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

Ding Heng glanced at Zhao Yanxi's phone screen. She was really popular. She simply posted a message on her WeChat Moments, and more than a dozen people came to inquire about her, teasing her or asking about Ding Heng's identity.

One of the contacts, whose ID is "The Promise of the Sea," had messages set to Do Not Disturb, and the number of unread messages had reached a staggering "64."

However, Zhao Yanxi seemed to have no intention of clicking to check.

"The promise of this sea..."

Ding Heng asked curiously, "Who is it? You've sent so many messages, why aren't you replying?"

Zhao Yanxi put her phone away: "Oh, him? He's just an ordinary classmate from high school, we're not related."

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "He likes you?"

Zhao Yanxi nodded, picked up a piece of stir-fried pork with chili peppers, and said in a flat tone, "Yeah, they've been pursuing me for quite a while."

"Then you should at least reply to them."

Ding Heng half-jokingly said, "More than sixty unread messages, that must mean they care about you a lot... Even if you're going to refuse, just give me a straight answer."

Zhao Yanxi wrinkled her nose, showing a hint of impatience.

"Oh, he's just a little kid who never grows up. If I talk back to him, he might get even more excited and feel like he has a chance."

"How is it childish?"

How childish can it be?

Zhao Yanxi started complaining.

"For three years of high school, without fail, I would get up early every day, take a long detour to the breakfast shop at the entrance of my neighborhood, buy soy milk and fried dough sticks or steamed buns, and then 'coincidentally' 'bump into' the school gate. If I didn't want them, they would force them on me or secretly put them in my desk drawer."

They brought me water during PE class, and it was one of those pink drinks with cheesy words written on it.

For my birthday, he saved up to buy me an expensive fountain pen that I'd never use, and even had someone else deliver it so he wouldn't refuse it to my face... Things like that, it's so annoying.

Ding Heng commented aptly, "Sounds like... quite devoted and persistent."

"What's the use of being devoted? Using your willpower in the wrong place is just harassment!"

Zhao Yanxi rolled her eyes: "For three whole years, didn't he realize at all that I had no interest in him? I've told him more than once that I don't like him doing this and that he should stop sending me gifts, but it's no use. Later, I simply ignored him and pretended not to see him, but he still did the same thing."

"Then why don't you delete his WeChat account? Out of sight, out of mind."

Zhao Yanxi sighed deeply.

"It was deleted once."

"and then?"

"Then?"

Zhao Yanxi said helplessly, "Then he had his mother find my mother and asked me why I hadn't added him on WeChat, whether there was some misunderstanding, and hoped that my mother would give my WeChat to him again."

Oh, by the way, his mother works at our city's education bureau... although she's not a high-ranking official, she's still... I don't want to make things too ugly and put my mom in a difficult position.

Ding Heng was completely dumbfounded after hearing this.

Goodness, needing parental pressure to woo a girl? That's really something else!

No wonder Zhao Yanxi disliked it so much.

Lick the dog is not good to die.

A stupid, self-conscious simp will only become a laughing stock for the goddess and other men at the dinner table.

After the two finished their meal, Ding Heng accompanied Zhao Yanxi through the classic "date" routine.

Shopping, watching movies, drinking milk tea... In the end, the timing was just right, and he appeared at the McDonald's entrance at six o'clock sharp to pick up Wenjing after get off work.

When Ding Heng got home in the evening, he collapsed on the bed and scrolled through his phone to relax.

Scrolling through my WeChat Moments, I quickly came across Zhao Yanxi's post from noon.

The photo was a picture of the two of them in front of a mirror, and the accompanying text was even more violent.

My brother said he'd pull the purple pigtails harder at night, sob sob... I'm afraid it'll hurt! [shy][tongue out]

Ding Heng: "..."

No wonder the "Promise of the Sea" reaction was so strong; the copywriting paired with the intimate photo was as devastating as a nuclear bomb.

Thinking about the possible expression on that guy's face when he saw this post on WeChat Moments, Ding Heng actually felt... a little sorry for him.

Just then, a new friend request popped up.

Applicant: [The Promise of the Sea.]

Verification message: [Your name is Ding Heng, right? Please accept my request. I want to talk to you about Yan Xi.]

Ding Heng's eyes widened.

WC, box!

Chapter 22: First Kiss (Bonus chapter today, please read on!)

Ding Heng found the sudden little incident childish and laughable, and didn't take it to heart at all.

