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

Hua Qing raised her head, recalling for a moment: "Fan Chenxi?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Fan Chenxi walked over quickly, smiling, and asked, "Can we come together?"

Hua Qing nodded politely, "Please sit down."

Fan Chenxi sat down next to Hua Qing. On her plate was a plate of stir-fried broccoli, a plate of boiled chicken breast that she had brought herself, and a small piece of corn.

Ding Heng glanced at it and sighed inwardly.

Do dancers these days treat themselves like rabbits?

Fan Chenxi noticed Ding Heng and asked frankly, "And this gentleman is...?"

Before Hua Qing could speak, Ding Heng introduced himself first: "Ding Heng, Hua Qing's boyfriend."

Fan Chenxi smiled brightly: "Hello, hello! My name is Fan Chenxi. I'm a second-year graduate student in Shanghai Opera. I'm two years older than Hua Qing. If you don't mind, you can just call me Sister Chenxi."

"Hello……"

Fan Chenxi was too lively, and Ding Heng simply couldn't bring himself to call her "sister".

He then asked, "You're a graduate student of Shanghai Opera, so why are you performing in the capital?"

Fan Chenxi picked up a piece of broccoli and stuffed it into her mouth: "I'll give it a try if I have the chance. I didn't expect to actually be chosen by Teacher Qi."

"Teacher Qi, Qi Yanran?"

"Yup!"

Fan Chenxi nodded, a little smugly saying, "You know Teacher Qi too?"

Hua Qing chimed in, "Teacher Qi was my former teacher."

"Oh? So you're Teacher Qi's student?"

Fan Chenxi said in surprise, "No wonder Professor Qi speaks so highly of you. I was wondering which undergraduate was so amazing. It turns out you have a mentor."

Hua Qing felt a little uncomfortable after being praised. She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and didn't reply.

Ding Heng then asked, "What's your relationship with Teacher Qi?"

Fan Chenxi shook her head: "It's okay, I didn't even know her a week ago."

"So how were you selected?"

"After I came to the capital, I followed Teacher Qi to his doorstep every day."

Fan Chenxi said frankly, "She didn't want to talk to me at first, saying that the candidates had already been decided. I was not willing to give up, so I went to wait downstairs at her house every day."

Ding Heng was taken aback.

"and then?"

"Then one day, I stopped her in her apartment building's parking garage, and before she got into her car, I danced a little dance for her."

Fan Chenxi put down her chopsticks and began to mimic the movements she had demonstrated to Qi Yanran. To Ding Heng, an outsider, it looked like she was performing a shamanistic ritual.

"That's it?"

"That's it!"

Fan Chenxi picked up her chopsticks again and said with a smile, "After I finished dancing, she finally looked me over seriously for a few seconds and then asked me to report to the troupe."

Ding Heng couldn't help but exclaim, "Good heavens, he can even recommend himself?"

"Of course!"

Fan Chenxi raised an eyebrow triumphantly, but then lowered her guard: "However, Teacher Qi said that I am just a candidate substitute, and whether I can play depends on my subsequent performance."

Ding Heng carefully examined Fan Chenxi.

I guess this girl, like Hua Qing, is probably a "dance fanatic," but her personality is completely opposite to Hua Qing's.

Hua Qing is aloof and proud, yet she is cheerful and outgoing.

The fact that Qi Yanran took a liking to him shows that he is quite capable.

Fan Chenxi turned to Hua Qing: "Hua Qing, I watched your rehearsal today. Your control over that spin was really amazing. I've been dancing for so many years, and spin has always been my weakness, especially the stability at the moment of landing. I always feel like I'm missing something."

Hua Qing was a little embarrassed by the praise, but her expression remained aloof: "You flatter me."

"You flatter me!"

Fan Chenxi waved her hands repeatedly, her tone exaggerated: "I'm a straightforward person. Good is good, and bad is bad. I'm totally impressed by your performance today!"

"You're not bad either..."

"No way."

Fan Chenxi sighed and said, "You should take a look at the other five. Their resumes are more impressive than the last. They have all sorts of titles as if they were free. Some of them have already played leading roles at the National Centre for the Performing Arts and held their own solo performances... Competing with them for roles makes me question my life."

