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

The little girl's delicate face looked exceptionally fair in the morning light, and Ding Heng couldn't help but reach out and brush the stray hairs from her forehead to the side.

I moved very gently, afraid of waking her.

In any case, I hope this girl can grow up a bit before going to university.

Chapter 209: A Normal Sibling Relationship

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

Pema got out of bed, her hair sticking up in a mess, her eyes not fully open yet.

She felt dizzy and vaguely recalled her work on the assembly line last night, and her fingertips began to sting faintly again.

I threw off the covers, got out of bed, and staggered into the bathroom, my bare feet barely touching the floor.

The cold water splashed on my face finally cleared my head a little.

After changing my clothes and going downstairs, I found Sister Jiang busy in the kitchen. Hearing the noise, she poked her head out and said, "Bai Ma is awake? I've been keeping the porridge warm for you. Come and have some."

Baima said "Oh" and sat down at the dining table.

Sister Jiang served a steaming bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork, along with a side dish and a fried egg.

Baima picked up the spoon and started eating it half-heartedly.

Footsteps echoed down the stairs, and Ding Heng walked to the dining table and sat down.

What are you planning to do today?

Baima didn't react, mechanically stirring the porridge in the bowl with the spoon.

"Bai Ma!?"

Ding Heng raised his voice slightly.

Bai Ma suddenly shuddered.

"what?"

"I'm asking you what you're planning to do today."

"I……"

Baima put a small piece of preserved egg into her mouth and mumbled, "I don't know."

Ding Heng asked jokingly, "What, giving up?"

Baima looked up and glared: "Who gives up! I am... Huanhuan."

"Slow down?"

"Yesterday was so sudden, I haven't even adjusted to my sleep schedule yet..."

Baima turned her face away, feeling wronged and a little guilty: "That kind of work last night was tiring and didn't pay well. Only a fool would do it a second time..."

Ding Heng chuckled softly but didn't reply.

Baima retorted angrily, "What are you laughing at? I didn't say I wouldn't make money. I just... am looking for other ways!"

"Okay, take your time looking."

Ding Heng stood up and picked up his car keys: "Yesterday I gave you directions, but you'll have to fend for yourself from now on. I won't offer any further assistance."

Baima bit her lip.

She worked through the night yesterday, and a large part of the reason she was able to keep going was because Ding Heng stayed by her side the whole time; otherwise, she probably would have given up long ago.

But she remained defiant: "Who needs you to accompany me? Just you wait and see."

Ding Heng was too lazy to argue with her and turned to walk towards the door.

Baima hurriedly stuffed two mouthfuls of porridge into her mouth, put down the bowl, grabbed her phone and bag from the table, and chased after him.

Upon arriving at the garage, Ding Heng had just opened the driver's side door when Bai Ma plopped down in the passenger seat.

Ding Heng got into the car and asked, "What for?"

"Hitch a ride".

Bai Ma, with a straight face, bent down to fasten her seatbelt.

Ding Heng had no choice but to start the car: "Where to?"

Baima pulled up an address on her phone and handed it over.

Ding Heng took a look at it and drove out of the villa area.

How did you feel last night?

"Sigh...sigh..."

Pema leaned back in her chair, sighing repeatedly.

"Tired! More tired than playing games all night."

She began to express her feelings: "No matter how tiring playing games is, at least your brain and hands are active, and you feel fulfilled. Last night's game... it was just repeating and repeating and repeating, my mind was completely blank, and time passed by incredibly slowly."

In the latter half of the night, I felt completely numb. I didn't know why I was sitting there, or when it would end, and I even felt desperate.

Now I kind of understand why those people work one day and rest three days; it's just too torturous..."

Ding Heng listened quietly without offering any comment.

As the car rounded an intersection, he continued, "What kind of job are you planning to apply for today?"

Baima rallied his spirits and said mysteriously, "You'll know when we get there."

The car eventually stopped in front of an office building.

Ding Heng got out of the car and looked up. On the sixteenth floor, there was a sign for a photography studio.

What are you doing here?

"To apply for a job."

Baima got out of the car and straightened her clothes slightly: "A female model, properly, shouldn't be against the rules, right?"

Ding Heng looked Bai Ma up and down. She was only 1.5 meters tall with a round face, and looked like a junior high school student.

"model?"

He said incredulously, "You're like a little kid, what kind of model would hire you?"

Bai Ma immediately bristled, hands on her hips: "Mind your own business! As long as it's not against the rules, it's fine."

She turned and walked towards the office building entrance, and Ding Heng followed.

Baima turned around: "Aren't you leaving?"

"How could I leave you to do this alone?"

Ding Heng assured him, "Don't worry, as long as it's legitimate, I won't stop you."

Okay~

Baima gave a smug hum.

She knew Ding Heng was concerned about her, after all, she had been deceived just yesterday.

Take the elevator up to the sixteenth floor. At the end of the corridor is a glass door with the words "Muguang Photography Studio" in large characters above the door.

Baima pushed open the door and went in. The receptionist was bending down and organizing a stack of receipts.

"Hello, I'm Baima, a model here for an interview."

She greeted her politely, "I contacted Sister Mo beforehand..."

"interview?"

The receptionist looked up at Baima for two seconds, then turned and called out to the back room, "Sister Mo! The big girl models are here!"

Big kid models.

Upon hearing these four words, Ding Heng couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Baima suddenly turned around and glared at him angrily.

"Brother...is it that funny?"

"No no."

Ding Heng tried hard to suppress his smile: "I'm just curious, how did you come up with the idea of ​​becoming a children's clothing model?"

Pema crossed her arms and said, "What I call this is... adapting to local conditions and finding a way out of a predicament!"

The door to the inner room was pushed open, and a woman in her early thirties came out.

She has short, neat hair and wears a loose linen shirt and dark wide-leg pants.

She walked up to Baima and extended her hand: "Hello, I am Mo Lifang, the owner of the studio."

"Hello."

Bai Ma responded politely, with a sweet smile on her face.

Mo Lifang then turned to Ding Heng and politely asked, "Is this your guardian?"

"my brother."

Before Ding Heng could speak, Bai Ma interjected, "He came with me."

Mo Lifang sincerely asked, "Hello, hello, your family doesn't mind Xiaobai being a model, right?"

Ding Heng replied, "As long as it's something serious, there shouldn't be any problem."

"rest assured!"

Mo Lifang took out her phone, swiped a few times, and handed it over: "Take a look, this is our client's requirement reference, mainly used for e-commerce platforms and catalogs."

Ding Heng took the phone and flipped through the photos one by one.

Sportswear, Western-style school uniforms, teen hoodies, casual wear... all are ordinary styles, and the models are all teenage girls with light makeup and natural movements.

"Row."

Ding Heng handed the phone back.