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

Zhao Yanxi unconsciously turned over, her arm slipping off Ding Heng's chest, and she shrank further into the blanket, only revealing a messy head of light blue hair.

A few seconds later she rolled back over, barely opening her eyes a crack.

"What time is it...?"

"It's almost eight o'clock."

"Well……"

She gave a mumbled reply, sprang up from the bed, and the blanket slipped off her body, revealing large areas of skin.

Ding Heng reminded him, "Should we put on some clothes?"

"Need not……"

Zhao Yanxi stretched lazily and confidently, her waist relaxed and her arms raised above her head, every inch of her body clearly defined and unpretentious: "Why are you covering it up? It's not like we haven't seen it before."

Wenjing lifted her head from Ding Heng's shoulder and saw Zhao Yanxi's shameless behavior, which made her blush even more.

She tried to sit up by supporting herself on the edge of the bed, but her arms went limp and she fell back down.

Zhao Yanxi teased, "What's wrong? Are your legs weak?"

She was quiet and didn't say a word, but her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

Ding Heng threw off the covers, got out of bed, and put on his bathrobe.

He glanced back at the two girls on the bed and said in a flat tone, "Go wash up and get ready to register at school."

He turned and walked out of the room to another bathroom.

Wenjing's thoughts hadn't fully awakened yet; she was still curled up, hugging her knees, her face buried in them.

Zhao Yanxi had already jumped off the bed, stepped barefoot onto the carpet, picked up the three people's messy clothes, shook them out, crumpled them up, and threw them into the laundry basket, waiting for the cleaning lady to take care of them.

He picked up the stockings from the ground, looked at the terrible tears on them, clicked his tongue twice, and then threw them into the trash can.

"I have to buy a new one again."

She mumbled and grumbled, but her tone showed no sign of heartache.

While the girls were dawdling, Ding Heng had already finished showering and returned, changing back into his windbreaker and black casual pants, looking refreshed and neat.

"Aren't you going to wash up yet?"

Zhao Yanxi stuck out her tongue and grabbed Wenjing's wrist: "Come on, let's go take a shower."

Wenjing was pulled off the bed, her weak legs causing her to stagger.

The bathroom door was closed.

A few seconds later, the sound of water was heard, and it could be vaguely heard through the door.

Then came the sound of splashing water, mixed with Zhao Yanxi's laughter and Wen Jing's embarrassed and annoyed protest.

Hearing the noise, Ding Heng took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, suppressing the heat in his lower abdomen, and pushed open the door to leave the room.

More than an hour later, the sound of water stopped, and the two girls changed their clothes and came to the living room.

"let's go!"

Zhao Yanxi skipped and hopped forward, showing no signs of fatigue whatsoever.

Wenjing followed behind, walking slower than usual. Her waist was still a little stiff, but her face had returned to normal.

The three of them went downstairs and walked out of the hotel, where the early spring breeze blew in their faces.

Ding Heng handed the Chang'an car keys to Wen Jing: "Why don't you give it a try?"

Wenjing was stunned: "Me?"

"Didn't you just get your driver's license the day before yesterday?"

"But……"

"But what 'but'? We still have to get going."

"Ok."

Wenjing took the keys, her palms slightly sweaty.

She got into the driver's seat, adjusted the seat and rearview mirror, and fastened her seatbelt with meticulous movements.

Zhao Yanxi climbed into the back seat and slumped back: "Xiao Jingjing, drive slowly. I don't want to end up in the hospital on the first day of school."

Ding Heng sat in the passenger seat: "The New Year isn't over yet, can't we say something auspicious?"

Wenjing gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, took a deep breath, and started the engine.

The dilapidated Chang'an engine emitted a low rumble, the car suddenly lurched forward, and then came to a stop.

Wenjing's face paled, and she stepped on the brakes.

"Take your time, don't rush."

Ding Heng offered words of reassurance, his tone neither hurried nor slow.

Wenjing nodded and shifted gears again, this time much more gently.

The car slowly slid out of the parking space, onto the main road, and merged into the traffic.

