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

Sometimes, when dealing with this sensitive and stubborn little rabbit, a direct approach is more effective than going in circles.

At the same time, the system interface popped up in my mind again.

[The Record of Redemption: Wenjing]

[Current Status: The Corrupted Nun]

Purification level: 26%

Chapter 21: Zhao Yanxi's Simp

In the following days, Ding Heng's life gradually became more regular.

I played games with Xie Baoyang and the others until the early hours of the morning. I struggled to get up at noon and drove to McDonald's in the afternoon to pick up Wenjing and Zhao Yanxi from get off work so we could have dinner together.

He occasionally dealt with Zhao Yanxi's teasing and flirted with Wen Jing to boost his purification points. Before he knew it, a week had passed.

At ten o'clock that morning, Ding Heng, who had been asleep for less than four hours, was abruptly pulled from his deep sleep by a cell phone ringing.

He frowned, fumbled for his phone, and answered it by muscle memory, letting out a deep, sleepy voice.

"Hey……?"

A wronged tone came from the other end of the phone: "Brother Ding Heng, it's almost ten o'clock! Where are you?"

Ding Heng's mind was still foggy, and he subconsciously asked, "You...aren't you going to work today?"

"I'm on vacation today!"

Zhao Yanxi felt even more aggrieved: "Didn't we say yesterday that Xiaojing and I would take turns resting for the next two days?"

"You're on vacation... what does that have to do with me?"

Ding Heng was so sleepy that he spoke without thinking, and only after he finished speaking did he vaguely realize that something was wrong.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, then Zhao Yanxi's voice suddenly rose: "Ding—Heng—! You clearly promised yesterday! You'd come shopping with us during the holiday, didn't you?!"

yesterday?

Ding Heng vaguely recalled the events.

It seems that when I picked them up from get off work yesterday afternoon, Wenjing mentioned that she and Yan Ximing were on holiday the day after tomorrow and asked if I was free to accompany them for a casual stroll around Xingcheng.

I think I just casually agreed back then?

"Oh..." Ding Heng suddenly realized, becoming slightly more alert: "You and Wenjing... took separate leave?"

"if not?!"

Zhao Yanxi said irritably, "The shop is already short-staffed, and you expect us both to take leave at the same time? You're not really going to stand me up, are you?"

Ding Heng got up and rubbed his temples. When he agreed yesterday, he implicitly assumed that the two of them would be together, or at least Wen Jing would be there.

Although it was a misunderstanding, I did agree to those words.

He cleared his throat and replied with an apologetic smile, "No, no, how could that be? I'll be right there, just wait a moment, ten minutes... no, twenty minutes!"

After hanging up the phone, Ding Heng resignedly got out of bed, took a quick shower and washed up, and finally felt much more awake.

After driving to the Chujiang Hotel, Ding Heng sent a message to Zhao Yanxi.

A moment later, the passenger door was opened, and Zhao Yanxi angrily got in, slamming the door shut.

The girl had clearly dressed up carefully for today, with light makeup on her face.

She wore a brown tank top over a breathable plaid shirt, the hem of which was neatly and cleverly cut, just enough to reveal a small patch of delicate skin around her waist and abdomen.

She wore a warm orange short skirt that hung loosely at the waist, perfectly showcasing her long, straight legs.

Zhao Yanxi crossed her arms over her chest, radiating an extremely low-pressure aura.

Ding Heng started the car, trying to ease the tension: "Don't be angry, I'm here now. I wasn't fully awake this morning and said some nonsense, I apologize."

Zhao Yanxi glared angrily at Ding Heng, her eyes filled with complex emotions. After a long while, she sighed resignedly.

She is not stupid.

Because Ding Heng wasn't fully awake, his reaction on the phone in the morning was the most genuine and subconscious.

The man never intended to spend his vacation alone with her. When he agreed yesterday, he probably only thought about "spending time with Wenjing," and she was just an extra, dispensable addition.

Being treated so clearly differently, even to the point of being ignored, left Zhao Yanxi feeling empty inside.

Frustration, resentment, and other emotions churned within her chest.

The car drove out of the garage and merged into the traffic.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Yanxi suddenly spoke up: "Brother Ding Heng, I've always been curious, why did you take the initiative to strike up a conversation with Wenjing at the comic convention? Was it because her Phoebe cosplay was particularly to your liking?"

Ding Heng gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed ahead: "That's part of the reason..."

Zhao Yanxi immediately chimed in, her tone eager and defiant: "Then I can cosplay too! Phoebe, or any other character, whatever you want to see, I can do it!"

Ding Heng was slightly surprised to hear this.

Over the course of so many days, although Zhao Yanxi occasionally flirted with him, she always maintained the appropriate emotional intelligence and sense of propriety. Even when she realized that he was paying more attention to Wen Jing, she never showed any signs of getting angry!

