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

"I don't want a disobedient sister like you."

Baima pursed her lips, and her voice softened.

"Then I'll behave and obey, will you still be my brother?"

"I'll reconsider after you perform."

"Oh……"

Bai Ma responded softly and buried her face in Ding Heng's shoulder.

Chapter 190: Hua Qing's Longing and Reflections

Ding Heng carried Bai Ma back to the villa, where Wen Jing and Sister Jiang had already prepared breakfast.

"came back?"

Wenjing looked up and smiled at Ding Heng: "Go wash your hands, it'll be ready soon."

Baima jumped off Ding Heng's back, went to the dining table first, picked up her cup of hot milk and drank it all in one gulp.

After Ding Heng washed his hands and sat down, Sister Jiang brought over the porridge, praising Wenjing and her virtuousness.

Wenjing blushed slightly at the praise, saying, "Sister Jiang, what are you saying? Let me lend you a hand..."

As everyone ate and chatted, Wenjing suddenly looked up and gazed at Wenshu, who was munching on bread across from her.

"Xiaoshu, have you found a new tutor yet?"

Not yet.

Wen Shu swallowed the bread in her mouth: "I'm currently leaning towards that senior teacher in her fifties. Although her Mandarin isn't great, she's very experienced, and Bai Ma also thinks she's suitable!"

Wenjing asked curiously, "Isn't that Teacher Shen good? Her resume looks pretty impressive."

Wen Shu took another bite of bread and mumbled, "Bai Ma said there are men in the house, and it's not safe for a very pretty woman to come in."

In an instant, the atmosphere at the dining table became subtle.

Wenjing glanced at Ding Heng subconsciously, then quickly looked away.

Baima coughed twice, pretending to focus on the porridge in her bowl.

Sister Jiang was a sensible person; she wisely didn't respond and turned back to the kitchen to continue her work.

Ding Heng didn't mind, picked up the bowl of porridge and took a sip: "A woman in her fifties is good, she's experienced and steady. Just let me know when you've decided."

Wen Shu nodded: "Yes, thank you, brother-in-law."

Bai Ma secretly glanced up and saw that Ding Heng had no intention of settling scores with her, so she secretly breathed a sigh of relief and continued to bury her head in her porridge.

For some reason, she increasingly didn't want any more beautiful women to come into her house...

After breakfast, Ding Heng changed his shoes and picked up his car keys.

"Sister Jiang."

He called out towards the kitchen, "Keep an eye on Baima for me during her etiquette class this morning, and her driving and swimming lessons this afternoon. Don't let her slack off."

"Don't worry, Xiao Ding, I'm watching."

Sister Jiang poked her head out from the kitchen, her tone resolute.

Ding Heng and Wen Jing went downstairs, got into the car, and drove out of the villa area.

Changsha in June was unbearably hot.

Wenjing leaned back in her chair and yawned lazily: "Ding Heng, there's less than a month until the end of the semester. What are we going to do during summer vacation?"

"What's wrong? You're no longer interested in class?"

"I didn't."

Wenjing retorted softly, "It's better to plan ahead so we don't end up in a panic..."

Ding Heng reached out and ruffled the girl's hair without saying a word.

He also had little interest in attending classes.

With less than a month until summer vacation, his heart had already flown elsewhere.

Counting the time, it had been a month and a half since he had officially seen Hua Qing.

Their communication was reduced to a few brief greetings each day and a weekly "private vlog".

By the end of June or the beginning of July, the Hua Qing selection process will enter its final stage.

Whether or not they can secure the main dancer position, the final month's sprint will be crucial!

For both personal and professional reasons, Ding Heng shouldn't have bothered her...

The car stopped at the roadside, and Wenjing got out and waved goodbye.

Ding Heng didn't rush to class; instead, he took out his phone and opened the Hua Qing chat window.

[Ding Heng]: Senior, are you up yet?

Half a minute later, a video call request popped up.

Ding Heng pressed the answer button.

The screen lit up, and the image shook before stabilizing.

Hua Qing lay on the bed, holding Hei Dou in her arms, her whole body huddled under the covers, only her pale face showing.

Her hair was a little messy, her eyes were half-open, and her lips were bloodless.

He looked sickly and listless, lacking his usual aloof and arrogant aura.

Ding Heng frowned slightly.

"Senior, are you not feeling well? Why didn't you go to training?"

"My relatives have arrived."

Hua Qing's voice was weak and feeble.

Ding Heng did the math—wait a minute, Hua Qing's relatives should have been gone a week ago.

Are you feeling very uncomfortable?

"Um……"

Hua Qing responded softly, hugged Hei Dou tightly, and buried her face deep into the pillow.

Black Bean struggled in her arms and let out a dissatisfied "meow," but she ignored it.

I don’t know if it’s because of physical discomfort, but Hua Qing seemed extremely fragile today.

Her usually cool eyes were now moist, as if they might well up with tears at any moment, and even her tone of voice was softer than usual, with a hint of grievance in her voice.

She didn't beat around the bush and told Ding Heng directly, "Last month, I deliberately took medication to stop my period for training. I wanted to take it again this month... but then I felt really uncomfortable. I went to see a doctor, and the doctor told me to stop taking the medication. Yesterday, my period started again, and I felt extremely uncomfortable, several times more uncomfortable than usual."

Ding Heng sighed.

The woman in front of me has endured all kinds of hardship and exhaustion in order to dance.

Last year, when he was injured, he endured it without uttering a sound and never showed any weakness in front of others.

For her to say "I feel extremely uncomfortable," you can imagine how serious the condition must be.

Will it affect training?

"For a short period of one or two days... it should be fine."

Hua Qing's voice was weak, clearly indicating that she herself wasn't very confident.

Ding Heng then asked, "How are your training results lately?"

Mentioning this, Hua Qing finally perked up a little.

She peeked out from under the covers, pulled Black Bean up a little, and rested her chin on the cat's head.

"I've already secured a top-two finish, and..."

Hua Qing's tone was filled with undisguised pride: "We've maintained first place for a week straight."

In an instant, Ding Heng could clearly feel Hua Qing's vitality returning.

A light shone in his clear, cold eyes, and his voice was stronger than before, as if the pain in his body no longer mattered.

"Then I congratulate you in advance, senior."

Just as Ding Heng had predicted.

Hua Qing's talent is absolutely top-notch. In the past, she was just confined to the small place of the Dance Department of Hubei Normal University, where resources were limited, vision was limited, and opponents were limited.

Now that she's in the capital, surrounded by the nation's top dancers, the competitive pressure and atmosphere force her to give it her all.

Given enough space and guidance, her progress is beyond imagination.

"Not necessarily."

Hua Qing said modestly, "The second place is Shen Tingwan. She has done a national tour and is not much worse than me."

Shen Tingwan.

Ding Heng silently recited the name in his mind.

"Third is Chenxi, who is also making rapid progress."

Hua Qing continued, "Teacher Qi said that Chenxi's comprehension is the strongest she has ever seen, and she understands the character the best. The only problem is that her basic skills are a bit lacking. If only she had met a good teacher earlier..."

She began to recount her training experiences, from her teammates to Qi Yanran's choreography, and then to the troupe's progress...

Time passed second by second.

Ding Heng leaned back in his chair and listened quietly.

It was rare for Hua Qing to say so much.

She is usually too cold and silent, keeping everything bottled up inside, but today her physical vulnerability made her talkative.

"Oh, right, and that..."

Hua Qing stopped abruptly halfway through her speech.