He went to bed early to get enough rest for the next day's tasks.

The next morning, Ding Heng arrived at the hotel early and waited in the lobby for a while before Wen Jing and Zhao Yanxi walked out of the elevator together.

Although Zhao Yanxi had a smile on her face, her tone was sarcastic: "Oh, Brother Ding Heng is here really early today, so eager to get here?"

Ding Heng joked, "Of course, that's why I came early to take you to work."

Zhao Yanxi snorted softly, feeling even more uncomfortable.

"No trouble at all, I can take the bus myself."

In short, each person gets a day. Zhao Yanxi didn't compete or fight, waved her hand and turned to leave, while Wen Jing followed Ding Heng to the underground parking garage.

As Wenjing sat in the passenger seat, her heart pounded.

It was nominally just friends hanging out, but it was actually her first time "going on a date" alone with a guy.

Although I wasn't dressed up or wearing makeup, and was just dressed in a simple jacket and casual pants, I was still quite nervous...

Ding Heng started the car, turned his head and asked, "Do you have any plans for today?"

Wenjing gripped the seatbelt and whispered, "I want to go buy something."

"Buy something?" Ding Heng asked, puzzled. "Is there anything the hotel is lacking?"

Wenjing blushed slightly: "I didn't bring enough clothes. It's too hot, and my underwear... needs to be changed and washed every day, so I don't have enough. I also want to buy a few pairs of socks."

Ding Heng looked surprised: "So... you want me to go with you to buy underwear?"

"Yes, is that not allowed?"

Wenjing nodded blankly, completely unaware of how ambiguous this was between the opposite sexes.

Ding Heng was amused by Wen Jing's matter-of-fact reaction and confirmed it again.

"you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

Wenjing was left bewildered by Ding Heng's questions.

It's just buying clothes, what's wrong with that?

"Well... do you need me to help you choose some styles? I have a good eye for fashion."

"refer to?"

Wenjing didn't react at first. She blinked her eyes and stood there stunned for a full half minute before her fair face flushed red.

"Ding Heng...you're so annoying!"

Finally, she realized what was happening. Feeling both embarrassed and anxious, she raised her small fist and lightly punched Ding Heng, muttering a protest, but her soft and sweet tone had no intimidating power whatsoever.

Ding Heng laughed heartily and focused on driving.

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around! Now that you've bought the clothes, what are your plans?"

Wenjing withdrew her hand, covered her still burning face, and slowly calmed her heartbeat.

Having made absolutely no plans, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "What did you and Yan hope do yesterday?"

Ding Heng replied, "I went with her to get her hair done. Do you want some too?"

Wenjing immediately shook her head like a rattle: "No, no, no... I won't dye my hair!"

As a well-behaved student, she doesn't yet have the courage to try dyeing her hair.

Her parents' nagging alone was enough to drive her crazy...

Ding Heng didn't ask any more questions. He drove to a large shopping mall nearby and went straight to the women's underwear section.

As they reached the shop entrance, Wenjing suddenly turned around and stretched out her arms to block Ding Heng at the door.

"You...you're not allowed to go in!"

The girl's face was still flushed, but her tone was more resolute than ever before.

"Why?" Ding Heng asked, puzzled. "I'll just wait here, I won't peek at you."

"In short... in short, it's absolutely not allowed!"

This was the first time Ding Heng had seen Wen Jing so assertive, which only fueled his curiosity.

"Okay, okay, I'll wait outside."

He raised his hands in surrender and retreated to sit on a public bench next to the shop entrance.

Through the glass window, Ding Heng watched Wen Jing walk into the store, where a smiling saleswoman immediately greeted her.

Wenjing kept her head down, her posture timid and hesitant, as she began to talk to the sales assistant.

The sales assistant's face showed a moment of surprise, and she unconsciously made an exaggerated circular gesture with her hands in front of her chest. Finally, she nodded to Wenjing, turned around, and walked quickly towards the back warehouse of the store, obviously to retrieve some inventory.

Ding Heng, watching from outside, almost burst out laughing; now he understood everything.

In order to create the most "standard" and "aesthetically pleasing" visual effect in the limited front desk space, women's underwear stores usually have clear size selection standards when displaying products.

Within the industry, the so-called "standard display codes" are often 75A, 75B, or 80A, because they are considered to be suitable for most models and have greater visual universality and "aesthetic appeal".