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

Her face was clean, and her skin was fair with a rosy glow.

Energetic, youthful, and sweet.

Despite wearing the most ordinary clothes, she seemed to be shining!

"Brother Ding Heng!"

Zhao Yanxi buried her face in Ding Heng's arms.

"Slower."

"hey-hey……"

Zhao Yanxi looked up from Ding Heng's arms and glanced around.

"Where are Xiaojingjing and Sister Man?"

"I'm resting at the hotel."

"Oh……"

Zhao Yanxi dragged out her words, her eyes darting around, her tone ambiguous.

"Ding Heng, did you mess with Sister Man again last night?"

"how?"

"I noticed something was off about her when I saw her this morning."

Zhao Yanxi chuckled and analyzed, "Dark circles under the eyes, unnatural walking posture... I've been through that state before!"

Ding Heng reached out and flicked her forehead lightly: "Go to the competition, don't worry about so much."

"Ouch."

Zhao Yanxi rubbed her forehead and pouted.

The fun sports meet had few events and wasn't particularly grand in scale.

Several red banners hung on the side of the stands, and lively sports meet marches were playing from the speakers.

The participating students gathered in small groups, creating a relaxed and casual atmosphere.

Zhao Yanxi walked onto the playground arm in arm with Ding Heng. Her light blue high ponytail stood out in the sunlight, instantly becoming the focus of the entire playground.

That unique vibrancy and radiance of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl is something that no amount of cosmetics or designer clothes can provide.

Several boys who were warming up stopped what they were doing and their eyes involuntarily followed them.

Zhao Yanxi, who has a sweet appearance, had many suitors when she started school last year. Now almost everyone knows that she has a boyfriend, but this is the first time she has made a public appearance with him.

Whispers drifted in from all directions, but Zhao Yanxi seemed not to hear them, and tightened her grip on Ding Heng's hand.

Ding Heng remained calm, his gaze sweeping over the faces that held curiosity, envy, or sour looks, without taking it to heart at all.

"Yan hope!"

My roommate Huang Meng ran over, holding a bib number in her hand: "Here, put yours on quickly."

Zhao Yanxi took it and bent down to pin it to her clothes.

Huang Meng turned to Ding Heng and greeted him with a grin, "Here to keep Yan hope company?"

Ding Heng shook the camera around his neck: "Yeah, I'm going to record the moment my Yan hope wins the championship."

"That might be a bit difficult, since your Yanxi doesn't usually attend PE class."

"It's okay, I believe her!"

Because of the buff given by Ding Heng, Zhao Yanxi's physical fitness is much better than that of her peers. However, since it is a three-legged race, the final result will depend on the skill of her partner.

Zhao Yanxi's partner was her roommate Zhang Xiao. The two stood on the starting line, their left and right feet tied together, and their arms wrapped around each other's waists.

She turned around, found Ding Heng in the crowd, waved to him, and smiled sweetly.

Ding Heng waved to her and raised his camera.

The whistle blew.

Several groups of contestants set off at the same time. Zhao Yanxi and her partner coordinated quite well. Although their pace was not fast, it was steady.

Halfway through the run, a group of people next to her suddenly stumbled forward. Zhao Yanxi instinctively dodged, losing half a beat of her rhythm, but quickly regained her balance.

The moment the finish line was breached, she bent over, gasping for breath.

"Third place...not bad, not at the bottom."

Zhao Yanxi untied her restraints, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and was about to walk to the sidelines when a bottle of water was suddenly handed to her.

"Yan hope, here you go!"

"Uh?"

Zhao Yanxi turned her head and saw a tall, thin boy wearing a white T-shirt and black sweatpants, smiling shyly.

She recognized him; he was in the same class, what was his name again...?

Zhao Yanxi went through her mind, but couldn't remember.

"Yan hope, you ran really well just now."

The boy's eyes couldn't hide his eagerness.