She drove very slowly and carefully, with the speedometer needle hovering around forty.

I always signal in advance when changing lanes and repeatedly check the rearview mirror, just like when I'm practicing driving at a driving school.

The car behind her honked impatiently, and she tensed up, but she still gripped the steering wheel firmly, without accelerating or cutting in front.

The car first turned into Zhongnan and arrived at the girls' dormitory building.

Zhao Yanxi got out of the car, took out her luggage, and waved to Wen Jing through the driver's side window: "Xiao Jingjing, drive carefully!"

Wenjing nodded: "Mm."

Zhao Yanxi then turned to Ding Heng, winked playfully, and ran back to her dormitory with a grin.

The car got back on the road and arrived at the women's dormitory building of Hunan University again.

Wenjing turned off the engine, let out a long breath, and her palms were sweaty.

"You drove well."

Ding Heng praised her and patted her head.

Wenjing blushed slightly, pushed open the door, got out of the car, and retrieved her luggage.

Ding Heng got out of the car to help, and suddenly saw Qian Pu standing by the flower bed not far away. In front of him was Wenjing's roommate, who was also Qian Pu's nominal girlfriend, Wang Xinran.

However, the atmosphere between the two was clearly not quite right.

Qian Pu took a step forward, and Wang Xinran took a step back.

Qian Pu said something else, and Wang Xinran shook her head and turned to leave.

Qian Pu reached out to grab her arm, but the girl shook him off.

The two of them just stood there, neither of them saying a word.

When Wang Xinran turned around and saw Wen Jing, it was as if she had found a lifeline. She bypassed Qian Pu and walked quickly toward Wen Jing.

"Wenjing!"

She said warmly, "You're back? Perfect timing, let's go up together, I'll help you with your luggage!"

Wenjing was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, Wang Xinran had already taken her luggage from her.

Wang Xinran turned around and nodded to Ding Heng as a greeting, then took Wenjing's arm and walked into the building without looking back.

Wenjing glanced back at Ding Heng, her eyes filled with a sense of bewilderment.

Ding Heng waved to her, signaling her to go up.

The two girls disappeared at the building entrance, and Qian Pu's face showed a mixture of frustration and confusion.

Ding Heng patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, we can go back to the dorm together."

Qian Pu said "Oh" and got into Ding Heng's car.

"Old Ding, why are women like this?"

"What?"

"He... changes his expression faster than turning the pages of a book."

Qian Pu said with a wronged tone, "We were chatting so well during winter break, saying good morning and good night every day, sharing our daily lives, and even playing games together. I was thinking that we could take things a step further when school started, so I asked her out, but she said she was busy. I suggested we walk around the area near the school, but she said she was tired. I suggested we grab a bite to eat, but she said no... I didn't intend to do anything, I just wanted to meet up and chat, was it really necessary?"

Ding Heng glanced at him but didn't reply.

Qian Pu then asked, "Did I do something to upset her?"

Ding Heng said in a flat tone, "Maybe it's just because it's the beginning of the semester and she's in a bad mood."

"not in a good mood?"

Qian Pu thought for a moment, then went along with it, comforting himself, "That's true, it's just the beginning of the semester, everyone gets a little post-holiday blues."

Ding Heng didn't respond to that.

Qian Pu then asked, "Old Ding, why don't you spend a couple more days with your girlfriend? She doesn't want to either."

Ding Heng smiled and said, "Same here, she's not in a good mood either."

Wenjing was indeed in a so-so mood.

Yesterday, Wenshu took a placement test at the start of the school year, and her score dropped to outside the top 200, which infuriated Xiaobaitu.

"Women..."

Qian Pu let out a long sigh.

The two went upstairs and pushed open the door to 412. The room was already bustling with activity.

"I'm finally back!"

Liu Chiwang's loud voice rang out first, and freshly sliced ​​Harbin red sausage was placed on the table.

"Come on, come on, have a taste! It's a specialty from my hometown, authentic Harbin red sausage!"

Ding Heng picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, gave a thumbs up, and gestured for Qian Pu to try it as well.