"It's all your own doing, juggling so many relationships..."

Hua Qing couldn't help but mutter to herself, her voice very soft, but Ding Heng heard it clearly.

He leaned closer with a mischievous grin and asked, "What are you muttering about, senior?"

"N-nothing."

Hua Qing quickly picked up the bowl and drank the soup, her toes instinctively clenching tightly inside her slippers.

I don't want to be punished again...

After finishing his noodles, Ding Heng cleaned up the dishes.

"Then I'll go first."

"Oh."

Hua Qing stood up and went to the entrance to put on her shoes.

Ding Heng turned to look at her: "Where are you going, senior?"

Hua Qing buried her head in tying her shoelaces: "Can't I go out for a walk by myself?"

The two went out together, took the elevator, and went downstairs to the parking lot.

Hua Qing was about to walk towards her white new energy vehicle when suddenly a hand reached out and wrapped around her waist.

"Eh..."

Before Hua Qing could react, Ding Heng had already pulled her into his arms.

"What are you doing! Aren't you going to class?"

Ding Heng opened the passenger door and gently pushed Hua Qing inside.

"It's more important to keep my senior company."

"Don't skip class."

Hua Qing struggled to get out of the car: "Besides, I didn't put on makeup or change my clothes..."

She was wearing a simple sweatshirt and casual pants, her hair was simply tied in a ponytail, and she had no makeup on.

I didn't realize anything was wrong while I was at home, but I only realized the problem now that I'm about to go out.

In Hua Qing's subconscious, she must dress formally when going out with Ding Heng.

Ding Heng held her down and bent down to help her fasten her seatbelt.

"No need, senior is already pretty enough."

"All you do is say nice things..."

Hua Qing's pretty face flushed slightly, and she stopped struggling.

She sat obediently in the passenger seat, letting Ding Heng close the door and walk around to the driver's seat.

As the car slowly drove out of the residential area, Hua Qing leaned back in her seat, watching the street scene rushing past the window, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

……

The car stopped near the shopping plaza.

Ding Heng parked the car, took Hua Qing's hand, and walked into the crowd.

As soon as I entered the mall, I bumped into two people.

Hua Qing paused in her steps.

Lin Man, and He Li from the dance troupe.

What a coincidence!

Besides... why would Lin Man go shopping in such a remote mall?

The two groups stared at each other for a second before He Li spoke first: "Senior Hua Qing? What a coincidence!"

Hua Qing asked in confusion, "Hmm... What a coincidence, how did you end up so far away?"

He Li responded, "My home is nearby, and Lin Man happened to come to visit me."

"is it?"