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

Hua Qing tidied her sideburns in front of the mirror without turning her head: "Training is all day now, until about four o'clock in the afternoon."

"Oh...I understand."

Ding Heng yawned and buried his face in the pillow again.

Hua Qing turned around, walked to the bedside and squatted down: "It's already Monday, aren't you going back to Xingcheng?"

Ding Heng turned his head, revealing one eye, and said with a half-smile, "What, senior, don't you want me to keep you company?"

"I'm worried you'll fail your course."

Hua Qing pursed her lips: "Also... you can't just keep ignoring Yan hope and Wen Jing forever, can you?"

"Don't worry, senior, I know what I'm doing."

Ding Heng turned over, looked up, and gently patted Hua Qing's head: "You don't need to worry about me too much."

"Who cares about you!"

Hua Qing always felt ashamed and indignant whenever Ding Heng treated her like a "pet" or a "child".

She got up and walked quickly out of the bedroom. As she passed through the living room, Black Bean jumped down from the cat tree and rubbed against her feet.

Hua Qing bent down, scooped up the black bean, and kissed it on the head.

"Sweetie... Mommy's going out to find Daddy."

"Meow~"

Black Bean responded softly.

At the same time, in Xingcheng.

The presidential suite on the 27th floor of the Chujiang Hotel.

Wenjing had just finished washing up and was sitting on the living room sofa in a pink slip dress, holding a glass of warm milk and sipping it slowly.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Zhao Yanxi walked out yawning.

She wore the same light blue slip dress as Wenjing, with thin straps hanging on her pink shoulders.

She walked to the sofa, slumped against Wenjing, and buried her face in the two soft mounds of the little white rabbit.

"Good morning, Jingjing..."

"morning."

Wenjing was pushed to the side by Zhao Yanxi, and reached out to push her head.

"Go wash up, you have class later."

"Um... I don't want to go... How about we skip class today?"

Zhao Yanxi mumbled incoherently.

She continued to linger in Wenjing's arms, slowly sat up, rubbed her eyes, yawned, and walked towards the bathroom.

The water was splashing loudly, and when Zhao Yanxi came out again, she felt much refreshed.

Her ponytail was tied high, revealing her clean and bright face.

She sat cross-legged next to Wenjing and casually picked up a strawberry and popped it into her mouth.

"Xiao Jingjing, have you got your visa sorted out yet?"

"almost."

Wenjing put the milk glass back on the coffee table: "It should be done the day after tomorrow."

"That's fine."

Zhao Yanxi picked up another strawberry and fed it to Wenjing's lips: "You've never been abroad, have you?"

"No."

Wenjing opened her mouth and took a bite of the strawberry, chewing as she asked, "What about you?"

"I've been to Singapore in Southeast Asia before, but this is my first time in Europe."

Zhao Yanxi mumbled, "For this summer trip to Switzerland, Sister Man has already arranged the hotel accommodations and itinerary, and even told us to review our English in advance."

After saying that, she took out her phone, opened the file sent by Lin Man, swiped it a few times, and shoved it in front of Wen Jing.

"Look... when you open the door, you'll see the Alps. The hotel balcony faces the Jungfrau, and when you open the curtains in the morning, you can see the golden sunrise on the mountains."

Sister Man said that from July to September, that place is one of the most livable places in the world, with temperatures in the low twenties Celsius, neither too hot nor too cold, green grass, blue skies, and fresh, invigorating air.

Wenjing took the phone and looked down at the pictures.

The snow-capped mountains gleamed silvery-white in the sunlight, and at their foot lay vast expanses of lush green meadows, dotted with wildflowers like a giant velvet carpet.

The Alps.

Aside from geography class, she had only ever seen the name on lollipop wrappers.

Twenty days later, she will personally travel to the foot of the Alps.

Wenjing handed the phone back to Zhao Yanxi, leaned back on the sofa, and looked somewhat dazed.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't excited; I felt more like I was in a dreamlike trance.

And the beginning of this dream was a chance encounter at a comic convention last summer...

What are you thinking about?

Zhao Yanxi's words brought Wenjing back to reality.

"nothing."

Wenjing snapped out of her reverie, picked up her milk glass, and took another sip: "By the way, has Ding Heng been spending time with Sister Man these past few days?"

No, I don't think so.

Zhao Yanxi shook her head: "I just asked Sister Man yesterday, and Brother Ding Heng didn't go to see her."

Wenjing asked, puzzled, "Where could he have gone?"

"Who knows..."

Zhao Yanxi pouted, put her long, straight legs on the coffee table, and sank into the sofa: "Is there another vixen?"

Don't make wild guesses.

Wenjing reached out and gently patted Zhao Yanxi's thigh.

"I'm just guessing?"

Zhao Yanxi sighed, "Otherwise, where do you think he could have gone these past two days? He's not attending classes, he's nowhere to be seen, and he's slow to reply to messages... He's acting all mysterious."

"Maybe the man has something important to do. Doesn't he have a company in Hong Kong?"

Wenjing, as always, considered things from Ding Heng's perspective.

Men must have careers to keep them busy, otherwise where would they get the money to support their wives' eating, drinking, and entertainment?

So try to be more understanding and avoid suspicion...

Zhao Yanxi was both amused and exasperated, and gently pinched her round little face.

"You..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Ding Heng strode in, his hair still messy, as if he had just woken up: "What are you saying?"

Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing turned their heads at the same time, their eyes wide open.

"Brother Ding Heng?!"

Zhao Yanxi jumped up from the sofa, looking surprised: "When did you get here?"

Is this important?

Ding Heng walked over, bent down and lifted Zhao Yanxi off the sofa, then hoisted her onto his shoulder.

Zhao Yanxi was taken aback by Ding Heng's actions and subconsciously reached out to pat his chest, her two long white legs dangling in mid-air.

"What are you doing... I just finished showering and I have to go to class!"

"Escaped."

Ding Heng said calmly as he picked up Zhao Yanxi and carried her towards the bedroom: "Why are there any classes for finals?"

"Brother Ding Heng~"

Zhao Yanxi struggled symbolically for a moment, her tone soft and delicate.

Ding Heng ignored her, turned around and grabbed Wen Jing, who was still stunned on the sofa.

Caught off guard, Wenjing was pulled forward and stumbled into the bedroom, where Ding Heng threw her onto the bed.

The little white rabbit lay on her back, her skirt riding up a lot, revealing a pair of round, fair thighs.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Yanxi was also abandoned by Ding Heng. Just as she was about to sit up, he slapped her back down.

"Snapped."

It landed on her thigh with a crisp sound.

"Don't move."

Ding Heng's tone left no room for refusal.

Having spent two days as a monk at Hua Qing's place, I'm seething with anger!

It's just that the little white rabbit and the kitten will suffer.

……

capital.

Four o'clock in the afternoon, in the theater rehearsal hall.

Several girls stood in a row, all wearing the same Mazu performance costume.

A moon-white, cross-collar long dress, covered with a layer of light blue gauze, with a silver palace sash tied at the waist, and delicate wave patterns embroidered on the hem.

The same clothes, but completely different vibes.