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

During those years, the internet film and television industry developed rapidly, and major manufacturers fiercely competed with each other.

Longhe's mother devoted herself to her career and almost neglected her daughter, so Longhe became a "left-behind child" living with her grandparents.

Ding Heng's parents felt sorry for her and treated her like a daughter, taking her along for meals, drinks, and entertainment, and often letting her stay overnight at their home.

And so, Longhe and Dingheng grew up together until they were sixteen.

At the end of the year before last, Longhe's mother was successfully promoted to the head of the entertainment division of an internet company, and only then did she bring her daughter to live with her.

The next time Ding Heng saw Long He was on the trending topics list—#LongHe'sHeavenlyVoice#, #LongHe'sExplosiveDebut#, #LongHe'sGeniusGirl#...

Although he didn't know why Long He chose the path of becoming a star, Ding Heng knew that the two of them wouldn't have much contact after that.

All those days...all those days...

No matter what, I wouldn't kill my childhood sweetheart just for a little mission reward, would I?

Ding Heng picked up his phone again and tapped on the milk faucet icon.

[Ding Heng]: Are you there? Is it convenient for you to take a call?

He sent the message and stared at the screen for a while.

【Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon】: Please wait.

A few minutes later.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: It's convenient now.

Ding Heng immediately dialed the phone.

"Beep...beep..."

"Hey?"

A familiar, clear female voice came from the other end of the phone, with a slight tremor in her tone.

"Ding Heng..."

Long He called out softly, as if he had many things to say but hesitated.

"Longhe!"

Ding Heng didn't give her time to prepare herself, interrupting her somewhat harshly: "Are you at the Chujiang Hotel right now?"

There was a noticeable pause on the other end of the phone.

"how do you know?"

Longhe asked in surprise, "Were our team's accommodation itinerary exposed so quickly?"

Ding Heng asked urgently, "Could you please change hotels?"

"why?"

Long He looked puzzled.

Ding Heng gave a wry smile and sighed, "Never mind why, just help me out, okay?"

He wanted to test whether the system would still insist on "killing" Long He if he left the hotel's territory.

After a few seconds of silence, Long He's voice suddenly turned low.

"Okay, I'll go ask the agent."

"It's troublesome."

Just as Ding Heng was about to hang up, Long He's voice came through the receiver again.

"and many more."

"Ok?"

"Ding Heng..."

Long He's voice was very soft, almost as if it would float away: "You called just about this?"

Ding Heng was stunned.

"I……"

He had barely uttered a word when he heard shouts coming from the far end of the phone.

"Longhe! Are you done yet? The makeup artist is here!"

Long He immediately responded: "Right away!"

She then turned back to the microphone and spoke faster.

"If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now."

"it is good."

The phone hangs up.

Ding Heng sat on the edge of the bed for a while, holding his phone, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

He didn't think about it any further, got up, changed his clothes, and went downstairs to his usual rice noodle shop at the entrance of the community.

I had just slurped up a couple of mouthfuls of noodles when my phone vibrated.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: The hotel was arranged by the TV station, so the agent wouldn't allow the change of hotels.

Ding Heng frowned, about to reply, when another message popped up.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: But don't worry, I'll figure something out myself.

[Ding Heng]: Will it be too much trouble for you?

This time, Long He did not reply immediately.

About a minute later, a row of ellipses popped up in the chat box.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: ...

Ding Heng couldn't figure out the meaning of the ellipsis for a moment, so he simply sent a black man with a question mark emoji.

He thought Longhe would reply with a funny or teasing emoji, just like before, to start a meme war.

But not this time.

The "The other party is typing..." message flashed at the top of the chat box for a while, and finally a voice message popped up.

Ding Heng opened the phone and held it close to his ear.

Long He's voice came through the receiver, calm in tone, yet tinged with resentment.

"Ding Heng, aren't you being a little too polite when you talk to me?"

After the audio finished playing, an emoji was attached—[Milk Dragon Sighing.jpg]

Ding Heng sat in the noisy rice noodle shop, holding his phone, looking dazed.

indeed.

The tone of my voice when I spoke to Long He just now was as if I were discussing business with a stranger.

After all, he and Long He had known each other for over a decade.

Even if she's a celebrity now, there's no need for me to treat her like a stranger.

And during that phone call just now, besides asking about the hotel, shouldn't we... also ask a couple of questions?

Ask her how she's been doing over the past year? Is she tired? Is she adjusting well?

A belated sense of annoyance flashed through Ding Heng's mind. Just as he was about to say something to make amends, the system interface popped up in his mind again.

【Wings of Calamity: Dragongrass】

[Current Status: Enraged Evil Dragon]

【HP: 99%】

Chapter 34: Damaging the Dragon (Please vote and read on!!)

One percent of health points are deducted?

Does this mean the system just determined that I caused "harm" to Longhe?

Forget it.

Ding Heng shook his head, putting his thoughts aside for the time being.

There were no prompts for "forced completion" or "failure penalty" in the task list. Longhe came to Xingcheng for legitimate work, and I had no need or reason to bother him too much.

Right now, it's more practical to max out Wenjing's purification level.

For the next few days, Ding Heng did not go to the Chujiang Hotel again.

He stayed at home, spending his days playing games with Xie Baoyang and his evenings chatting and joking with Wen Jing and Zhao Yanxi in their small group chat.

Although Wenjing and Zhao Yanxi found Ding Heng's sudden "disappearance" a bit strange, one was busy adapting to her part-time job and the other was secretly struggling with their competitive relationship, so they didn't ask any more questions.

That afternoon, Ding Heng had just finished a game when Zhao Yanxi sent him a message.

[Lucky Zhao]: Brother Ding Heng! Are you there?! [Kitten peeking out.jpg]

[Lucky Zhao]: Quick, bring your gear to the hotel!

[Lucky Zhao]: We promised to take photos, today is the day!

Ding Heng had indeed promised to shoot a formal film for Zhao Yanxi, so he couldn't refuse.

[Ding Heng]: Okay, what's the topic? I'll prepare accordingly.

[Lucky Zhao]: It's a secret! You'll find out when you get here, guaranteed to be a surprise! [Kitten covering mouth and giggling.jpg]

Ding Heng began packing up his camera, lenses, reflectors, spare batteries... filling his camera bag to the brim.

Just as I was about to leave, an entertainment news notification popped up on my phone, with a particularly eye-catching headline.

#Longhe Star City filming suspected of diva-like behavior, forcibly changing hotels, causing filming delays!#

Ding Heng's heart skipped a beat, and he clicked in to quickly browse.

The article was written in a vague and ambiguous manner, but the comment section was already in an uproar.