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

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The corridor was packed with people, all dressed in strange and unusual clothes.

A giant robot holding a plastic gun barrel walked by hand in hand, and a realistic zombie scared her half to death.

There were too many people attending the anime convention during the summer, and it was too noisy.

In the distance, a girl dressed as Chisaki was taking photos, but that wasn't Zhao Yanxi.

Turning around, I saw several boys surrounding a girl cosplaying as Alice, asking for her contact information. It wasn't Hua Yue.

She took her phone out of her bag and called the two of them, but the phone rang for a long time before no one answered.

The background noise in the venue was so loud that you couldn't hear the cell phone ringing at all.

Wenjing sighed, put her phone back in her bag, and began to walk slowly down the corridor, her high heels clicking on the smooth floor.

Every few steps, she would stop and look around, her white bowler hat tilting to the left and right as she turned her head.

Suddenly, the crowd jostled, and Wenjing was pushed from behind, staggering forward.

The next second, a steady and strong hand firmly grasped her arm, stabilizing her body.

Wenjing turned around and looked up to examine the tall boy in front of her.

He was estimated to be at least 180cm tall, wearing light gray cargo pants with a loose black T-shirt, a camera hanging on his chest, and a professional camera bag on his back.

The boy had very defined features, thick black eyebrows, and a buzz cut, which gave him a somewhat fierce and roguish look. However, his standard, upright square face softened the impression considerably, reminding Wenjing of her cousin who had just been discharged from the military.

"Be careful, there are a lot of people here, don't fall."

Wenjing steadied herself, and the arm that Ding Heng was holding began to feel slightly hot.

"Th...thank you."

"You're welcome."

Ding Heng released his grip and looked Wen Jing up and down.

From the round hat on her head, to the scarf on her chest, to the white stockings under her skirt, and finally to the high heels of her boots.

His gaze moved very slowly, as if he were carefully admiring a work of art.

"Cosplaying as Phoebe?"

"Um……"

Wenjing nodded, her fingers unconsciously clenching the hem of her skirt.

"Quite cute." Ding Heng smiled. "Did you come with your boyfriend?"

"No, I came with two female classmates... I don't have a boyfriend."

For some inexplicable reason, Wenjing didn't know why she was explaining that she didn't have a boyfriend, and her voice unconsciously lowered.

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "Why did they leave you here all alone?"

"There's no way around it, there are just too many people at the anime convention, it's easy to get separated."

Wenjing defended her two best friends, and looked around again, but still couldn't see Zhao Yanxi and Hua Yue.

Seeing her uneasy expression, Ding Heng leaned forward slightly, gradually closing the distance between them.

"What's your name?"

“I…I am Wenjing, Wen as in culture, Jing as in stillness.”

Wenjing, who had never been approached by anyone outside of school before, was slightly flustered and subconsciously answered in a voice barely audible.

After she finished speaking, she regretted it a little... Her sister had warned her not to tell strange men her name.

"Wenjing, Wenjing..."

Ding Heng repeated softly, as if savoring the moment, before introducing himself.

"Hello, my name is Ding Heng!"

"Hello Ding Heng... How old are you?"

"eighteen."

"Did you just finish the exam?"

"Ah."

"What a coincidence, me too!"

As the two chatted, Ding Heng's gaze drifted downwards, passing over Wen Jing's upright chest and slender waist.

"I didn't look closely just now, I thought you were a middle school student."

Wenjing's face suddenly turned red.

She hates it when people say she looks like a middle school student. Although she is indeed not tall, only 158 cm, and looks young, she is already eighteen years old!

"I...I'm not young anymore!"

Wenjing retorted, her voice finally rising a bit.

Ding Heng glanced at the outline of Wen Jing's top again.

"It is indeed quite large."

"Humph!"

Wenjing pouted.

Ding Heng continued, "Is this your first time at a comic convention?"

Wenjing sighed: "My friend dragged me here. She said I only knew how to study by rote in the past, and she wanted to broaden my horizons..."

No wonder.

Ding Heng sighed, "Looking at you, you're like a primary school student who can't find his mother after school."

Wenjing lowered her head, her cheeks puffed out, but she remained silent in rebuttal.

He was a middle school student just a moment ago, and now he's an elementary school student again...

Ding Heng kindly asked, "What is your friend cosplaying as? I'll help you find it."

Wenjing didn't know the characters' names, so she could only try her best to describe Zhao Yanxi and Hua Yue's appearance.

Ding Heng listened and nodded. After Wen Jing finished speaking, he pointed to the side and said, "Why don't we go sit down first? There are too many people here, and we can't hear each other clearly."

Wenjing looked in the direction he pointed and saw several rows of blue plastic chairs in the distance, with vending machines next to them.

She hesitated for a moment.

It's definitely better to sit and wait there than to stand here and be jostled by people.

But... is it appropriate to go with a guy I just met?

Ding Heng noticed her hesitation and took out his phone from his pocket.

"How about this, you add me on WeChat, then go sit over there. If your classmate finds you, send me a message to let me know. If you haven't found them after half an hour, I'll try to think of something else for you."

Ding Heng turned his phone screen towards her, which displayed a WeChat QR code and a profile picture of him when he was three years old. His nickname was "Ding Heng".

Using a childhood photo of oneself as a profile picture often greatly reduces aggression. When Wenjing saw the dirty little boy, she couldn't help but laugh out loud and subconsciously nodded.

"Okay... okay."

She frantically pulled her phone out of her bag, scanned the QR code, and sent a friend request.

"Good Luck Xiao Jing" has requested to add you as a friend.

Chapter 2: Ding Heng is a good person

"Wenjing, are you a local from Xingcheng?"

"No, I'm from Zhuzhou next door. My classmates dragged me here because of the comic convention."

The two walked and talked, with Ding Heng walking beside Wen Jing, using his body to help the girl separate from the crowded flow of people, while always maintaining a polite distance of half a body length.

He was very tall with broad shoulders, like a moving wall. Several women who tried to approach Wenjing were stopped by Ding Heng with a look.

Wenjing saw this and felt much more at ease.

The two walked to the rest area.

Here, near the edge of the convention center, the light is dimmer than in the main venue, with only a few wall lamps emitting a soft glow.

Most of the rows of blue plastic chairs were empty, with only a few people sitting there playing on their phones or eating.

Wenjing sat down against the wall and put her bag on her lap.

Ding Heng did not leave as he had promised. Instead, he sat down next to Wen Jing, spreading his legs casually to the sides, almost touching her knees.

At the same time, the system interface in his mind began to change.

Ding Heng - The First Oath Knight

[Temple Rank: Lightforged Apprentice]

[Sacred Merit: 500]

[Attributes: Strength 7, Agility 8, Constitution 9, Intelligence 15, Faith 13 (+3), Perception 5]

[Task Objective: 1]

His gaze lingered on the glowing mark of the "mission objective," and the mark then unfolded its details.

[The Record of Redemption: Wenjing]

[Current Status: The Corrupted Nun]

Purification value: 10% (Please raise Wenjing's purification value to 100% as soon as possible)

Purification?

How does the purification process work?