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

Bai Ma was stunned for a moment, not expecting Ding Heng to ask this.

"I haven't decided yet..."

She said helplessly, "I'll leave it to my mom to decide. You know my grades; I'm unlikely to get into a good university in China, and I don't want to go abroad... I guess I'll just have to take it easy."

"muddle along?"

"correct."

Bai Ma shrugged: "Anyway, as long as I don't do anything stupid, it's not a big problem for my mom to raise a good-for-nothing like me."

Ding Heng chuckled: "You're really open-minded. Haven't you ever thought about following in your mother's footsteps and becoming the second strong woman?"

Baima was silent for a moment, then turned his head and looked at the distant fields.

The midday sun cast large patches of light on the ridges of the fields.

Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing were taking pictures, and their laughter could be faintly heard.

"I know I'm not cut out for this."

Baima's voice was very soft, as if she were talking to herself.

“My mom is one of the most fortunate people in the world, a once-in-a-century occurrence… I’m not as smart as her, I’m not as hardworking as her, I don’t have her ambition, and I’m not as lucky as her! If one day I’m really unfortunate and my mom can’t afford to support me, then she can find a man to support me.”

She turned back and looked at Ding Heng with a smile, her tone half-serious and half-joking.

"If all else fails... will you take care of me, brother?"

The sunlight fell on the little girl's face, making her round little face glow.

"Dream on."

Ding Heng reached out and lightly flicked Bai Ma's forehead: "Your brother still has to support several women. Work hard and stop saying discouraging things!"

"Ouch!"

Pema covered her forehead, pouted, and muttered a Tibetan phrase in a low voice.

Ding Heng didn't understand, nor did he ask.

He patted her head again...

Chapter 156: We really slept in the same bed!

By the eighth day of the first lunar month, most of the festive atmosphere had faded.

The red lanterns on the street haven't been taken down yet, but people are going to work and businesses are opening, and the once quiet city is slowly returning to normal.

With Secretary Huang back, Wenjing and Ding Heng moved back to the Chujiang Hotel, where they were shameless and indecent every day.

Baima would occasionally come over as a third wheel, and incidentally get a free crayfish meal.

Hua Qing also moved back to her own house from her hometown to continue teaching after the New Year.

Zhao Yanxi, however, remained in Zhuzhou to avoid arousing her mother's suspicion...

Zhuzhou, a large supermarket.

Zhao Yanxi pushed the shopping cart ahead, with Wen Jing following beside her.

"Just buy a carton of milk and some fruit."

Zhao Yanxi picked up a carton of milk and put it in the car: "Don't buy anything too expensive, my parents will think it's strange."

Wenjing pouted: "I know, it's not like it's my first time at your house."

In order to return to Xingcheng as soon as possible and spend some quality time with Ding Heng and Wen Jing, Zhao Yanxi came up with a wicked plan.

She planned to have Wenjing come to her house to pay New Year's greetings and give her a ride along.

Wenjing was honest, well-behaved, and good at academics from a young age, and never caused trouble. Zhou Rongmei trusted her completely, otherwise she wouldn't have allowed her to stay by her daughter's side from childhood to adulthood.

With Wenjing accompanying her, Zhou Rongmei felt that her daughter wouldn't do anything too outrageous.

Zhao Yanxi casually picked up a box of cherries and put it in the car before starting to explain the important matters.

"When you get to my house later, just tell them that there's a school event and you need to go back early to prepare."

"We don't go to the same school!"

"Just make something up, something about joint volunteers or competition rehearsals, think of something quickly!"

"But……"

Wenjing looked troubled.

Zhao Yanxi's parents both have professions that excel at seeing through people's lies, while she is quiet and least likely to lie.

Zhao Yanxi said with exasperation, "But what? Can't you try harder and think about my happiness?"

Wenjing pouted, looking unwilling.

Zhao Yanxi continued, "Don't you want to enjoy a life with just the three of you?"

Wenjing replied directly, "I don't want to."

In Wenjing's view, she was the one being played by Ding Heng. Although she was tormented a lot, she gradually got used to it.

But as soon as Zhao Yanxi joined, the style completely changed.

I don't know where my best friend learned all these tricks... role-playing, stacking games, they have them all.

Wenjing always blushed with embarrassment.

Zhao Yanxi said irritably, "Xiao Jingjing, how can you be so selfish!"

Wenjing rolled her eyes: "You have the nerve to say that, a threesome? It was clearly you and him messing with me!"

"Hey, the way you're talking makes it sound like I'm taking advantage of you!"

"That's how it is."

"Wenjing!"

Zhao Yanxi reached out to pinch her, and Wenjing quickly dodged to the side. The two of them circled the shopping cart twice, and in the end, Wenjing gave in first.

"Okay, okay, I'll try my best, alright?"

"That's more like it."

Zhao Yanxi then stopped and nodded in satisfaction.

After paying the bill, the two carried their belongings to the parking lot.

A black Mercedes was parked in a parking space not far from the entrance.

The car window rolled down, and Ding Heng waved to them.

The two girls opened the back door and climbed in, placing their belongings at their feet.

Zhao Yanxi reached out and touched the seat, asking curiously, "Brother Ding Heng, why did you drive a Mercedes to Zhuozhou today?"

Ding Heng started the car and said casually, "Isn't that car because I was afraid your dad would recognize it?"

Zhao Yanxi stuck out her tongue: "That's true."

Twenty minutes later, the Mercedes stopped at the entrance of the residential area.

Ding Heng turned off the engine and turned to look at the back seat: "I won't get in; I'll wait for you in the car."

Zhao Yanxi picked up her things, pushed open the door, and got out of the car. Wen Jing followed, but her pace noticeably slowed down.

Stepping into the elevator, Zhao Yanxi turned to look at her: "What's wrong?"

Wenjing took a deep breath, her face revealing her nervousness.

"It's nothing... I'm just a little nervous."

"What's there to be nervous about? It's not like this is your first time visiting my house."

"But this time is different..."

In previous years, Wenjing would visit Zhao Yanxi's home to offer New Year's greetings, and she was just an ordinary "classmate" of Zhao Yanxi.

Now she is Zhao Yanxi's bedmate and "sister," and she also helps Zhao Yanxi lie to her parents.

Wenjing walked slower and slower, her heart beating faster and faster.

"Yan hope".

"Ok?"

Will my uncle and aunt realize I'm lying?

"If you're scared, just say less. I'll do most of the talking, and you can just nod in agreement."

"But……"

"No buts."

Zhao Yanxi finally reassured Wenjing: "Even if my parents find out you're lying, they won't think that way, so don't worry."

"Oh……"

Wenjing thought about it and agreed.

The outrageous relationship between the two is something Zhao Yanxi's parents could never have imagined.

A moment later, Zhou Rongmei opened the door, still wearing an apron, looking like she was preparing lunch.

She said politely, "Wenjing's here? Come in, come in."

Wenjing stepped forward and said sweetly, "Happy New Year, Auntie."

"Good good."

Zhou Rongmei took the things from her hands and warmly invited, "Come in and sit down, don't stand."

The two changed into slippers and walked into the living room.

Zhao Xingguo was sitting on the sofa looking at his phone. When he saw them come in, he put down his phone and got up.

"Uncle Zhao, Happy New Year."

Wenjing greeted him politely once again.