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

Halfway through the fight, the enemy jungler came to invade their jungle. Ding Heng was about to retreat when the support rushed over, using a skill to control the enemy, almost giving up his own life.

"Brother, run! I'll hold them off for you!"

Ding Heng: "..."

He easily secured the kill on the opposing team, and the support immediately showered him with compliments.

"Brother is so handsome!"

"Brother is amazing!"

"Brother, can we be friends?"

The mid laner and top laner were not to be outdone, and began to frantically make their presence felt.

After the game, Ding Heng was naturally the MVP.

The three companions cheered and jumped for joy in the voice chat, showering the listener with compliments as if they were free.

"My brother is amazing!"

"Take me flying! Take me flying!"

"Brother, will you play together again next time?"

Pema watched the commotion from the sidelines, laughing so hard she was shaking her leg. Her little feet, encased in white socks, swayed even more enthusiastically, her toes curling up and down.

Ding Heng selected the next game without any expression.

The second game, the third game, the fourth game...

Every game follows the same script.

The companions kept trying different ways to lick him, which made Ding Heng increasingly lose interest.

After the fifth game, Ding Heng took off his headphones.

Baima also logged out of the game, turned to look at him, and asked, "How was it? Was it fun?"

Ding Heng said in a flat tone, "It's pretty boring."

Baima looked unconvinced: "Stop pretending. These escorts start at over two hundred yuan each. Usually, so many people would beg for one. You're being fawned over by them, and you're still not happy?"

Ding Heng smiled and didn't refute.

Indeed, those three companions were absolutely top-notch in the market.

She has a pleasant voice, knows how to charm people, and her skills are not bad either.

But this deliberately created atmosphere always makes people feel...

Ding Heng suddenly spoke up: "Bai Ma, haven't you ever played games with your friends?"

Baima was stunned.

The next second, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"Of course I have friends! I have tons of friends! Back in Chengdu, I used to hang out with them all the time! Play games together! Play together... play together..."

Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, until she finally stopped completely.

Ding Heng didn't speak, he just looked at her quietly.

Bai Ma turned her face away, her cheeks puffed out, and stared at the screen without saying a word.

After a few seconds of silence, Ding Heng stood up: "Let's go."

"Where?"

"Brother, let me show you how friends play games."

Chapter 141: Making Friends

Bai Ma changed into a short pink down jacket, looking like she was wrapped up like a round, soft candy, and followed Ding Heng out.

The night wind was cold. She hunched her shoulders and climbed into the passenger seat, muttering, "Where are we going so late at night?"

Ding Heng started the car: "You'll know when we get there."

Baima glanced at him, didn't ask any more questions, and took out her phone to start scrolling.

The car drove through several blocks and finally stopped in front of a chain internet cafe. It had just opened, and the flower baskets at the entrance had not yet been removed.

Bai Ma looked up at the flashing sign, then at Ding Heng: "You brought me to an internet cafe?"

"What, Miss, you've never been to an internet cafe before?"

"I went there when I was a child..."

Baima followed Ding Heng inside, and muttered to herself, "Back then, when we were still in Tibet, it would take me half an hour to ride my bike to an internet cafe. Later, my mom was worried that something might happen to me, so she got me a computer."

"Your auntie spoils you in everything..."

"Of course, my mom is generally open-minded."

After passing through the hall, Ding Heng pushed open the door to a private room.

"Holy crap! Watch me take on three of them!!"

Xie Baoyang's loud voice boomed in the private room. He was so excited that he jumped halfway up his chair and his fingers clattered on the keyboard.

"Don't shout! The enemy jungler is here!"

The other voice was Li Meng, wearing headphones, his eyes fixed on the screen.

"What's there to be afraid of? I'm invincible!"

As soon as Xie Baoyang finished speaking, the screen went gray, and he was instantly killed by the enemy's focused fire.

"Fuck me..."

Just as he was about to start ranting, a large hand reached out from behind and slapped him hard on the shoulder.

"what!!!"

Xie Baoyang was so startled that he almost slipped off the chair. He looked back and then jumped up.

"Old Ding!!!"

He stood up and punched Ding Heng: "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! What are you doing here!"

Ding Heng laughed and pushed him away: "I just saw in the group that you guys have all gone back to Xingcheng, so I came to join in the fun."

Li Meng and Zhou Zhou also took off their headphones and stood up.

"Old Ding!"

"Brother Ding!"

Several people surrounded him, throwing punches at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng laughed and slapped him back: "Alright, alright, stop being so lovey-dovey."

Xie Baoyang then noticed that there was another person standing behind Ding Heng.

The petite girl, wrapped in a pink down jacket, had her round face half-hidden by the brim of her hat, revealing only a pair of big, dark eyes that were curiously observing them.

Xie Baoyang was stunned for a moment, his gaze swept over the girl, and then looked at Ding Heng.

Who is this?

The other two also realized what was happening and turned to look at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng said casually, "My sister, Baima."

younger sister?

The three looked at each other in bewilderment.

Having known Ding Heng for so many years, I've never heard him mention having a younger sister.

Cousin? Younger cousin?

still is……

Xie Baoyang's mind worked quickly, and his expression became subtle.

Baima, on the other hand, was very generous. She stepped forward and nodded obediently to the three of them: "Hello, my name is Baima."

Zhou Zhou was the first to react, and replied with a smile, "Hello, hello!"

Li Meng nodded in response, "Hello."

Xie Baoyang, however, remained unchanged. He would stutter whenever he saw a strange woman, freezing in place and unable to utter a single word.

Ding Heng added from the side, "My childhood friend, Xie Baoyang, is clumsy with words, please forgive him."

"Who, who's bad at talking!"

Xie Baoyang finally managed to utter a sentence.

Ding Heng glanced at their screens: "Want to keep playing? If not, let's go get some late-night snacks."

"I'm not playing anymore!"

Xie Baoyang immediately closed the game and was the first to stand up: "Let's go, it's on me!"

Li Meng and Zhou Zhou also got up and began packing their things.

Bai Ma stood beside Ding Heng, and her eyes lit up when she heard the words "late-night snack".

She quietly tugged at Ding Heng's sleeve and whispered, "Brother, can I eat it too?"

Ding Heng nodded: "Yes."

Bai Ma's lips immediately curved into a smile, and her clear eyes sparkled as if sprinkled with powdered sugar.

The group walked out of the internet cafe, with Xie Baoyang leading the way, muttering to himself, "I know this street well. There's a barbecue place that's really good. The owner used to be my dad's apprentice..."

Li Meng chimed in, "Come on, I've eaten your cooking before."

Xie Baoyang retorted irritably, "Hey Li Meng, you're like a wild boar that can't eat fine bran. If my dad's cooking skills weren't up to par, would my family's shop have been open for over twenty years?"

The two started arguing, and Zhou Zhou joined in the teasing.

Bai Ma followed Ding Heng with her neck hunched, her small figure stretched long by the streetlights.