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

Wenjing sighed, "There's no need to make it so ceremonial..."

"Why wouldn't it be necessary?"

Zhao Yanxi put away her phone and put her arm around Wenjing's shoulder: "Xiaojingjing! At midnight on January 3rd, the first birthday wish Ding Heng receives must be from the two of us!"

Wenjing was swayed by what she said, but she still felt uneasy.

"But……"

"But what 'but'?"

Zhao Yanxi interrupted, "We're already here, there's no turning back. Let's go to the hotel first, let's go!"

Wenjing said "Oh" and obediently followed.

The taxi drove through the city streets and finally stopped in front of a boutique hotel.

After checking in, the two tossed their luggage into the room, and Zhao Yanxi started scrolling through her phone: "It's still early, let's go out for a walk!"

Wenjing had just sat down when she heard this and stood up again: "What are you looking for?"

"Shanghai! We're already here, we can't just stay in the hotel, can we?"

Zhao Yanxi had already picked up her bag and was walking out. "I just checked the map. The Bund isn't far from here. Let's go!"

Wenjing had no choice but to follow.

On the second day of the new year, the streets of Shanghai were packed with people as tourists made the most of their last moments to go on a shopping spree.

Zhao Yanxi was like a wild horse, dragging Wenjing as she dodged and weaved through the crowd.

Wenjing was so dizzy from being pulled that she ended up with more and more bags in her hands.

She now strongly suspects that Zhao Yanxi is just making excuses to come to Shanghai to go on a shopping spree!

"Yan hope... Yan hope, slow down..."

"Oh, it's alright, it's alright, I'll hold it for you!"

Zhao Yanxi took the bags, but her gaze was drawn to the milk tea shop on the roadside.

"Let's go, let's go! This milk tea shop is only available in Shanghai, let's grab a couple of cups!"

After queuing for half an hour, the two continued shopping with their milk tea in hand.

Zhao Yanxi found everything fascinating. One moment she was taking pictures of old buildings, the next she was dragging Wenjing to try on all sorts of exaggerated sunglasses, and then she couldn't tear herself away from the handicraft stalls on the roadside.

As we strolled along, the sun began to set.

Wenjing glanced at her phone; it was already four in the afternoon. "Yanxi, shouldn't we go back?"

Zhao Yanxi was drooling over a jewelry store window when she heard this, and without turning her head, she said, "What's the rush? The concert isn't until tonight."

"But didn't you say we needed to change clothes and put on makeup..."

"That's right!"

Zhao Yanxi suddenly realized what was happening and grabbed Wenjing again, saying, "Quick, quick, let's go back!"

The two ran back to the hotel, panting, and rushed into the room to start messing around.

After Wenjing finished showering, Zhao Yanxi immediately pressed her to the bedside and pulled a dress out of a box and handed it to her.

A cream-colored knitted dress with a cinched waist and a hemline above the knee.

"Isn't this... a bit too short?"

"It's not short, it's not short, you try it!"

Wenjing changed into a dress and stood in front of the mirror.

The dress fit perfectly, with a waistline that was just right, and the curves of the chest were clearly defined.

The skirt was indeed a bit short, revealing most of her thighs.

Combined with her quiet yet alluring figure, she's sure to get any man's blood pumping!

Zhao Yanxi looked him up and down, then nodded in satisfaction: "Beautiful!"

Wenjing clutched her skirt, a little uncomfortable: "Isn't it too..."

"No, no!"

Zhao Yanxi interrupted her and took out a necklace from the box and put it on her: "We'll just wrap it in a long down jacket and not let anyone see it."

Having won over Wenjing, Zhao Yanxi began to experiment with herself.

Her bright light blue hair was piled high, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck.

A burgundy velvet dress with a perfectly low neckline.

The skirt is fitted at the waist and reaches the knee, paired with black ankle boots.

Sexy yet retaining a youthful vivacity...

Zhao Yanxi turned around in front of the mirror and then touched up her lipstick.

Wenjing couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "Yan hope, is it really necessary to be so serious?"

"Of course it's necessary!"

Zhao Yanxi pursed her lips in front of the mirror: "This is the first time we're celebrating his birthday, so we have to make sure it's a memorable one!"

A slight smile played on her lips, but she inwardly scoffed.

I don't care what big star you are!

With Wenjing and I teaming up, how could we possibly be a match for them!

Chapter 133: The Girls at the Concert

Half an hour before the concert started, Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing squeezed into the venue with the crowd.

The ticket was purchased by Zhao Yanxi through a middleman at a high price. The seat wasn't very good; it was in the middle of the stands, quite far from the stage.

But as long as she can get in, that's fine, since she didn't come specifically to chase after celebrities.

Just as the two girls reached their seats, a figure suddenly appeared and blocked their way.

Longhe's agent—Sister Song!

Sister Song smiled and said, "Little sister, do you still recognize me?"

Zhao Yanxi gave an awkward laugh: "Sister Song? What are you doing here..."

"Mr. Ding asked me to show you the way. He has reserved a VIP room for you two."

"Ding Heng!?"

Zhao Yanxi was stunned for a moment.

Wenjing was equally bewildered and subconsciously tugged at Zhao Yanxi's sleeve.

"Yan hope, does Ding Heng know we're here?"

Sister Song smiled without saying a word, and turned to the side to make a gesture of invitation.

"Gentlemen, please come with me."

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Front row VIP area.

Ding Heng leaned back in his chair, scrolling through his phone listlessly.

Hua Qing was pulled backstage by Long He's team for a final confirmation, leaving him sitting alone.

All around him were couples, all lovey-dovey and affectionate, which made his eyes hurt.

"Old Ding?!"

A familiar voice came from behind.

Ding Heng turned his head and saw Chen Mo waving at him. Next to him was a short-haired girl with black-rimmed glasses and a typical academic face.

Chen Mo squeezed through the crowd, exclaiming in surprise, "What brings you here?"

Ding Heng smiled awkwardly: "I came to see the concert, of course."

Chen Mo and his girlfriend sat down next to Ding Heng.

"Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, Su Ke."

He then turned to Su Ke: "This is Ding Heng, the one I told you about. He's from our dorm. He's the one who helped us get the tickets."

Su Ke nodded politely: "Hello, thank you for your ticket."

Ding Heng waved his hand: "Hello, no need to be so polite!"

Chen Mo looked around and suddenly asked, "Old Ding, are you alone?"

Ding Heng smiled wryly: "Is it strange that I'm alone?"

"No, no..."

Chen Mo scratched his head: "I'm just curious, you're usually so popular with girls, why did you come all this way to see the concert by yourself?"

Ding Heng shrugged: "There's nothing I can do, I'm just a die-hard fan of Longhe."

Su Ke's eyes lit up: "You're also a die-hard fan of Long He?"

"Of course!"

Ding Heng said in a serious tone: "I've been following Longhe since I was three years old."

They both took it as a joke and laughed heartily.

It's exactly eight o'clock.

The lights dimmed, plunging the entire venue into darkness.

The next second, the large screen on the stage lit up, the music blared, and four figures were slowly lifted up by a lift platform.

The cheers were deafening.

The opening sequence of group songs, featuring energetic dances, completely ignited the atmosphere.