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

Baima didn't go inside immediately; her gaze was fixed on the distance.

A girl rushed into her mother's arms, and the mother and daughter embraced, both crying their hearts out.

A boy accepted the flowers from his family, scratched his head shyly, and his father patted him on the shoulder, his eyes a little red.

Baima sighed softly.

"what happened?"

Ding Heng followed her gaze.

"nothing."

Baima withdrew her gaze, bent down and climbed into the passenger seat, feigning sorrow as she sighed, "I suddenly feel like an abandoned child."

"Boom."

Ding Heng gently tapped her on the forehead.

"Ouch!"

Baima covered her forehead, looking aggrieved.

Ding Heng got into the driver's seat: "Didn't Aunt Qu Zhen call you? She had something come up and couldn't get away, so she asked me to bring you a bouquet of flowers."

He gestured with his chin, indicating that Baima should look at the back seat.

Baima turned around, and a bouquet of champagne roses lay quietly in the back seat.

She reached out and hugged it, then sniffed it.

"You think a bouquet of flowers will suffice? This is the college entrance exam, a major life event!"

"So what do you want? For her to fly back and be with you?"

"That won't be necessary..."

Baima leaned back in her chair, her two short legs propped up on the center console.

She said casually, "Anyway, I'm just going through the motions... A good junior college is no worse than Tsinghua or Peking University, don't you think, brother?"

Ding Heng was drinking water and almost choked: "You're really going to go to a junior college?"

Bai Ma blinked: "Otherwise what? With my grades, do you think I could be admitted to a 985 university through a special exception?"

Given Qu Zhen's current net worth, why would her daughter want to attend a junior college?

Ding Heng found it all rather abstract.

"Didn't your mother think of any other options for you?"

"I've thought about it."

Baima counted on her fingers: "Going abroad, studying art, pursuing sports specialties, Sino-foreign joint programs, studying in Hong Kong and Macau, even having me take some international standardized test to apply to overseas schools... I've thought of everything I can think of."

"and then?"

"Then my mom went to ask the master again."

Baima rolled her eyes: "The master said that I am not destined to travel far and that it is best for me to stay in the mainland. My mother let me choose for myself, and I said I would go to a junior college, which is close to home and convenient."

Ding Heng's lips twitched.

"So you're still planning to choose a junior college in Changsha?"

"Yeah, it's right next to your school, so I can often come over for meals."

Baima spoke with confidence and without the slightest embarrassment.

Ding Heng remained silent for two seconds, then let out a long sigh.

"Whatever makes you happy."

"Hehe! Anyway, my mom only has one requirement—don't go astray!"

"This request is quite difficult for you."

"That's why I chose a school close to you, so you can keep an eye on me."

"I... fine!"

Ding Heng resigned himself to his fate, and his car slowly merged into the traffic.

The June sun shone through the windshield, making people feel lazy.

Baima reclined the chair back and relaxed.

"Brother."

"Ok?"

What are your plans for summer vacation?

"I haven't decided yet."

Ding Heng looked straight ahead: "What, you have plans?"

"I want to get a driver's license first, and then we can go out and have fun together when you and your sisters-in-law are on vacation."

Baima pleaded, "Brother, you'll definitely take me with you, right? Right? Right!?"

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "We haven't decided where to go yet, what good ideas do you have?"

"do not know."

Baima shook her head and emphasized again, "Anyway, you are not allowed to abandon me!"

"We'll see how things go then."

"Brother~!!!"

Baima swung her short legs up and down, throwing a tantrum.

"Sit down!"

Ding Heng reached out and pressed down on Bai Ma's swaying legs; they were smooth and soft.

I have to say, this girl has really good skin...

The car drove into the villa's garage.

The two went upstairs, where Sister Jiang was waiting at the door. She took the car keys from Ding Heng and smiled at Bai Ma.

"Bai Ma is back? How did the exam go?"

"It's alright, it's alright."

Bai Ma waved her hand dismissively, changed into her slippers, and walked inside: "Where's Xiao Shu?"

"Upstairs, the new tutor just arrived and is giving a lesson."

"A new tutor?"

Baima paused, turned back to look at Sister Jiang: "What about the one from before?"

"The previous one had some family issues and resigned. This is the new one we found, and this is her first day here."

With an "Oh," Baima ran upstairs.

The study door was ajar, and Baima poked half her head in.

Wen Shu sat at her desk with an English exercise book open in front of her.

Hearing the noise, she turned around and smiled at Baima.

"Have you finished your exams?"

"Just finished the exams! I'm free! Unlike some people who have to study hard for another year!"

Baima pushed open the door, plopped down on the bed, and looked smug.

Ding Heng followed him in, his gaze falling on the other side of the desk.

The woman was in her late twenties, with a dignified posture, delicate features, gentle eyes, thin-rimmed glasses, and her hair tied in a low ponytail, exuding an intellectual and gentle temperament.

Seeing Ding Heng enter, she quickly put down the textbook in her hand and stood up.

"Hello, are you Wenshu's brother?"

She gave a slight bow, her smile polite: "I'm Shen Ruoqing, the new tutor. I'm in charge of Wenshu's English and Chinese."

Her voice was soft and clear, with a slight southern accent.

Ding Heng nodded politely: "Hello, Teacher Shen, thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard."

Shen Ruoqing shook her head and looked at Wen Shu: "Wen Shu has a good foundation. With a little extra help, her grades can improve."

Wen Shu put down her pen and looked at Ding Heng with a smile: "Brother-in-law, this is my new teacher, what do you think?"

Brother-in-law?

Shen Ruoqing was taken aback, and an awkward expression flashed across her face.

"Sorry, I thought it was..."

She quickly turned to Ding Heng, her tone apologetic: "You don't look like you're getting married, so..."

"fine."

Ding Heng waved his hand: "My relationship with Wen Shu won't affect your teaching."

Shen Ruoqing nodded and sat back down.

"Wenshu, shall we call it a day?"

"Okay, teacher, then the same time next week?"

"Row."

Shen Ruoqing got up, tidied up the textbooks on the table, and put them into a light gray canvas bag.

Ding Heng turned to the door and called out, "Sister Jiang, see Teacher Shen off."

"No need, no need."

Shen Ruoqing waved her hand, picked up her bag and walked out. She nodded slightly as she passed Ding Heng, then quickly went downstairs.