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

He can't concentrate on regular classes, let alone electives.

For the entire class period, they either played on their phones or remained quiet.

Wenjing was so bothered by him that she couldn't concentrate on the lesson. She blushed and glared at him, but dared not make a sound.

After class, Ding Heng drove to a photography studio in the city center.

Because Zhao Yanxi agreed to take promotional photos for Hua Yue, Ding Heng had to go and be her photographer, and also drag Wen Jing along for the fun.

Ding Heng pushed the door open and went in. Zhao Yanxi was standing in front of the mirror, and Hua Yue was helping her tidy her clothes.

"Brother Ding Heng!"

Zhao Yanxi rushed over immediately and buried her face in Ding Heng's arms.

Ding Heng was knocked back half a step and gently put his arm around the girl.

"Stop being so affectionate, your makeup isn't finished yet."

Hua Yue called out from behind, "This photo studio is very expensive per hour! Our agency has limited funds! Hurry up!"

Zhao Yanxi stepped out of Ding Heng's arms and playfully stuck out her tongue.

Wenjing peeked out from behind Ding Heng, curiously looking around.

Hua Yue's eyes lit up: "Wenjing! Do you want to take a set too?"

Two stunning beauties—the promotional effect will definitely be greater than the sum of its parts!

Wenjing shook her head decisively: "I was born a student of Hubei University, and I will die a student of Hubei University. Unlike some people who are traitors!"

Zhao Yanxi was immediately displeased upon hearing this.

"Hey! Who are you calling a traitor?"

"Someone from Central South University went to take pictures of the Normal University..."

"Hey, how dare you make snide remarks about me, you have some nerve, Wen Cairen!"

Zhao Yanxi rushed over and started arguing with Wen Jing, while Ding Heng stood to the side with a slight smile on his lips.

Recently, Wenjing's changes have been visible to the naked eye; she's even started telling witty remarks.

"Alright, alright, hurry up and finish filming and leave, don't waste my time."

Hua Yue rolled her eyes and dragged Zhao Yanxi to the front of the set.

She prepared a snow-white Han-style long dress for Zhao Yanxi.

The style is a cross-collar, waist-length ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress). The upper garment is made of plain white gauze, embroidered with elegant silver patterns, and the collar and cuffs are embroidered with delicate lotus scrolls.

The skirt is a moon-white pleated skirt with a large hem and excellent drape.

A silver-white palace sash was tied around her waist, with delicate tassels hanging down.

Half of her long hair was secured with a white jade hairpin, while the rest was draped over her shoulders.

Her makeup was light, with only blush and lipstick, which made her look elegant and refined.

She stood in the ancient-style setting, with a carved wooden window behind her, reflecting the snow-white pear blossoms.

Ding Heng raised his camera and pointed the lens at Zhao Yanxi.

"Okay, sit there and don't move."

Zhao Yanxi obediently posed, and the shutter clicked...

Filming continued until 6 p.m.

Ding Heng put down the camera: "I'll give it to you within three days."

"Okay, then I won't be a third wheel."

Hua Yue leaned over for a look, nodded in satisfaction, and packed her things to leave.

"Let's go, let's go quickly."

Zhao Yanxi shoved Hua Yue to the door, then suddenly lowered her voice: "What if Lin Man doesn't accept your WeChat account after you gave it to me last time?"

Hua Yue shrugged: "I'm just responsible for giving it to you, I don't guarantee it will pass."

"What about the meeting?"

"Wait a little longer, don't rush... I'm thinking of a way. You don't want the vixen to become suspicious, do you?"

"Hua Yue?"

Zhao Yanxi asked suspiciously, "You're not trying to fool me, are you?"

Hua Yue patted her shoulder: "You have to be patient. Right now, you're in the shadows while she's in the light. No matter what, you have the advantage!"

Wenjing leaned closer and asked, "What are you two talking about?"

"It's nothing."

Zhao Yanxi doesn't plan to bring Wen Jing in yet, fearing she might become a "spy" and inform on Ding Heng.

Hua Yue took the opportunity to slip downstairs, and Zhao Yanxi turned to Ding Heng.

"Brother Ding Heng, what's next?"

"Let's grab a bite to eat and go back to school, what else do you want to do?"

Zhao Yanxi pouted, but didn't have much of an objection.

"Let's go then."

Aren't you going to change your clothes?

Zhao Yanxi looked down at her Hanfu and smiled charmingly: "I'm too lazy to change. Don't I look good in this?"

Wenjing muttered, "What a show-off."

Zhao Yanxi, with her sharp ears, immediately turned her head away.

"What did you say, Wen Cairen?"

"He didn't say anything."

"I heard everything you said; you're slandering me!"

"You heard it, yet you still ask."

"Hey!"

The two started arguing again, all the way to the parking lot.

The fifth floor of the shopping mall houses a Cantonese restaurant.

Three people sat down by the window.

Zhao Yanxi ordered a table full of food, and Wenjing muttered to herself as she ate, "So much money again," but her chopsticks never stopped moving.

Ding Heng suddenly spoke up: "Since we're already here, I'll buy you a bag later."

Zhao Yanxi's eyes lit up instantly.

"real or fake?"

"Didn't I promise you last time? It's almost the end of the month, you have to keep your word."

Zhao Yanxi excitedly rushed over and gave Ding Heng a big kiss on the cheek: "Mua!! Brother Ding Heng is the best in the world!"

Wenjing swallowed the roast goose in her mouth: "Buy more buns? Meat buns and char siu buns?"

Remembering Ding Heng's earlier warning, Zhao Yanxi immediately changed her expression and moved closer to Wenjing, adding food to her bowl.

"Jingjing~ You've lost weight recently, eat more."

Wenjing looked at Zhao Yanxi's fawning smile and immediately became extremely wary.

Unsolicited kindness is either a sign of ulterior motives or theft!

After dinner, the three drove to the only Hermès boutique in Changsha.

As soon as they reached the door, Wenjing's heart stopped, and she stared wide-eyed at Zhao Yanxi, demanding, "Zhao Yanxi! What kind of bag are you buying?!"

Although she didn't know much about Hermès, she recognized the brand and knew that the store looked expensive.

Zhao Yanxi gave an awkward laugh.

She originally thought Ding Heng would at most get her an LV or something, but she didn't expect him to go straight for Hermes.

"Um... just... browsing around?"

Wenjing's eyes widened even more.

Just browsing?

She didn't dare believe a single word Zhao Yanxi said.

Ding Heng pushed open the door and went in: "Let's go."

He didn't want to show off; he just wanted to remove Zhao Yanxi's charm in one go.

Luxury goods are something you'll realize are just so-so once you own them.

Wenjing gently tugged at Ding Heng's sleeve, her round face filled with grievance.

Her intuition told her that if she stepped through that door today, she would definitely suffer a massive hemorrhage.

Zhao Yanxi was a little embarrassed: "Brother Ding Heng, how about we just forget about it? I didn't really want it that much..."

Ding Heng patted Wenjing's head: "Don't be reluctant, just think of it as going in to broaden your horizons."

Since the man had spoken, Wenjing couldn't force him any further.

However, before entering the door, she couldn't help but cast a resentful glance at Zhao Yanxi!

Stare~ Stare~

Zhao Yanxi shrank her neck, pretending not to see.

The shop was quiet, with a faint fragrance in the air.

The warm yellow light illuminated the bags, scarves, jewelry, and other items in the display case.