Hua Qing didn't speak, but her grip on the chopsticks tightened slightly.

She felt similarly today, but she couldn't be as open about it as Fan Chenxi...

Ding Heng noticed Hua Qing's subtle reaction and picked up another piece of pork rib and put it in her bowl.

Hua Qing lowered her head and took a bite, the tension on her face relaxing slightly.

Fan Chenxi continued, "Before I came here, I thought I had a good chance, but I didn't expect to make such a big fuss... Now I feel that the chances are slim, and I don't know whether I should continue to invest sunk costs."

Hua Qing comforted him, "Since you're here, don't think about these things. The opportunity is right in front of you; how will you know the outcome if you don't give it a try?"

Fan Chenxi chuckled again: "Hua Qing, you're right! I wish I were as confident as you... These ribs smell so good, can I try some?"

"casual."

"Thank you!"

Under Fan Chenxi's naturally outgoing guidance, the two girls ate and chatted, but most of the conversation revolved around dance-related topics.

The control over rotations, the sense of suspension during high jumps, the rhythmic flow of the choreography...

Ding Heng only half understood what was being said, so he simply kept quiet and ate his meal in peace.

After the meal, the three left the restaurant.

Hua Qing glanced back at Fan Chenxi and murmured, "She's a really nice person."

Ding Heng sighed and smiled, "It's rare for a senior to praise someone."

"It's not like I don't know how to compliment people."

"Then give me a compliment?"

"You? What's so great about you..."

Hua Qing walked quickly forward, and Ding Heng followed, pulling her into his arms and threatening and forcing her.

"No, I have to praise him today."

"Hmm...you're the older one, aren't you?"

"Where is it big?"

"He has a strong grip."

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated, and decided to stop there.

"The package from Xingcheng arrived today, and I've checked out of the hotel. Let's pack up and move in together."

"it is good……"

A few days after signing the contract, Zhou Li took the initiative to arrange for a cleaning service to thoroughly clean the house, ensuring that the entire house was spotless.

"Meow~"

Black Bean poked its head out of the carrier and curiously looked around its new home.

Hua Qing squatted down and opened the box door. Hei Dou tentatively stepped out with its paw, sniffed the floor, and then slowly strolled around.

Ding Heng carried in the remaining luggage and packages one by one, and then closed the door.

Hua Qing picked up her suitcase and went into the dressing room, starting to take out clothes. Ding Heng took the opportunity to help her organize them.

Then I started cleaning the kitchen. The pots and pans were bought at the supermarket yesterday, and the tags were still on.

Ding Heng unpacked the items, while Hua Qing put them back in their places.

The cupboard was a bit high, so Hua Qing stood on tiptoe to reach it, her waist forming a slender curve.

Ding Heng reached out from behind, gently pressed her shoulder, and took the bowl from her and put it down.

"I come."

"Oh……"

Hua Qing stepped back and quietly watched Ding Heng place the bowls and plates into the cabinet one by one, his movements swift and methodical.

Suddenly, I realized that this feeling... is pretty good.

It's not the cold, impersonal "staying in a hotel room," but rather truly "living life."

The two of them tidied up the room together, put things away together, and filled the empty house together.

Like... a newlywed couple.

Hua Qing was startled by the thought that popped into her head, and quickly turned her face away, pretending to tidy up the cushions on the sofa.

Ding Heng didn't notice her odd behavior and continued to unpack the next package.

Hua Qing asked Hua Yue to send not much: besides necessary clothes and black beans, there were a few small ornaments and a family photo.

After a short rest, Ding Heng suddenly asked curiously, "Senior, what did you rehearse today?"

Hua Qing placed the photo frame on the TV cabinet in the living room: "Nothing special. It tests basic skills, improvisation ability, and the smooth transitions between movements, etc., and gives each person a general overall score."

"Did the senior student get a high score?"

"Second to last."

"Isn't it?"

"There's nothing I can do; I'm far less experienced than them."

Hua Qing sighed and honestly admitted her shortcomings.