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

Mo Lifang turned her head and called out to the inner room, "Xiao Li, take Baima to change her clothes."

A young woman came out from the inner room with a friendly smile: "Sister Baima, come with me."

Baima followed Xiao Li into the dressing room, and the door closed.

"Mr. Bai, please have a seat! Xiao Liu, bring some tea!"

Mo Lifang invited Ding Heng to sit down on the sofa, and Ding Heng took the opportunity to ask him questions.

"Boss Mo, how did you get in touch with Baima?"

"She contacted us on Douyin (TikTok) on her own initiative."

"Your company seems quite professional. Are you short of models?"

"There's generally no shortage of models..."

Mo Lifang explained, "But it's particularly hard to find child models aged 12-16. Girls of this age are growing rapidly, their bones are developing quickly, and their facial features are not yet in proportion... In short, it's very difficult to find models who look good on camera, and clients are not satisfied with the photos."

But your sister's looks, body proportions, and temperament... are truly rare for her age. What grade is she in now?

Ding Heng put down his cup and coughed lightly.

"Sister Mo, there's something I need to make clear to you."

"You said."

"First of all, my surname is not Bai, it is Ding, and my sister is not related to me by blood."

Mo Lifang nodded, not wanting to pry into other people's families.

"Secondly..."

Ding Heng glanced at the dressing room: "Bai Ma is already eighteen. She probably lied to you about her age."

"eighteen?"

Mo Lifang's smile widened: "That's great! It's easy to communicate with adults, and we don't have to worry about anything related to minors, which saves a lot of trouble."

Ding Heng was a little surprised: "Aren't you angry that she lied to you?"

"Why are you angry?"

Mo Lifang waved her hand, her tone relaxed: "We urgently need suitable models, it's not like we're checking their household registration. To look like this at eighteen is a gift from God, we're more than happy about it."

The dressing room door opened, and Baima came out, wearing a Western-style school uniform from a private middle school.

A dark blue blazer paired with a pleated mini skirt, the hem of which just reaches above the knee, revealing a section of fair calves.

Round-toed black leather shoes, white mid-calf socks, the sock tops ending at the calf.

Her hair was restyled by the makeup artist, a neat ponytail tied with a dark blue bow.

Ding Heng had to admit that the school uniform did indeed suit Bai Ma well!

The seller's photos are almost perfect, showcasing the ideal temperament and sweetness of a "junior high school girl" in every way.

The filming officially began, and everyone arrived at the studio.

Mo Lifang raised her camera and pointed the lens at Baima.

"Tilte your head slightly to the left...yes...tuck your chin in a little...don't smile too wide, yes, that's the expression...good."

The shutter clicked intermittently as Baima put on one outfit after another.

British school uniforms, sporty casual wear, sweet everyday wear, simple commuting...

Ding Heng sat on the sofa and observed quietly, drinking a glass of water for a long time.

He discovered something.

Just as Mo Lifang said, Baima perfectly fits the needs of a "big child" model.

Girls aged twelve to sixteen are generally in an "awkward period." A typical example is Wenjing; her photos from those years are almost unrecognizable compared to her current appearance.

Bai Ma is small in stature, with a round face and delicate yet unassuming features.

She has all the girlish charm she should have, and also has a natural and unpretentious youthful appearance.

At first glance, she has good grades, a well-behaved personality, and a sweet smile that makes you want to pinch her cheeks.

But he's actually already eighteen...

Finally, Baima changed into an Alice in Wonderland dress, a classic blue and white color scheme.

She stood in front of the backdrop, holding props, tilting her head slightly.

The shutter clicked.

"Okay, last pose."

Mo Lifang straightened up and gestured for Baima to sit on the white rattan chair next to her.

Baima sat down, her calves together, her hands on her knees, and her smile was sweet and lovely.

"Yes, just like that, look over there..."

The shutter clicked again.

"Okay! That's a wrap!"

Mo Lifang put down her camera and clapped her hands in satisfaction.

Bai Ma stretched out a big yawn, walked to the sofa, and slumped down on Ding Heng.

Ding Heng was knocked off balance by her weight and reached out to support her shoulder.

"Go change your clothes, it's time to go home."

"I'm not changing it."

Bai Ma yawned lazily: "Sister Mo said she'd give this set to me."

Mo Lifang walked over, still looking through the photos.

"Not bad, not bad, all are good, some don't even need Photoshop."

She put down her camera and smiled at Baima: "Come on, let's add each other on WeChat. I'll contact you if I need anything later."

Baima took out her phone and opened the QR code. Mo Lifang scanned the code to add her and transferred the payment.

720 yuan.

In Changsha, the market price for amateur child models is 90 yuan per set of clothes; there are eight sets today.

Baima held up her phone and proudly waved it in front of Ding Heng: "Brother, you see, making money doesn't have to be so exhausting, right?"

Ding Heng smiled but remained silent.

Baima then turned to Mo Lifang and asked, her eyes full of anticipation, "Sister Mo, is there another shoot tomorrow?"

She had already started calculating.

Seven hundred a day, twenty days is fourteen thousand, multiplied by one hundred is one million four hundred thousand.

Forget Land Rover, a Porsche Panamera would also be an option!

Mo Lifang shook her head: "The demands of this group of older children have been filmed. I'll contact you again next time."

Baima's smile froze: "When is the next time?"

"That's hard to say."

Mo Lifang put away her phone: "Maybe there will be new demands tomorrow, or maybe there won't be any for two or three months. The eight outfits we photographed today are the result of six months' worth of work."

"Ah... what about the other filming?"

"Little sister, we don't lack models."

Mo Lifang joked, "Besides, most of our clothes are for adult women. You look too young, so many of the clothes don't suit you..."

Baima stood there dumbfounded. The Palamera who had been so close just moments before suddenly became distant and blurry.

Ding Heng stood up and patted her head.

"Let's go."

Bai Ma gave a muffled "Oh," and followed Ding Heng out of the studio.

When I got home, Sister Jiang had already prepared dinner.

Pema sat listlessly at the dining table, with little appetite.

Seeing her listless appearance, Sister Jiang asked with concern, "Bai Ma, are you feeling unwell?"

"No... I'm full."

Baima managed to eat a couple of mouthfuls of rice, put down her chopsticks, turned around, and went upstairs, her steps heavier than usual.

Ding Heng slowly finished the rice in his bowl, then drank a bowl of soup before getting up and following them.

Pushing open the door, I saw Bai Ma nestled in a large gaming chair, still wearing her Alice dress, her two short legs curled up on the chair.

Ding Heng sat down in another gaming chair: "What? Didn't you make 720 today?"

Baima sighed again.

"Brother."

"Ok?"

"Do you think... I'll still be able to earn money tomorrow?"

"do not know."

Ding Heng answered honestly.

Bai Ma slid off the chair, dragged it to Ding Heng's side, sat down again, and stretched out her legs, wearing Alice's classic blue and white striped over-the-knee socks.

She placed her feet on Ding Heng's thighs, her voice soft and sweet.

"Brother, my legs are sore from standing for photos today, could you massage them for me?"

Ding Heng glanced down.

Very thin, very white, blue and white striped socks wrapped around the calves, stretching out a slightly fleshy curve.