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

Ding Heng put his arm around her shoulder and walked towards the car: "I'll give Sister Hua Qing a ride home on the way, and let her keep you company tonight."

Wenjing asked, puzzled, "Keep me company? Why would you keep me company?"

I might not be sleeping in the hotel tonight.

Ding Heng opened the car door and shoved her into the passenger seat: "I was afraid you'd be scared by yourself."

Wenjing muttered, "I'm already so old..."

The three returned to the Chujiang Hotel and took the elevator to the 27th floor.

Ding Heng saw the two girls to the door and waved his hand, saying, "Get some rest. Call me if you need anything."

Wenjing nodded obediently: "Okay, drive carefully."

Hua Qing, who was standing to the side, didn't say anything, but her gaze lingered on Ding Heng's face for a moment.

Ding Heng met her gaze and smiled knowingly: "Senior, you have class tomorrow too!"

Hua Qing trembled upon hearing this, lowered her head to avoid eye contact, and muttered again under her breath—"Scumbag!"

After leaving the hotel, Ding Heng drove westward through several blocks before turning into an upscale villa district.

The guard post pole was placed across the entrance, and Ding Heng parked his car and rolled down the window.

The security guard approached and politely asked, "Hello sir, which building are you going to?"

Ding Heng gave the gate number, and the security guard looked down at the registration form, then looked up at him: "The owner hasn't registered your information. Please contact the owner."

Ding Heng took out his phone and dialed Secretary Huang's number.

"Secretary Huang, I'm at the door, but the security guard said I didn't register."

"Okay, Mr. Ding, please wait a moment."

Less than a minute after the call ended, the security guard received a notification on his walkie-talkie and immediately put on a smiling face.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ding, you may come in now."

As expected of a high-end residential community, the security guards' attitude was impeccable throughout the entire process.

There was neither condescension nor excessive flattery.

The car drove along the tree-lined road and finally stopped in front of a detached villa.

The overall decoration is in the new Chinese style, with white walls and black tiles, and two large red lanterns hanging at the entrance.

As soon as Ding Heng got out of the car, Secretary Huang came out to greet him.

"Mr. Ding."

She wasn't wearing a sharp business suit today; instead, she wore a light gray cashmere sweater and her hair was loosely tied up, making her look much softer.

Ding Heng then noticed that Secretary Huang was probably not very old, probably around twenty-five or twenty-six.

"Your room has been arranged. Would you like to go up and take a look? Let me know if you need anything."

Ding Heng nodded and followed Secretary Huang into the villa.

The first floor features a spacious living room with a high ceiling and floor-to-ceiling windows offering views of the Xiangjiang River.

The furniture that Secretary Huang pre-ordered hasn't all arrived yet, but everything that's needed is already there.

Ascending the stairs to the second floor, Secretary Huang pushed open a door.

"This is your room."

Ding Heng walked in and looked around.

The room is very large, at least forty or fifty square meters.

In the very center is a large bed, two meters wide, covered with plain gray bedding.

There's a row of wardrobes against the wall, and opposite is a separate shower area with frosted glass partitions, through which you can vaguely see the large bathtub inside.

He walked to the window, pushed open the French doors, and saw a set of rattan table and chairs on the balcony.

A night breeze blew by, carrying the dampness of the river.

In the distance, the lights of thousands of homes in Changsha are twinkling. The Xiangjiang River flows quietly in the night, with occasional tourist boats passing by, their lights casting long shadows on the water.

Ding Heng turned to Secretary Huang and asked, "Do I have to stay overnight?"

Secretary Huang smiled slightly: "Today is the first day of handover after all. Ms. Qu Zhen means that she hopes you and Baima will stay at home overnight, which will add some life to the house."

Ding Heng grunted in response and didn't ask any further questions.

Just as I was about to go downstairs, I suddenly heard a series of banging noises coming from the other end of the corridor.

He followed the sound and pushed open a half-closed door.

The room wasn't large, but it had been transformed into a standard e-sports room.

Against the wall was a custom-made long table with two monitors on it, both top-of-the-line gaming screens, curved ultrawide screens with high refresh rate small screens, and several unopened express delivery boxes stacked next to it.

Baima was squatting on the ground, looking at a pile of parts with a headache.

