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

After several rounds, Zhao Yanxi was far ahead and had entered the final straight section. She only needed to roll two more sixes to win.

She rubbed her hands together and picked up the dice.

"Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, can't we have six o'clock instead...?"

The die rolled twice on the board and came to rest on a dot.

"what……!"

Zhao Yanxi let out a wail and fell backward onto the sofa.

Lin Man chuckled, picked up the dice, and casually tossed them.

six o'clock.

She moved the blue piece forward six spaces without expression, rolled it again, and got a four.

The blue piece steadily entered the finish line.

"Won."

Lin Man clapped her hands, her tone indifferent.

Zhao Yanxi was unconvinced: "Let's play another round!"

"Okay."

Lin Man rearranged the chess pieces.

In the second game, Zhao Yanxi became smarter and stopped rushing forward. Instead, she played steadily, taking advantage of opportunities and blocking when necessary.

Lin Man remained unhurried, taking each step with composure.

Wenjing and Huaqing are still destined to be runners-up.

In the end, Zhao Yanxi won.

Just as they were about to start the third round, Zhao Yanxi suddenly stopped and her eyes darted around.

She suggested, "Just playing isn't fun; we need to add some stakes."

Lin Man raised an eyebrow: "What's the bet?"

Zhao Yanxi leaned close to her ear and whispered something to her.

Lin Man readily agreed: "Okay!"

Wenjing glanced at Zhao Yanxi, then at Lin Man, and her past experience gave her an ominous premonition.

When a wicked fox and a wicked cat team up, nothing good ever comes of it!

Hua Qing remained expressionless, unable to imagine what kind of intricacies they could possibly come up with in a game of Ludo...

Baima leaned closer curiously: "What bet? What bet?"

Zhao Yanxi turned to look at her, her smile sweet.

“Bai Ma, you haven’t even gone to university yet, you can’t get involved in this kind of thing.”

"what?"

Baima was stunned.

Zhao Yanxi took Baima's hand and pushed her towards the door.

"Sweetie, go back to sleep."

"But I'm already eighteen..."

"We have to get up early tomorrow, hurry up and go."

The door closed.

Baima stood in the corridor, staring blankly at the closed door, her face full of confusion.

What kind of bet is it that she has to avoid?

She scratched her head, turned around and walked back, but stopped after a couple of steps and looked back at the door.

Faint laughter could be heard coming from the room, but it was hard to make out.

……

The next morning.

When Baima opened her eyes, she saw an unfamiliar ceiling, while Lin Man was still asleep beside her.

She paused for a couple of seconds before realizing she was already in Zurich.

Baima called out softly, "Sister Man?"

no response.

She called out again, "Sister Man, get up and have breakfast."

Still no response.

Baima reached out and nudged Lin Man's shoulder.

Lin Man mumbled something indistinctly, turned over, and buried her face in the pillow.

"Hmm...don't make a sound...breakfast is in the garden on the first floor, go by yourself."

Helpless, Baima got up, washed up, changed her clothes, and left the room.

Her rudimentary English was completely inadequate for communication, so she timidly went to Ding Heng's room and knocked on the door.

No one answered.

Knock again.

The door opened, and Ding Heng yawned lazily.

"Up so early?"

"hey-hey."

Bai Ma tiptoed and peeked into the room: "Where's Sister-in-law Wenjing?"

"Still sleeping."

Ding Heng stepped aside to let her in.

Baima entered the room, her gaze sweeping over the room.

The bed was a bit messy, with the blankets piled in one corner and the pillow askew to one side.

Wenjing was curled up in the quilt, sleeping soundly. There were two strips of opened pills on the bedside table.

Bai Ma quickly looked away, pretending not to have seen anything.

"Brother, I want to go have breakfast. Will you come with me?"

"You can't go by yourself..."

"They don't speak English."

"alright."

After a quick wash, Ding Heng picked up his coat and followed Bai Ma out of the room.

The hotel restaurant is on the first floor, facing the Limmat River.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the morning light spills onto the river, and seagulls circle above the water in the distance.

Ding Heng sat down by the window and picked up the menu on the table.

Baima turned back, picked up another menu, but couldn't quite understand it, so she could only look at the pictures.

"Brother, can you order for me?"

"Row."

Ding Heng waved, and a waiter came over.

He ordered several items fluently in English, the waiter noted them down, and then turned and left.

Bai Ma looked at him with her chin in her hand and asked curiously, "Brother, your English is even better than Sister Man's!"

"What's so good about it? It's just those few lines."

Ding Heng opened the white wine brought by the waiter and poured himself a small glass.

Baima looked over curiously.

The label was in German, which she didn't understand very well, but she recognized the word "Weiss".

"Brother, you're drinking this morning?"

"White wine."

Ding Heng shook the bottle: "It's locally brewed, want to try some?"

Baima's eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly.

That's right, I'm an adult and have graduated from high school, so I'm legally entitled to drink alcohol!

Ding Heng poured Bai Ma a small half cup.

Baima picked up her wine glass and brought it to her nose to smell it.

It has a light fruity aroma that is not overpowering.

She took a small sip.

Whether it was psychological or not, the wine tasted better than she had imagined.

She took another sip, this time asking for a larger portion.

"Delicious."

"Slow down, it has a strong aftereffect."

"Know it."

Baima sipped her drink slowly, her gaze fixed on the view outside the window.

"Brother."