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

Liu Chiwang turned his head and, unusually, took the initiative to continue Qian Pu's conversation: "You've found a new girlfriend again?"

"Still the same one..."

Qian Pu scratched his head and lowered his voice: "She said she's willing to give me another chance during the summer vacation."

Liu Chiwang was speechless and wanted to laugh after hearing this. No matter how unhappy he was with Qian Pu, he felt relieved at this moment.

Give us another chance?

After not contacting each other much for most of the semester, he suddenly appeared during the summer vacation saying "give me another chance." He just needs a short-term meal ticket and wants to find a sucker to pay the bill.

But he was too lazy to say it.

He used to say a few words to Qian Pu to bring him to his senses.

Now he doesn't even have the desire to argue.

Seeing that no one responded, Qian Pu sheepishly shrank back and lay down facing the wall again.

The last message he sent was displayed on his phone screen: "Then I'll wait for you."

The other party did not reply.

It has been three hours.

Ding Heng stood his suitcase upright, clapped his hands, and his phone suddenly rang. It was a video call from Zhao Yanxi.

He answered the call, turned on speakerphone, and continued tidying up the odds and ends on the table.

"Brother Ding Heng!!!"

Zhao Yanxi's voice was crisp and bright: "I'm downstairs! Are you done yet?"

Ding Heng neatly wound up the charging cable and stuffed it into his backpack: "It'll be ready soon, just wait a little longer."

"Hurry up! It's so hot!"

"Ah."

The phone hangs up.

Liu Chiwang turned his head and winked at Ding Heng: "Old Ding, you two seem to be on pretty good terms, huh?"

Ding Heng zipped up his backpack: "It's alright, we usually hang out together."

"I'm so envious! Why don't I have any girls to hang out with?"

Back in Hainan Island, Liu Chiwang had already noticed that the interactions between Zhao Yanxi and Ding Heng were definitely more than just those between a girlfriend and her best friend.

"Go away... I'm leaving."

Ding Heng picked up his luggage, slung his bag over his shoulder, and walked out of the dormitory.

He went downstairs and got into the car, and Zhao Yanxi quickly sat in the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt.

The old Chang'an car was driving back to Zhuzhou.

Ding Heng glanced at Zhao Yanxi: "Where's Wenjing?"

Zhao Yanxi informed, "Xiao Jingjing went to pick up Xiao Shu and prepared to arrange summer vacation tasks for her."

"Have you bought everything?"

"They're all in the back seat."

Zhao Yanxi gestured towards the back seat, and Ding Heng glanced back.

Cigarettes, alcohol, tea, and milk—normal, neither shabby nor flashy.

Zhao Yanxi asked worriedly, "Brother Ding Heng, do you think my parents will agree this time?"

"Do not worry."

Ding Heng reached out and patted her head: "It's nothing serious, just a trip abroad."

"But……"

"No buts, leave everything to me."

"Oh!"

Zhao Yanxi didn't say anything more.

More than an hour later, the car stopped downstairs in her apartment complex, and the two of them carried the gifts upstairs.

Zhao Yanxi entered the password to open the door and shouted.

"Dad, Mom, I'm home!"

The living room was more lively than usual.

Sitting on the sofa was Zhao Yanxi's uncle, Zhou Rongsen, and next to him was a strange woman whom Ding Heng had never seen before.

At the age of thirty-five or thirty-six, his features could be considered reasonably regular, but there was an inexplicable pickiness in his eyes and brows.

Zhao Yanxi paused slightly, a barely perceptible hint of annoyance flashing across her face.

But soon, she smiled again.

"uncle!"

She first greeted Zhou Rongsen, then turned to the woman, her smile unchanged: "Hello, Sister Wang Min."

Wang Min looked Zhao Yanxi up and down, and was equally polite.

"Yan hope is beautiful again."

"Thank you, Sister Wang Min."

Zhao Yanxi responded politely, her tone impeccable.

Zhou Rongsen stood up to greet Ding Heng, smiling as he took the things from his hands: "Little Ding is here? Come in, come in, it's hot outside."

Ding Heng changed his shoes and walked into the living room, nodding to Zhou Rongsen: "Hello, Uncle."

He then turned to Wang Min and politely greeted her, "Hello, Sister Wang Min."

Wang Min nodded in response.

Zhao Xingguo came out of the kitchen, carrying a plate of cut fruit, and placed it on the coffee table.

"Little Ding is here? Have a seat."

Everyone sat down and began chatting.

Ding Heng learned from the conversation that Wang Min was a primary school teacher in the area and the daughter of Zhao Xingguo's former boss.

She's been on blind dates with Zhou Rongsen these past two days, introduced by Zhou Rongmei.

However, judging from Zhao Yanxi's attitude, she is quite disgusted with her future aunt.

"It's not that I'm being picky, you're in great shape, but you really need to pay attention to your figure. Your blood pressure and cholesterol are probably both high, right? Losing weight isn't for my sake, it's for your own."

Wang Min sat on the sofa, her posture as if she were in a classroom, her words filled with arrogance, as if she were superior to everyone else.

Before anything was even started, they began to boss Zhou Rongsen around.

Zhou Rongsen was drinking tea when he heard this and paused.

"Huh? Is there?"

"Have."

Wang Min said firmly, "I think if we want to continue this relationship, you first need to show the determination to lose weight."

Zhou Rongsen's smile was a little stiff, but he still managed to laugh it off: "There's a lot of socializing involved in business, there's no way around it."

"Having many social engagements is not an excuse."

Wang Min remained assertive: "You need to have self-control."

The living room fell silent for a moment.

Zhao Xingguo picked up his teacup but didn't say anything.

Zhou Rongmei glanced at her younger brother, then at Wang Min, and hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Zhao Yanxi was engrossed in playing on her phone when she came across an interesting video, which she immediately handed to Ding Heng.

Seeing that no one responded, Wang Min didn't feel embarrassed and instead looked at Zhao Yanxi.

"Yan hope, how's university?"

"good."

"What do you mean by 'not bad'? Did you get a scholarship?"

"Sister Wang Min, is this any of your business?"

"I'm just worried about you..."

Wang Min, an elementary school teacher, had an even stronger aura than Zhao Yanxi's mother, a senior high school teacher.

"You can't relax too much in college; grades are very important, as they will be crucial for future postgraduate admissions and studying abroad."

"Thank you for reminding me, Sister Wang Min."

Zhao Yanxi's tone remained polite, but the smile had vanished from her eyes.

Wang Min, completely oblivious, asked, "By the way, is this Yan hope your boyfriend?"

Zhao Yanxi retorted, "It's so obvious between us, Sister Wang Min, can't you see? Or are you just making conversation for the sake of it?"

"Oh, you look quite energetic."

Wang Min glanced at Ding Heng up and down, her tone indifferent.

"Yan hope, there's nothing wrong with dating in college, but you have to be careful and not just look at appearances. There are all sorts of people in school, so don't be fooled by a few sweet words."

Zhao Yanxi felt a surge of anger rising within her.

You're not even my aunt yet, why are you talking so much nonsense?

"Sister Wang Min, I think my judgment is pretty good; I wouldn't misjudge someone. Besides..."

Zhao Yanxi didn't give her any face at all: "I've always known my own worth. I take what I should take, and I won't covet what I shouldn't. I certainly won't look down on someone for being poor or someone for being fat while still trying to get close to them."

She tilted her head, her smile innocent and naive.