My subconscious reaction this morning probably really touched a nerve with her.

Ding Heng softened his tone and reassured her, "What character you cosplay isn't that important, the main thing is..."

But he stopped himself from speaking.

System task? I can't say for sure.

Love at first sight? That's so melodramatic...

Zhao Yanxi took Ding Heng's pause as an embarrassing excuse and subconsciously looked down at her chest.

"What's the main reason? Could it be because..."

While not as exaggeratedly proportioned as Wen Jing's almost sci-fi figure, Zhao Yanxi's measurements are definitely not small by the average standard for Asian women, and her figure is well-proportioned and tall.

But do men... really only believe that bigger is better?

An absurd and frustrating thought popped into the girl's mind.

Seeing that Zhao Yanxi's thoughts were about to veer off in a strange direction, Ding Heng quickly interrupted her and changed the subject.

"Stop, stop! Don't make wild guesses. It's your day off today. Where do you want to go? What do you want to do? As compensation for my rambling this morning, I'll listen to you today, okay?"

Zhao Yanxi stared at Ding Heng for a few seconds. Seeing that his eyes were open and honest, not perfunctory, she finally smiled again. Although it wasn't as bright as before, it was at least a sign that things had calmed down.

She raised her chin slightly: "Is it a deal? You'll listen to me today? No backing out!"

Ding Heng gripped the steering wheel with one hand, raised the other as if swearing an oath, and said in an exaggerated tone, "I will never go back on my word! Miss Zhao, please give me your orders!"

"That's more like it."

Zhao Yanxi gave a soft hum and gently tossed her hair aside: "Then... come with me to dye my hair first!"

The silver-white hair color she had temporarily dyed for COS Jett had faded completely, and Zhao Yanxi had already booked an appointment at a reputable hair salon to officially change her hair color.

"But dyeing your hair might take a long time, maybe two or three hours. Ding Heng, won't you get bored?"

"Do not worry."

Ding Heng glanced at the navigation: "I promised to keep you company, so I won't find it boring. Just focus on what you're doing."

Upon arriving at the hair salon and finding her appointment with Tony, Zhao Yanxi, on Ding Heng's advice, finally chose a misty purple color.

The long hair dyeing process begins.

Ding Heng showed no impatience whatsoever, sitting in the rest area to the side, scrolling through his phone, and occasionally glancing at a magazine.

He even took a picture of Zhao Yanxi with tin foil wrapped around her head, which prompted Zhao Yanxi to mouth "threate" him to delete it from a distance.

Finally, Tony skillfully dried her newly dyed long hair and styled it into a pair of playful and fashionable high pigtails.

Her misty purple hair shimmered under the light, making Zhao Yanxi's face appear even more delicate. She looked both sweet and coolly trendy.

"How about it?"

Zhao Yanxi excitedly ran up to Ding Heng and spun around.

"nice."

Ding Heng gave a fair assessment.

At only eighteen years old, Zhao Yanxi is youthful and beautiful, with outstanding looks that allow her to pull off almost any hair color.

Receiving the praise, Zhao Yanxi smiled even more brightly, immediately pulled Ding Heng to the huge floor-length mirror, took his arm without saying a word, and raised her phone.

"Group photo! To commemorate my new hair color!"

Ding Heng cooperated and smiled at the camera.

"Click".

The photo freezes in time; the girl in the mirror has a bright smile, her purple hair in pigtails is cute and playful.

The boy was tall and straight, with a slightly indulgent smile on his face.

It was past 1 p.m. when they left the hair salon, and the two found a decent-rated Hunan restaurant nearby for lunch.

During the meal, Zhao Yanxi picked up her phone and started fiddling with it. Suddenly, she looked up and asked, "Brother Ding Heng, I'd like to post the group photo from earlier on my WeChat Moments. Do you mind?"

Ding Heng was picking up some food when he heard this and looked up: "I don't mind, but... your parents don't mind?"

Zhao Yanxi smiled and began to edit rapidly on the screen.

"It's okay, I already told my parents about dyeing my hair, and they're not old-fashioned. Besides..."

She smiled slyly: "Don't you block your parents from posting on WeChat Moments?"

Ding Heng thought about his monotonous WeChat Moments and realized that there really wasn't anything he needed to block his parents from seeing.

"send!"

Zhao Yanxi clicked the button, put down her phone with satisfaction, and picked up her chopsticks again.

A few minutes later, her phone started ringing incessantly.

She ate while replying with great interest, occasionally letting out a soft laugh, and then proudly turned her phone screen towards Ding Heng.

"Look! Several of my friends have been asking me when I secretly started dating such a handsome boyfriend! Some are even thinking of dyeing their hair and asked me for advice."