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

Next to it was a bronze incense burner, and a faint Tibetan fragrance wafted in the air.

In the corner of the living room stands a bronze statue of Thangtong Gyalpo, the founder of Tibetan opera, which is customarily worshipped by Tibetans when they move to a new house.

At the main gate, colorful prayer flags had been hung up at some point, fluttering gently in the night breeze.

On the dining table, besides a few light takeout dishes, there were also rice, oil, salt, steamed cakes, and tofu, each served in a small dish.

The entire villa was brightly lit; all the lights were on from the first floor to the second floor.

It is a relocation custom of the Han Chinese in the south.

Ding Heng looked at Secretary Huang: "This..."

Secretary Huang smiled and said, "Today is the first day of handover. Ms. Qu Zhen's idea is to respect the customs of both sides."

"is it?"

Ding Heng nodded, then looked at the prayer flags and grain measure at the door, feeling a strange sense of emotion.

This stepmother is quite thoughtful.

He sat down and asked, "Does Aunt Quzhen really believe in these things?"

Secretary Huang said in a calm tone, "The boss has always respected customs and traditions; there was no other meaning behind it."

Ding Heng recalled that when he last met Qu Zhen, she didn't have any Buddhist beads or dzi beads on her.

Presumably, they still have a sense of right and wrong when it comes to these things.

The takeout was from a nearby upscale Huaiyang cuisine restaurant. The food was light and delicious, which suited Baima's eating habits.

Bai Ma ate a quick bite and hurried back to the e-sports room to download the game.

Seeing her leave, Ding Heng took the opportunity to inquire, "By the way, Secretary Huang, is Bai Ma really going to transfer to Xingcheng School?"

Secretary Huang put down his chopsticks: "That's right."

Ding Heng asked, "Can you tell me the real reason?"

Secretary Huang sighed softly: "Since moving to Chengdu, Bai Ma has changed schools seven times."

Seven times?

Ding Heng was startled.

Baima went to Chengdu when she was fourteen, and she is now eighteen. That means she changed schools eight times in four years, averaging once per semester.

"what reason?"

"This child has a good personality, it's just... not very sociable."

Secretary Huang carefully chose her words: "Every time, it's because I can't get along with my classmates at school, and I have to change jobs after a short time."

"This time too?"

"About two weeks ago, a female classmate who usually got along well with her said behind her back that she was a nouveau riche."

Secretary Huang spoke calmly, but one could detect a hint of helplessness in her voice.

"When Baima found out, she insisted on confronting the girl, and the two got into an argument. As a result, the girl said some nasty things to Baima's face, and Baima stayed at home after returning home, saying that she didn't want to go to school. So the boss arranged for her to take a leave of absence and come to Xingcheng ahead of schedule."

Ding Heng continued, "Doesn't Aunt Qu Zhen care?"

As a successful businesswoman who has climbed her way up to where she is today, she couldn't just stand by and watch her daughter be bullied.

"The boss can help her resolve external issues, but there's still no way to resolve Baima's inner conflicts."

Secretary Huang smiled wryly: "So the boss simply thought that maybe the feng shui of Rongcheng was wrong, and whether he should change Baima's environment. So he consulted several masters, including celestial masters and living Buddhas, and they all said that it was just right for her to come to Xingcheng."

Ding Heng's lips twitched slightly after hearing this.

The Star City calculated by the master?

He glanced at the colorful prayer flags by the door, then at the firewood, rice, oil, and salt on the table, and felt a little amused.

Why do all these wealthy people end up getting involved with supernatural and bizarre things to some extent?

As for why the calculation showed Xingcheng...

It's likely that when Quzhen asked the question, she intentionally or unintentionally revealed her inclination, and the masters naturally went along with it.

Ding Heng didn't ask any more questions and continued eating.

After finishing his meal, Ding Heng returned to Bai Ma's e-sports room.

Baima took off her headphones and turned to look at him: "What?"

The gaming chair is very spacious, and when the little girl sits on it, she looks even more petite and adorable.

The fluffy cotton slippers had been kicked off, and two little feet wrapped in white socks were dangling back and forth.

