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

My phone suddenly vibrated. I picked it up and saw it was a message from Ding Heng.

[Ding Heng]: Go to bed early tonight and get enough rest, because I have to get up early to climb the mountain tomorrow.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: Okay, bro!

[Ding Heng]: It should be fine, right? Don't make me carry you up halfway through the climb?

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: Don't look down on me! This is nothing, I grew up on the roof of the world!

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: Believe it or not, I'll be the first to reach the top!

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: [Awesome.jpg]

[Ding Heng]: I don't believe it.

[Ding Heng]: [Shiyu Yuyi Zayu Zayu.jpg]

The sudden appearance of the Shigure Feather Robe emoji made Baima's heart race again after it had calmed down.

What does it mean when Ding Heng posts the "Shigure Feather Robe" emoji?

Was he implying to her that he had seen it?

Baima's thoughts were in turmoil, so she pulled the blanket over her face.

In the darkness, she could hear her own breathing.

It was very light and messy.

……

The next twenty-odd days flew by amidst the laughter and chatter of the girls and the clicking of Ding Heng's camera shutter.

After their trip to Switzerland, the group took a train across the Alps into Italy.

After leaving Italy, the group flew to Paris.

In early August, the group returned to China, transiting through Shanghai before landing at Changsha Airport.

Chujiang Hotel, 27th floor.

The weather in Changsha is as humid and sticky as ever, a completely different world from the refreshing summer at the foot of the Alps.

The group's suitcases were spread out on the living room carpet, and the girls squatted in front of each suitcase, taking out the contents one by one and sorting them out.

Zhao Yanxi and Hua Qing bought a lot of gifts for their families, packed them into several bags, and prepared to go home first.

Lin Man had the fewest belongings. After quickly packing, she fastened her suitcase again: "Boss, I have to fly to Hong Kong this afternoon."

When will you be back?

"It depends. It could be as quick as a week or as slow as half a month."

Lin Man muttered, "I'll go and take over the matter with Secretary Huang."

Ding Heng nodded without asking any further questions.

After Zhao Yanxi finished counting the gifts, she stood up and clapped her hands: "Brother Ding Heng, am I going back for a week too?"

"I send you?"

"No need, no need."

Zhao Yanxi pulled Wenjing over: "Let Xiaojing take me, she can stay at my house for a couple of days."

Wenjing looked completely bewildered: "Huh? I'm going too?"

"Since you have nothing to do anyway, and you're just staying at home anyway, why don't you go back and see your old classmates, and we can show off a bit!"

Zhao Yanxi said smugly, "What's that saying again... 'To return home in glory is like wearing brocade at night!'"

Wenjing gave an awkward laugh and subconsciously looked at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng smiled and said, "Go if you want to. Why are you looking at me?"

Wenjing hesitated for two seconds, put down the folded clothes in her hand, stood up and patted her skirt: "Well... okay then."

"Let's go!"

Zhao Yanxi couldn't wait any longer and grabbed Wenjing's wrist.

Wenjing stumbled as she was pulled, then turned back and shouted to Ding Heng, "I'm leaving!"

"Ah."

Ding Heng waved to her.

Zhao Yanxi also turned around, winked at Ding Heng, and smiled brightly.

Hua Qing packed her things, picked up her bag, and stood up: "Then I'll be leaving now. I'll be back in a week."

"Go."

Ding Heng spends all his time with girls, so he's finally getting a couple of days of peace and quiet to give himself some private space.

Hua Qing picked up her bag and walked to the door, then turned back to look at Ding Heng.

"Um... if you're bored by yourself, you can call me, I..."

"Don't worry, it definitely won't be boring!"

"Well……"

Hua Qing pouted, looking somewhat unhappy, and sullenly pushed open the door and left.

The living room fell silent, leaving only Ding Heng and Bai Ma.

Baima sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding a cushion in her arms, scrolling through her phone.

Ding Heng patted her head and said, "Let's go back to the villa."

The hotel room was filled with traces of his activities with other girls, making it inappropriate and rather unsettling for Baima to stay overnight.

Bai Ma said "Oh," put away her phone, and followed Ding Heng downstairs.

The two got into the car and drove towards the west of the city.

Bai Ma lay lazily in the passenger seat.

"Brother."

"Ok?"

"Tell me... how are Mom and Uncle Ding doing lately?"

Why are you suddenly asking this?

"It's nothing, I just suddenly have a bad feeling. I had the same feeling before my dad's accident."

"Don't scare me."

Ding Heng made a couple of jokes, didn't take them to heart, and continued driving.

More than half an hour later, the car entered the villa area.

At the entrance, Sister Jiang took the suitcase from Ding Heng and said with a smile, "You're back? Did you have fun?"

"good."

Ding Heng changed into slippers and walked inside: "Sister Jiang, you go about your business, don't worry about us."

Baima entered the house and smelled the aroma. She went to the kitchen doorway and peeked inside.

A rich soup was simmering on the stove, its aroma filling the entire house.

Bai Ma asked curiously, "Sister Jiang, didn't I just send you a message ten minutes ago? How did you know we were coming back today?"

Sister Jiang went back into the kitchen to continue working: "I don't know."

"So you've already started simmering the soup?"

"The soup was made for Mr. Ding."

Sister Jiang scooped the chopped vegetables into a plate: "He's in the hospital."

Baima was stunned.

Ding Heng was even more shocked: "My dad?"

Sister Jiang nodded: "Yes, didn't Mr. Ding tell you?"

Ding Heng strode into the kitchen: "What happened to my dad? Is he alright?"

"It's alright now..."

Sister Jiang recounted, "He went to Africa to take photos a while ago and was chased by a lion, which resulted in fractures to his lower leg and right arm. He returned to China five days ago and was transferred from Shanghai to Changsha yesterday. He is currently recuperating in the hospital."

"What... being chased by a lion?"

Ding Heng's lips twitched; he found it all rather abstract.

How outrageous can one's own father be...?

"That's what Boss Quzhen told me."

Sister Jiang shrugged, looking helpless.

Bai Ma was stunned, and it took her a long time to stammer out, "Uncle Ding... isn't that a bit too wild?"

Ding Heng took a deep breath: "Then why didn't he call me?"

Baima teased from the side, her tone wistful: "It's because you don't call Uncle Ding often, brother. He's probably almost forgotten he has a son."

Ding Heng choked for a moment.

After starting university, 90% of the communication between fathers and sons is about money.

He wasn't short of money, and over time... he almost forgot he had a biological father!

Ding Heng sighed, "Sister Jiang, is the soup ready yet? I'll take it to him."

Sister Jiang glanced at the clay pot on the stove, walked over, lifted the lid, and stirred it with a spoon.

"Okay, I'll put it in the insulated container for you."

"Row."

Ding Heng turned and walked out of the kitchen, picking up his car keys.