Zhao Yanxi gave an awkward laugh, almost ignoring the boy, and buried herself in Ding Heng's arms once again.

"Brother Ding Heng! I'm so tired..."

"Third place, not bad."

Ding Heng reached out and helped Zhao Yanxi tidy up her sweat-dampened hair.

Zhao Yanxi asked expectantly, "Brother Ding Heng, won't you mind that I'm all sweaty?"

"How could that be?"

Ding Heng lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, teasingly saying, "Even my kitten smells sweet when it sweats."

"Ugh... Ding Heng, you're being so cheesy today."

Zhao Yanxi complained, but squinted her eyes in satisfaction and buried her face in his chest, rubbing against him.

Ding Heng's performance today was exactly what Zhao Yanxi had hoped for.

The more public displays of affection are, the clearer it will be to tell everyone that Zhao Yanxi is taken, and anyone trying to steal her away should give up!

The two embraced intimately, oblivious to their surroundings.

The boy who had just handed over the water stood frozen in place, his hand squeezing the water bottle until it was deformed.

He only turned around and walked back to the stands when someone patted him on the shoulder, his back looking forlorn.

But then Zhao Yanxi's silvery laughter rang in her ears, clear and cheerful, like a summer breeze.

After the awards ceremony, Zhao Yanxi, wearing her medal, walked out of the playground side by side with Ding Heng and returned to their Mercedes.

Zhao Yanxi sat in the passenger seat, let out a long breath, slumped back in the seat, and put her legs up on the center console.

"Ding Heng, turn on the air conditioner quickly, it's so hot!"

"Are you going back to your dorm or the hotel after showering?"

"Let's go back to the hotel."

Zhao Yanxi said weakly, "The water heater in the dormitory hasn't been working well lately. The water temperature keeps fluctuating between hot and cold. I might as well get a spa treatment when I get back to the hotel."

He shifted gears and stepped on the gas, and the car slowly drove out of the parking space. Ding Heng glanced at it through the rearview mirror.

Under the streetlights at the school gate, the boy who had just handed out the water stood quietly, holding the bottle of water he hadn't given away, staring at the taillights of the car, motionless.

Ding Heng looked away: "The one who brought you water earlier, was he from your class?"

"Ah."

Zhao Yanxi looked down at her phone and asked, "What?"

"Are there still people pursuing you?"

Zhao Yanxi sighed with difficulty: "Yes, even though I post a lot of affection on my WeChat Moments and my account status is in a relationship, there are still annoying people sticking to me."

"So that's why you showed up in public with me today?"

"It's probably useless..."

Zhao Yanxi put down her phone and shrugged helplessly: "Like that guy just now, I even brought you in with my arm around him, but he still had no sense of propriety and made a fool of himself, making me feel embarrassed to even talk to him..."

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "So devoted?"

"Who knows..."

Zhao Yanxi said casually, "Maybe it's because I lent him a pen at the library last time."

Ding Heng sighed and chuckled.

Zhao Yanxi is youthful, sweet, and exudes a strong girlfriend vibe... Her smile is as sweet as honey, and her ponytail swings back and forth, making her an easy target for young people's ideal woman.

Especially for boys who have spent all their high school years doing practice problems and have never been in a relationship, her destructive power is practically nuclear.

A casual remark or a smile can steal a person's soul.

She herself was completely unaware, or perhaps she knew but didn't take it seriously.

The car stopped at the red light.

Zhao Yanxi suddenly turned her phone towards Ding Heng: "Brother Ding Heng, I want to buy this."

Ding Heng glanced at it from the side.

On the screen is a finely crafted maid outfit, a classic style with a black and white color scheme.

The high collar, the puffy sleeves, and the skirt hem reaching mid-calf, revealing only a section of the ankle.

It doesn't leak; in fact, you could say it's completely covered up.

But that sense of asceticism is all the more alluring, making one unable to resist fantasizing about the glimpses of garter stockings beneath the skirt when it's lifted...

"Go ahead and buy it."