The little girl was wearing a loose pink sweatshirt with bunny ears on the hood hanging down, swaying with her movements.

She wore a dark gray short skirt, revealing smooth, white thighs beneath the hem, with her calves encased in white stockings exposed, and fluffy pink slippers on her feet.

She was tiny, squatting there like a pink cotton candy.

Ding Heng knocked on the door frame.

Baima raised her head, her big, round eyes sweeping over the object before she lowered her head again to continue fiddling with the screws in her hands: "Come in."

Ding Heng walked in and squatted down beside her, glancing at the parts on the ground: "You, a young lady, are assembling a computer yourself?"

Bai Ma snorted irritably, "Isn't this all your fault? I don't have enough pocket money right now, so I can't afford to hire a computer installer."

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

Besides the two monitors, there were several unopened peripherals on the table.

The keyboard is a flagship model from a well-known brand, the mouse is also in the thousand-yuan range, and the headphones hanging to the side don't look cheap either.

He couldn't help but ask, "You call this not having any pocket money?"

Baima didn't even look up: "This is what my mom promised me, I don't have to pay for it."

"Did Auntie agree?"

Ding Heng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Wait, you don't even live in Xingcheng, why are you setting up a gaming room?"

Baima finally raised her head: "Who said I won't stay here permanently? I'll be transferring here next semester."

Ding Heng frowned slightly: "You were doing well studying in Rongcheng, why did you transfer schools?"

Baima continued to tighten the screws with her head down: "My mom wants me to talk to you more, since my grades are just so-so and she doesn't expect me to get into a good university."

real or fake?

Ding Heng felt a sense of unease.

Qu Zhen and I have only met once. Is it really necessary to rush things to foster a sibling relationship between them?

Just as he was about to ask again, Baima suddenly acted cute and charming: "Brother, come and help me, I can't tighten this screw."

Ding Heng sighed, squatted down, and took the screwdriver from her hand: "Where's the power supply?"

Bai Ma paused for a moment, then rummaged through a pile of parts and pulled out a large black box, handing it over.

Ding Heng then opened the side panel of the chassis and began to install it.

Pema squatted down beside her and watched, blinking her eyes.

The two worked together seamlessly, one filling the container and the other handing it over.

Suddenly Ding Heng noticed two sets of main unit parts on the ground.

"Two sets?"

"Ah."

Baima said matter-of-factly, "Isn't that normal? I'll definitely find a boyfriend who loves playing games in the future, so we can play together."

Ding Heng chuckled: "Electronic products are updated so quickly these days, by the time you find your brother-in-law, the equipment might already be outdated."

Baima pouted: "We'll see. Anyway, let's keep it as a backup."

Although Ding Heng wasn't a computer assembly expert, he still knew the basics.

He deftly installed the motherboard into the case, plugged in the power cables, and neatly organized the cables.

Baima watched in stunned silence, and couldn't help but mutter, "You can do this too?"

Ding Heng raised his eyebrows smugly: "The one in my house was saved up by myself using my New Year's money."

"Oh……"

Baima didn't say anything more, but continued to squat beside him, handing him screws and wires, occasionally interjecting with a few words, asking some random questions.

After setting up the two main units, I connected the monitor, keyboard, and mouse.

Ding Heng powered on the computer, entered the BIOS, confirmed that there were no problems, and began installing the system.

Baima sat on the gaming chair next to him, hugging her knees as she watched him play.

The chair was a bit too big for her, and she huddled inside it, her two legs, wrapped in white stockings, dangling in the air, her toes bobbing up and down, and oversized fluffy slippers hanging from her toes as if they were about to fall off at any moment.

Ding Heng glanced at her and couldn't help but laugh.

This little girl, so tiny, just happens to like all these big things.

After installing the system and drivers, I downloaded a few commonly used software programs.

Ding Heng stood up and clapped his hands: "Alright, you can handle the rest yourself."

Baima jumped off the chair, leaned closer to the screen to take a look, and nodded in satisfaction: "Thank you, brother."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Secretary Huang's voice came from downstairs.

"Mr. Ding, Baima, dinner's ready!"

The two went downstairs, and the scene in the living room made Ding Heng pause.

On the entryway cabinet, there is a wooden grain container filled with barley, wheat, and tsampa, with several colorful arrow flags stuck in it.