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

Hua Qing was speechless.

[Fan Chenxi]: Okay, okay, I won't disturb your time together. Get some rest, see you on Monday.

Fan Chenxi: [Waves]

Hua Qing replied with an "Mm" and tossed her phone aside.

After Ding Heng finished relieving himself, he shook the water off his hands and asked, "Want to go for a walk together?"

"it is good."

Hua Qing rolled off the sofa: "You... wait for me."

"what happened?"

"nothing."

She quickly walked into the dressing room and closed the door.

When she came out again, she was wearing a light green, thin Hanfu dress made of cotton and linen, with a design inspired by JK uniforms. The fitted waist accentuated her slender figure.

Ding Heng looked her up and down.

"Your new model?"

"Ah."

Hua Qing walked up to him and spun around.

Her skirt fluttered gently, revealing a section of her fair calves.

"Xiaoyue and I designed it together. Doesn't it look good?"

Her tone was casual, but her eyes held a hint of anticipation.

"nice."

Ding Heng nodded, his tone serious: "Senior looks good in anything."

Hua Qing pouted: "That's all you can say."

"The truth doesn't need to be embellished."

Ding Heng reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair from her forehead behind her ear.

"Grumpy."

Hua Qing turned and went out first, and Ding Heng quickly followed.

The two didn't go too far, just strolled around a nearby shopping mall and bought some things that they had no idea whether they would be useful or not.

Finally, we found a Hunan restaurant for a quick dinner, took a walk, and prepared to head back.

The car drove smoothly through the capital's night, with streetlights flashing past the window one after another, casting flickering shadows on Hua Qing's face.

She suddenly spoke: "Ding Heng."

Ding Heng gripped the steering wheel, his posture relaxed: "Hmm?"

What are your plans for summer vacation?

"Go out and have fun with Yan hope and the others."

"Last time you were on the beach in Hainan Island..."

Hua Qing lowered her eyes and softened her voice: "Did you have fun together?"

Ding Heng said bluntly, "If you're interested, senior, how about we try it together during the summer vacation?"

"abnormal."

Hua Qing muttered something as usual.

"Too……"

Ding Heng's tone turned serious: "I almost forgot, once senior is chosen as the lead, she'll immediately be busy with training and a national tour. She won't have time to mess around with us."

"It's not even close to being settled yet, don't talk nonsense."

"What, does the senior not have confidence in herself yet?"

It's not that I lack confidence.

Hua Qing sighed, "It's just... I always feel like I'm not at my best yet. Teacher Qi also said that my expression in some places is still a bit lacking, not 'clear' enough."

"through?"

"Well..."

Hua Qing carefully chose her words: "Teacher Qi said that my technique is fine, but I'm still lacking in emotional expression. My expression is not natural enough and there's a layer of shell."

Ding Heng, who knew absolutely nothing about dance, was completely bewildered.

However, from his perspective, Hua Qing, as a dance genius chosen from among millions, should be a sure thing to get the role.

Of course, this is all on the premise that there is no external interference...

"Senior, last time you mentioned that Shen... Shen..."

"Shen Tingwan."

"Yes, Shen Tingwan."

Ding Heng said seriously, "I looked into her before I came. It seems her family is from the capital? Her parents seem to be from the General Song and Dance Troupe, and she also has an uncle who works at the National Centre for the Performing Arts. She can be considered an artistic family. She grew up in the industry, with resources, connections, and a broad perspective..."

Hua Qing frowned and interrupted, "Why are you bringing this up?"

"In short... she poses a significant threat to the senior student."

Ding Heng cut to the chase and asked, "Is there some connection behind this?"

"What relationship or not?"

Hua Qing frowned even more, her tone even a little sharp: "If someone dances better than me, and I'm not good enough myself, then the lead dancer should be her, regardless of her background."

Ding Heng reached out and patted her thigh lightly: "Don't worry, senior, I'm here for you."

Don't overthink it.

Hua Qing sighed, "Teacher Qi is in charge, I trust her!"

When the green light came on, Ding Heng stepped on the gas again.

At times, Hua Qing, who is four years older than him, seems overly naive.

In the end, Qi Yanran was just a dance teacher without real power. Although she was dedicated to the art, she could only do her best to be a good person.

Moreover, once they are coerced by external forces, they will also be unable to control their own destiny.

"Okay, if senior says no, then no."

Ding Heng didn't press further, and the conversation ended there.

As the car turned into the residential area, Hua Qing stopped at the delivery station and retrieved three or four parcel boxes of varying sizes.

What did you buy?

"For practicing martial arts."

The two carried the package back upstairs, and Ding Heng took out a utility knife from the drawer and cut open the first box.

Inside were several pairs of ballet shoes, low-cut satin, in a very pale flesh-pink color.

Hua Qing sat cross-legged and took out the dance shoes one by one, carefully checking the toes and soles. After confirming that there were no problems, she picked up the dance shoes and kept banging and folding them on the floor, even hitting them hard with something.

Ding Heng asked in bewilderment, "Why are you doing this with your perfectly good new shoes, senior?"

Hua Qing explained, "New shoes are too stiff. Softer shoes will fit your feet better and prevent your toes from cracking, getting blisters, and bleeding."

"That won't do! Senior, are you still using the ointment?"

What's your rush?

"I haven't had enough fun yet, how can I not be in a hurry?"

"You...you're a pervert!"

Hua Qing muttered another curse.

The second box was slightly larger; inside was a set of training clothes.

It's a dark blue jumpsuit made of lightweight, smooth fabric.

Hua Qing picked it up, shook it out, held it up to her body, and then handed it to Ding Heng.

"Could you stretch it for me and see how elastic it is?"

Ding Heng took it, pinched the fabric with both hands, and gently pulled it to both sides.

It has good elasticity and immediately returns to its original shape after being released.

He touched the fabric again and casually joked, "This material is quite smooth, just like my senior's legs."

"abnormal!!!"

Hua Qing snatched the training clothes from Ding Heng's hands, crumpled them up, and stuffed them back into the box.

Ding Heng chuckled softly and stopped teasing her.

The third box was the smallest, containing a bottle of anti-slip rosin commonly used by dance students, and several spare large sock straps.

Hua Qing checked everything one by one, got up and went into the dressing room to change into her newly bought training clothes, along with a pair of tight white tights.

She returned to the living room and asked Ding Heng.

"How is it? Does it fit?"

"nice."

"I didn't ask if it looks good, I asked if it fits you."

Hua Qing's tone was disdainful, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

"I want to practice dancing today, can you keep an eye on me?"

"I don't know anything about dance, so what advice can I give?"