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

"Lift up your sleeve."

Ding Heng raised his arm.

Longhe circled around him twice, then returned to him and tilted her head.

"I'll take this one."

She turned to the sales assistant: "Try a few more in different colors."

"Longhe".

"Ok?"

That's enough.

"Much worse."

Longhe took another piece of clothing from the sales assistant and stuffed it into Ding Heng's arms.

"Keep trying."

Ding Heng sighed, turned around and walked back to the fitting room.

After nearly two hours of this ordeal, Ding Heng ended up with a huge pile of luxury men's clothing, all paid for by his friends using their credit cards.

As the two left the mall, Long He hummed a little tune, in a very good mood.

Where to go next?

"Let's browse around some more."

Long He glanced around the floor plan and pointed to another end: "There's a styling studio over there. I heard the stylist used to be a regular at TVB."

"Are you getting your hair done?"

"No, I just think your hair needs a trim."

Since the start of last semester, Ding Heng hasn't really taken care of his hair properly; his bangs have grown so long they're almost covering his eyes.

"Let's go."

Without giving Ding Heng a chance to refuse, Long He went into the studio first.

The styling studio is small, and the decor is minimalist industrial style.

A man in his early thirties approached, with slicked-back hair, wearing a black tight-fitting T-shirt, and a floral tattoo on his arm.

After a brief exchange, Ding Heng was pushed into a chair, and the tattooed Tony picked up a pair of scissors and began gesturing at his head.

Long He sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and played on his phone. Occasionally, he would look up at Ding Heng in the mirror and a slight smile would appear on his lips.

The scissors snipped away, and stray hairs slipped from Ding Heng's shoulders.

More than half an hour later, the tattooed Tony gave Ding Heng a quick wash, applied some hair wax, and styled it with his fingers.

"All right."

Ding Heng looked in the mirror.

Her bangs were cut short, revealing her entire face.

With high brow bones, deep-set eyes, and a sharp jawline, paired with his newly purchased luxury menswear, he really has that kind of style.

Tony, with his tattooed arm, asked, "How is it?"

Before Ding Heng could speak, Long He walked over first.

"Yes, it looks better than your old buzz cut."

"Did the buzz cut offend you?"

"Like a convict in a labor camp."

"Hey? You're looking down on your brother, huh?"

Ding Heng glared at Long He in the mirror, and Long He blinked innocently.

As the two walked out of the styling studio, Ding Heng had another bag in his hand, containing shampoo and hair wax recommended by the tattooed Tony.

Long He walked beside Ding Heng, glancing at him every now and then.

"What are you looking at?"

"Hmm... I've always thought that with a little makeup, your face is just as good as a male celebrity's."

"No way, I don't want to work with you."

"You think you're so great just because I praised you a couple of times?"

The two bickered as usual, took the elevator back to the garage, and put the bags they were carrying into the trunk.

The car drove out of the garage and merged into the traffic.

Long He spoke again.

"Ding Heng".

"Ok?"

"You're saying this car belongs to your dad's girlfriend?"

"Ah."

Long He remained silent for a few seconds, then suddenly uttered something astonishing.

"If you like it, do you want me to buy you one? It's not good to always drive someone else's car, and you'll easily get looked down upon."

Ding Heng's hand trembled, and he almost swerved the steering wheel.

"What did you say?"

I said I'd buy you a car.

Long He said calmly, "My budget is seventy or eighty, even around one hundred is fine. What brand do you want?"

Ding Heng was utterly dumbfounded.

"My dear Sister Long."

"What?"

"You make too much money as a celebrity, you don't know what to do with it, right?"

Don't take my kindness for granted!

Long He was furious when he heard this and instinctively raised his fist to punch Ding Heng, but then hesitated because Ding Heng was driving.

The car came to a stop in front of the hotel.

Long He unbuckled his seatbelt: "Ding Heng."

"Ok?"

"Why are you being so formal with me? It's not shameful to use your brother's money."

"Good good..."

Ding Heng gave a perfunctory response, but Long He took it very seriously.

"When I was a kid, I wanted a game console, and you saved up your breakfast money to buy it for me, didn't you? Now that I'm successful, why are you being so polite with me?"

Ding Heng remained silent.

Long He continued, "Anyway, just tell me if you need anything! And my credit card, use it if you want, don't worry about it..."

Ding Heng teased her deliberately, "Then can I give the flowers to my girlfriend?"

Long He's lips twitched.

She turned her head and glared at Ding Heng, her cheeks puffed out slightly, like a hamster that had been provoked.

"you……"

Long He took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to suppress his emotions.

"Sure! Either way is fine!"

She gritted her teeth: "Just don't be polite with me!"

They were clearly furious, but they still had to pretend to be magnanimous.

Ding Heng realized that his brother really had the idea of ​​keeping him as a mistress.

He sighed deeply, then suddenly reached out and took off the black-rimmed glasses from Long He's nose.

Long He was taken aback: "What are you doing?"

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but leaned over and opened his arms, pulling her into his embrace.

Long He froze.

Ding Heng wrapped his arms around her back, rested his chin on her shoulder, and breathed on the skin of her neck, causing a slight itch.

"W-what are you doing...?"

"It's nothing, just a hug, bro."

The car was quiet, with only the soft breathing of the two people inside.

Finally, Long He stepped out of Ding Heng's arms and put his glasses back on.

"I am leaving."

"Yes, the concert went well."

"Oh."

Longhe got out of the car, and his figure quickly disappeared behind the revolving door.

Ding Heng didn't linger long and drove to the Starbucks on the pedestrian street again, where Jiang Wen was still sitting in the same spot as yesterday.

"How about it?"

"They've all been photographed..."

Jiang Wen took out her camera and handed it to Ding Heng.

There are two photos in total, one showing Ding Heng embracing Long He in a movie theater, and the other showing them hugging at the hotel entrance.