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

Ding Heng burst out laughing.

The tone was dismissive, but the parent did not deny their status as a "parent".

[Ding Heng]: Okay, senior, please contact me anytime if you need anything.

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: Hmm.

[Ding Heng]: By the way, senior, what's your first personal vlog of the semester?

The "typing is happening" message flashed and then disappeared.

A full five minutes later, the message finally popped up.

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: Scumbag.

Then comes the second one.

【A Sea of ​​Flowers Under a Sunny Day】: [Video]

Ding Heng clicked on it.

The image shook before stabilizing; the background was Hua Qing's dance studio.

She stood in front of the mirror, wearing the black training clothes Ding Heng was familiar with. Her long hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, revealing her slender neck. Light streamed in from the window, outlining a soft silhouette on her.

She faced the camera with a slightly stiff expression, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something but didn't know how to begin.

Finally, squat down, stand on your tiptoes, and make a V-sign with your hands.

Her eyes still held the aloofness and arrogance unique to fairies, as well as... a reluctant humiliation.

……

The short five-minute video left Ding Heng's mouth dry, and a system notification popped up in his mind.

【Azure Cold Sword Immortal: Hua Qing】

[Current Status: A Fairy Who Has Lost All Her Cultivation Power]

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 85%]

[Progress of severing emotional ties: 1%]

It has increased by another 1%.

Ding Heng could no longer calm down. He got out of bed, put on his coat, pushed open the door and left the dormitory, sending a message to Zhao Yanxi along the way.

[Ding Heng]: Get ready, I'm coming to pick you up.

[Lucky Zhao]: What?

[Ding Heng]: Go to the hotel.

[Fortune Xiao Zhao]: Xiao Jingjing, want to come along?

Ding Heng: No need.

[Lucky Little Zhao]: Why? [Cat looking puzzled.jpg]

[Ding Heng]: Didn't you want to try something new?

Chapter 158: The Women's First Group Photo

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the Lantern Festival.

Before it was fully light, Wenjing got up early and quietly got up to wash and dress.

She changed into the pretty clothes Ding Heng had bought for her, turned around in front of the mirror, and thought it looked alright, but then felt something was off.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she took out the lip gloss that Zhao Yanxi had given her from the drawer, applied it, nodded in satisfaction, picked up her bag, and went downstairs.

Ding Heng's Chang'an was already parked downstairs.

Wenjing opened the passenger door and was about to get in when she suddenly noticed someone in the back seat.

"Yan hope? Why are you up so early?"

Zhao Yanxi huddled in the corner of the back seat, wrapped in a long, off-white down jacket, with a scarf wrapped up to her chin, revealing only her eyes.

She seemed half-asleep, and mumbled, "Good morning..."

Wenjing simply sat in the back seat: "When did you arrive?"

"Just arrived."

Zhao Yanxi's voice was weak and feeble.

Wenjing looked suspicious.

My best friend is usually the most talkative, and when we meet, she wants to tell me everything that happened in the past 24 hours. Today, she's unusually quiet.

Didn't sleep well last night?

"No, I slept fine."

Zhao Yanxi shrank her face into her scarf.

Before Wenjing could ask another question, Ding Heng had already stepped on the gas.

The car turned out of the campus and arrived at a long-established breakfast shop.

The shop is small, with steam billowing out of the steamer, and a constant stream of people at the entrance.

The three of them found a table at the back. Wenjing went to order, Ding Heng poured water, and Zhao Yanxi sat in a chair, her posture a little awkward.

She first crossed her left leg over her right, then switched, then put her legs together, and finally stood up, pulled the chair forward, and sat down again.

Wenjing returned with the soy milk and saw Zhao Yanxi fidgeting. She couldn't help but ask, "Yanxi, is your bottom uncomfortable?"

"no!"

Zhao Yanxi's voice suddenly rose, then quickly fell back down: "It's just... I've been sitting for a long time, and I'm a little stiff."

Without thinking much, Wenjing handed over the soy milk: "What are your plans for the Lantern Festival?"

Zhao Yanxi took the soy milk: "Didn't you say you were going to see the lantern riddles yesterday? You forgot so quickly?"

"That's an evening activity. What about during the day?"

"daytime……"

Zhao Yanxi thought for a moment while biting her straw: "Wen Shu, Bai Ma, and Hua Yue and Hua Qing, how about we have a meal together?"

Wenjing turned to look at Ding Heng, obediently waiting for the man to speak.

Ding Heng tore a fried dough stick in half, handed one half to Wen Jing, and kept the other half for himself.

"Later, you guys drive my car to pick up Wenshu, and I'll pick up Baima. Then we'll meet at my old house. Huayue and Huaqing, you two let them know. Whether you come to see them or not is up to you."

After breakfast, Ding Heng handed the car keys to Wen Jing, watched the two girls leave, and then hailed a taxi to go to the villa.

More than half an hour later, Ding Heng pushed open the door and entered the room.

Secretary Huang was settling wages with Sister Jiang when she saw Ding Heng enter. She stood up and nodded, "Mr. Ding, Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, Secretary Huang."

Ding Heng looked around: "Where's Baima?"

"They're playing games upstairs."

Secretary Huang said helplessly, "Since you weren't here, she hasn't left her bedroom much these past few days."

Ding Heng smiled, went upstairs, and pushed open Bai Ma's door.

Inside the gaming room, Bai Ma wore headphones, her small body curled up on the large gaming chair.

The battle on the screen was in full swing, her fingers were clattering on the keyboard, and she was muttering to herself.

Ding Heng didn't disturb him and sat down quietly to wait.

After finishing the game, Bai Ma took off her headphones and looked at Ding Heng. Her eyes lit up, but she quickly pouted.

"Brother! You still remember to come looking for me?"

She threw her earphones on the table, looking utterly aggrieved: "Do you know what kind of life I've been living these past few days? Secretary Huang is watching over prisoners, I have to report when I go out, and I need approval for what I eat. My mouth is practically boiling with stale air!"

Ding Heng was speechless: "Is it really that exaggerated?"

"That's no exaggeration!"

Baima sighed, "Go take a look at my diet plan. I'm starting to wonder if Secretary Huang is raising me like a rabbit!"

"Your stomach isn't good, so eating lighter foods won't hurt."

"My stomach is perfectly fine! I haven't had a single stomachache since you took me out for those meals!"

Baima jumped off the chair and fawned over him, "Brother, will you take me out for a nice meal today? I promise I'll behave and not cause any trouble!"

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated: "Alright, I'll take you out later. But let me make it clear first, there will be a lot of people today, so don't cause any trouble."

"Don't cause trouble, don't cause trouble!"

Baima waved her hands repeatedly and quickly ran to the dressing room to change her clothes.

Ding Heng went downstairs again to give Secretary Huang some instructions, and then went to the garage with Bai Ma and got into the black Mercedes.

Back in their old neighborhood, Wenjing and Zhao Yanxi were already inside cleaning and dusting, with Wenshu helping them out.

"Sister-in-law!"

Baima rushed into the house and called out sweetly.

Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing turned their heads at the same time, but because Wen Shu was also there, only Wen Jing dared to respond.

“Bai Ma…this is my sister, Wen Shu. This is your brother-in-law’s sister, Bai Ma.”

When Wenjing introduced her younger sister, Baima understood immediately and secretly glanced at Ding Heng.

So even I, the older brother, didn't dare to openly juggle multiple relationships...

Soon after, the Hua sisters, Hua Qing and Hua Yue, arrived and pushed a suitcase into the house.

Ding Heng asked curiously, "What is that?"

Hua Qing squatted down and opened it; inside were several folded Hanfu (traditional Han clothing).