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

Bai Ma turned back angrily and put her headphones back on.

"I'm not fighting anymore, brother, you fight me one-on-one."

"Row."

Ding Heng let her have her way and created a custom room.

In the first round, Ding Heng deliberately let the opponent win.

In the second round, he let the opponent off the hook again.

……

Finally, Bai Ma's kill count reached 39, just one more kill away from ending the game.

She swaggered around with her white-stockinged feet, beaming with pride.

"Brother, you're so weak! Your gun is so soft and slow. How about we make a bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

"The loser becomes the winner's servant for a month."

Baima smiled slyly: "You must obey unconditionally during this period."

"Row."

Ding Heng sat up straight and moved his wrists slightly.

Bai Ma confidently controlled her character to charge forward.

Then—the screen went gray.

She was stunned.

Resurrected, let's charge again.

It's grayed out again.

Resurrected, let's charge again.

Gray again.

A human head.

two.

Three.

Five.

……

Bai Ma's gunplay is getting worse and worse, and his actions are becoming increasingly chaotic.

Ding Heng toyed with Bai Ma like a cat playing with a mouse, each kill precise and composed, rarely allowing Bai Ma to fire a shot.

40 kills achieved.

Bai Ma slid her hands off the keyboard and mouse, slumped into her chair, her eyes vacant: "How...could this have happened..."

Ding Heng took off his headphones and asked with a smile, "You're my servant now, right?"

Baima mechanically turned her head: "Brother...we were just joking, right?"

"I also agreed to go on a trip during the summer vacation."

No, no, no!

Baima quickly sat up straight and put her hands together in prayer: "Brother, just tell me what you want? I'll do whatever you say!"

Ding Heng moved closer, looking down at Baima from his elevated position.

"It's a little difficult for you, just bear with it!"

The next morning.

"Brother... I really can't go on..."

"Brother... slow down..."

"Brother...please, please let me go..."

The girl's heavy breathing was accompanied by Ding Heng's stern reprimand.

"No, continue!"

"Hurry up, get moving!"

On the running track in the villa community garden, Ding Heng, dressed in dark gray sportswear, walked steadily with even breathing.

Baima followed behind him, wearing the same pink and white tracksuit, panting and staggering.

Its two short legs moved incredibly fast, but it just couldn't catch up with the tall figure in front of it.

"The last lap."

Ding Heng didn't turn his head.

"I...I can't run anymore..."

"Even if you can't run, you have to run."

Baima gritted her teeth and charged forward with her last bit of strength.

Finally, Ding Heng stopped at the finish line.

Baima took two more steps forward, but her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

She lay on her back, her chest heaving violently, her sweat-soaked sweatshirt outlining the youthful, innocent silhouette of a young girl.

Ding Heng walked over and looked down.

That's all for today.

Baima closed her eyes, not wanting to speak.

"Get up, go back and wash up. The teacher will be here soon."

Baima opened one eye.

"What teacher?"

"Your posture teacher."

Baima suddenly sat up, her eyes wide open.

Why did you hire a posture coach for me?

"Look at you, you have no proper sitting or standing posture."

Ding Heng, with his hands in his pockets, said in a calm tone, "Aunt Qu Zhen said that you must correct your posture."

The rules he set for his "servant" Pema were very simple:

First, correct your sleep schedule. Stop staying up all night and get up at 6 a.m. sharp every day.

I run two laps after getting up, and then do two hours of posture training from 9 to 11 a.m.

I'll have driving lessons in the afternoon, and then swim for an hour after I get back.

Then you can rest freely, but you must go to bed before 10 p.m.

Baima turned her face away, defiantly declaring, "You can kill me if you want!"

Ding Heng said, "If you don't learn to swim, how will you come to the beach with us?"

Baima turned around: "To the beach?"

"Where else to go in the summer if not the beach?"

"Didn't you go to Hainan Island?"

"Can't we go somewhere else? Are you coming or not?"

Baima quickly got up from the ground and dusted herself off.

"Go! Go! Go!"

She obediently followed Ding Heng back, but after a few steps her legs started to ache and she slowed down.

"Brother...my leg hurts..."

Ding Heng sighed and squatted down.

Baima immediately understood, climbed onto his back, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Ding Heng stood up, carried Bai Ma on his back, and walked back.

Bai Ma rested her chin on Ding Heng's shoulder, her two short legs dangling and swaying at his waist.

"Brother."

"Ok?"

"Have you noticed that Mom and Uncle Ding have been apart for quite a while lately?"

Ding Heng didn't stop walking.

Why are you worrying about adults?

"I'm just curious."

Baima asked worriedly, "They've been dating for over a year, won't they get tired of each other and want to break up?"

"Let's break up then."

Ding Heng said casually, "They're both over forty. Isn't it normal for them to break up after dating?"

"What if they break up... will you still be my brother?"

"Don't do it."

Bai Ma immediately became agitated and raised her voice.

"Why?!"