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

The car came to a stop in front of the Chujiang Hotel.

The three got out of the car, walked through the lobby as if they knew the way well, and entered the private elevator of the presidential suite.

The elevator doors closed, and the car was quiet for a moment.

Zhao Yanxi suddenly seemed to remember something and turned to look at Ding Heng: "By the way, Brother Ding Heng, where are the gifts you brought us?"

Ding Heng leaned against the elevator wall: "It's on me."

"On your body?"

Zhao Yanxi blinked, immediately leaned over, and rummaged through his coat pockets with both hands: "Where? Where? I can't find it?"

Ding Heng let her fuss for a while, then raised his hand to hold her mischievous little hand, lowered his head close to her ear, and smiled inscrutablely.

"Don't rush... I've been saving it for a whole week."

"One week..."

Zhao Yanxi licked her lips, her breathing becoming heavier.

The man was essentially telling her, "Don't worry, I didn't steal any meat while I was out. I saved it all for you two..."

Unlike Zhao Yanxi, Wen Jing was quick-witted.

She instinctively shrank back, already plotting in her mind whether she could find an excuse to hide in her side room tonight.

But then she thought, even if Ding Heng were willing to let her go, Zhao Yanxi definitely wouldn't...

She secretly glanced at Zhao Yanxi.

Zhao Yanxi remained in the position where Ding Heng held her wrist, her face showing no fear, but instead slowly flushing red.

Her bright eyes seemed to be ignited by something, moist and almost overflowing with love.

Wenjing sighed deeply and lowered her head resignedly.

It’s over.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder; I'm afraid I'm in for a big surprise tonight.

Sure enough, there's a price to pay when a man buys you a car...

Chapter 163: KTV Princess? (Part 1)

early morning.

Wenjing washed up early and returned to the bedside, bending down to gently pat Zhao Yanxi, who was still lingering in the man's arms.

"Yan hope, it's time to get up. Didn't we agree to help Hua Yue this morning?"

"Hmm... just five more minutes of sleep..."

Zhao Yanxi snuggled closer to the man and let out a muffled protest.

Wenjing reached out and pulled Zhao Yanxi's blanket: "Get up quickly, three five-minute intervals have already passed!"

Zhao Yanxi clung tightly to the corner of the blanket, like a snail hiding in its shell, with only a messy head of light blue hair showing.

Wenjing had no choice but to resort to her trump card: "If you don't get up, you'll lose your allowance next month..."

No, no, no!

Zhao Yanxi suddenly sprang up from under the covers, her hair a mess, her eyes not fully open, and muttered, "I'll get up right away!"

She yawned as she got out of bed, her bare feet sinking into the carpet as she staggered toward the bathroom.

Wenjing followed behind, picking up the clothes, stockings, and other items that the two of them had scattered last night and throwing them into the laundry basket, sighing softly.

Although it's happened more than once, I still find it absurd every time afterward...

"Brother Ding Heng, let's go!"

The two spent almost half an hour getting ready to leave.

Drive slowly.

Ding Heng was still lying in bed taking a nap, and responded lazily.

"Know it."

The door closed gently, and the footsteps faded into the distance.

Ding Heng turned over, buried his face in the pillow that still held the warmth of the young girl, and quickly fell into a deep sleep again.

He slept very soundly, and when Ding Heng opened his eyes again, it was already noon.

The phone screen was lit up, with several unread messages piled up on the lock screen.

He squinted and reached for his phone, but before he could even see it clearly, a voice request popped up—Hua Qing.

Ding Heng pressed the answer button and held the phone to his ear.

"Hey, senior?"

"Not up yet?"

"Just woke up."

Ding Heng rolled out of bed and put on his headphones as he walked toward the bathroom.

"It's only been a day since we parted, and my senior already misses me?"

"Who misses you?"

Hua Qing's voice sounded stiff: "I was just bored on my way home, so I made a random call to ask."

"go home?"

Ding Heng turned on the tap, squeezed on some toothpaste, and mumbled, "Senior, is rehearsal over?"

"Ah."

A whooshing sound came through the receiver, mixed with the soft whirring of a bicycle chain turning.

How was rehearsal today?

Ding Heng spat out the foam in his mouth and softened his tone.

"Not very good."

The sense of loss is palpable in those three simple words.

"Fan Chenxi is in better shape today than yesterday, her progress is obvious. The others are also adjusting, but me..."

The wind died down on the other end of the phone, probably because they had turned into a sheltered alley.

Hua Qing didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was already very clear.

A talented dancer who has always been incredibly confident is now about to fall to last place...

"Senior, take it easy. This is just the beginning. It's not like the roles will be decided tomorrow."

"I know."

Hua Qing's voice was muffled: "But..."

"But what 'but'?"

Ding Heng comforted her gently, saying, "Senior, you need to understand that what you lack is not ability, but adaptation... Once you adapt to the rhythm, you will definitely be no worse than anyone else."

Although Ding Heng didn't understand dance, he could roughly guess the reason.

Although Hua Qing's talent is absolutely top-notch, others are not far behind her. They have all received professional guidance from renowned teachers at prestigious institutions such as the Beijing Dance Academy and the Shanghai Opera Academy, and have many opportunities to broaden their horizons.

Hua Qing, on the other hand, at Hunan Normal University, basically had to rely on herself... Four years is indeed enough to create a significant gap in professional skills.

"You make it sound so easy."

Hua Qing was still defiant, but her tone was noticeably gentler than before.

"So what does my senior want to hear me say? Stop practicing, come back to Xingcheng and I'll take care of you?"

"Ding Heng!"

"Okay, okay, I'm just kidding."

Ding Heng chuckled softly, picked up the face wash next to him, squeezed some out and applied it to his face.

"Relax, take it slow, and don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Hua Qing gave a soft "hmm," and the sound of the receiver picked up again. She turned out of the alley and rode back onto the main road.

After a while, Hua Qing suddenly spoke.

"Ding Heng".

"Ok?"

"Were you with Wenjing and Zhao Yanxi last night?"

"How did you know, senior?"

"Checking WeChat Moments."

Ding Heng put down the lotion bottle in his hand, picked up his phone, exited the call interface, and opened Zhao Yanxi's WeChat Moments.

[Lucky Zhao]: [My sister is suffering while I'm picking up her car... Waaaaah (╥╯﹏╰╥)]

[picture]

In the photo, Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing stand side by side in front of the bathroom mirror, both wearing matching pink JK uniforms.

Zhao Yanxi tilted her head, one hand on her hip, the other making a V sign, her smile bright and radiant.

Wenjing stood next to her, her cheeks flushed slightly, her hands hanging neatly at her sides, like a shy little follower who had been pulled in for a photo.

Ding Heng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Is the senior jealous?"

"No, I didn't."

Hua Qing denied it quickly, almost deliberately.