Her feet were small, barely bigger than Ding Heng's palm, with round toes, the pink tips of which could be seen through the thin fabric.

Ding Heng leaned back lazily in his chair: "Wouldn't you welcome me to play some games with you?"

Baima snorted lightly: "Just don't screw me over."

The two logged into their accounts.

Ding Heng glanced at Bai Ma's screen and gasped.

Wow, so many skins?

Various limited editions, rare items, and collector's items, row upon row of sparkling pieces, are dazzling to the eye.

Bai Ma pulled Ding Heng into a KOOK channel, and the next second, the sound of the KOOK channel exploded in the earphones.

"Young Master is here!"

Did my brother miss me today?

"Honey, honey! I've been waiting for you for so long!"

"Daddy! Daddy! Take me out to play today!"

Various sweet, coquettish voices rose and fell, some calling for "brother," some for "husband," and some even calling for "father."

Ding Heng felt a chill run down his spine and subconsciously looked at Bai Ma.

Baima was facing the screen with a smug look on her face.

"Quiet down!"

Her voice came through the headphones, deep, magnetic, and with a slightly lazy huskiness—the quintessential bubblegum male god voice.

Ding Heng covered his face with one hand and quickly signaled her to turn off the microphone.

Baima turned off the microphone: "What?"

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated: "You're pretending to be a man online?"

Baima proudly raised her chin: "How about it? I spent tens of thousands to tune my voice changer, isn't it pretty good?"

Ding Heng asked in bewilderment, "What are you after?"

Pema shrugged and began to explain.

"Before, when I used to use my natural voice to find people to practice their voice online, every time I opened my mouth, those guys would swarm around me like dogs in heat. Some would call me 'Mommy,' some would try to imitate a 'bubble voice,' and others would pester me for my WeChat account or say they wanted to show me their abs..."

As she spoke, she wrinkled her face in disgust.

Ding Heng couldn't help but laugh out loud: "So you just pretended to be a man?"

"It's no use."

Bai Ma pursed her lips: "After pretending to be a man, the targets of my harassment changed from men to women, but since they are the same sex, at least it's not so disgusting. It's quite fun to tease them occasionally."

After saying that, she took out her phone, opened her WeChat alternate account, and handed it over.

Ding Heng took it and looked at it; good heavens.

My friend list is full of profile pictures of people who are either "gummy bears" or "don't eat cilantro".

The chat history was filled with all sorts of photos and videos... showing breasts, showing legs, wearing black and white stockings, each one more revealing than the last.

Baima then enthusiastically introduced the girls to Ding Heng: "Look at this one, her technique is alright, but her looks are just average, even a high-resolution edit can't save her. This one has a really nice voice, but it's a bit strained. And this one, she sends me good morning and good night messages every day, I'm too lazy to reply..."

Ding Heng handed the phone back to her, his expression complicated: "Is this appropriate?"

Baima looked completely innocent: "What's inappropriate about it? I didn't lie to them about my body. Sometimes they even get a red envelope from me! It's the online world, you lose if you take it too seriously."

Ding Heng sighed silently to himself.

No wonder this girl has no friends in the real world.

This level of addiction is quite deep.

Baima put her headphones back on, turned on the microphone, and cleared her throat.

The deep, handsome voice rang out again: "I brought a buddy of mine here to hang out today. He's choosing the players. Whoever gets chosen gets a big red envelope!"

The moment the words were spoken, the headphones erupted in excitement.

"Brother, choose me! Choose me!"

"Me! Me! Me! I have a beautiful voice!"

"What kind of voice does my brother like? Something sweet or something more mature?"

"Brother, I'm sending you black stockings! After you take a shower~"

The sounds of various women chattering and babbling filled the air, giving Ding Heng goosebumps.

He glanced at the list and pointed out three voices that didn't sound so convincing.

"Let's choose them."

Baima nodded and pulled the three people into the group.

Games start.

In the first game, Ding Heng was playing jungle, and the three teammates were a support, a mid laner, and a top laner.

As soon as I entered the game, I was bombarded with compliments.

Ding Heng ignored them and focused on farming.