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

Baima quickly waved her hand, then muttered under her breath, "They've been so nice to me, I can't be stingy..."

Ding Heng didn't say a word from beginning to end, keeping his eyes closed and taking a nap, when suddenly he said something in a nonchalant way.

"Sixteen days left, good luck to you."

"You naughty boy, just you wait!"

Provoked by Ding Heng's contemptuous attitude, Bai Ma immediately raised her voice.

After spending almost a week with Huang Yue, Bai Ma is now full of confidence and has basically figured out the ins and outs of the Xingcheng gig economy.

She had a clear understanding of which agency was reliable, which factory had little work and high pay, which provided meals and which didn't...

I don't even dare to dream of a Panamera, and I'm not counting on a Land Rover either, but I can make do with a car that costs around 200,000 yuan.

Most importantly—we must escape the 2000-kill line set by the prince!

She didn't want to be completely controlled by Ding Heng during college...

Baima put down her teacup and looked around: "Aunties, who's going out later? Can I hitch a ride? I'm meeting a friend this afternoon, and taking the subway or bus will cost me several yuan."

Zhao Yanxi picked up the car keys from the coffee table.

"Let's go, I'll see you off."

"Thank you, Sister-in-law Yan Xi!"

Bai Ma, with her sweet tongue, followed Zhao Yanxi to the garage.

Several cars were parked in a row in the underground parking garage of the residential area.

The group consists of Wenjing's Volkswagen, Ding Heng's Mercedes and Changan, Lin Man's Audi, Hua Qing's white new energy vehicle, and a newly added nanny van, all for the purpose of group travel.

Zhao Yanxi walked to Chang'an and opened the driver's side door.

Baima sat in the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt.

"Sister-in-law Yan Xi".

"Ok?"

Why don't you ask my brother to buy you one?

Zhao Yanxi shifted gears and slowly drove out of the parking space.

"It's not convenient at the moment."

She gripped the steering wheel tightly, looking straight ahead: "Besides, I don't use a car much. I mostly walk to school, and your brother picks me up and drops me off. Buying one would just leave it to collect dust."

Bai Ma simply said "Oh" and didn't ask any more questions.

The car drove out of the garage and merged into the main road.

Zhao Yanxi doesn't drive much, but she is steady and calm.

Baima leaned back in her chair and suddenly spoke up again: "Sister-in-law Yanxi, aren't you jealous that you don't have a car?"

Zhao Yanxi chuckled: "What are you jealous of? Your brother may not be absolutely fair to us, but he's at least trying his best to treat us fairly. Getting jealous over a car is just too stupid."

Baima nodded as if she understood but not quite.

The car stopped at the entrance of an alley in an old neighborhood.

Baima got out of the car and took out her black-rimmed glasses from her bag and put them on.

"Thank you, Sister-in-law Yan Xi!"

"Do you want me to pick you up tonight?"

"No need, I'll take the subway home by myself..."

Baima waved to Zhao Yanxi and turned to walk into the alley.

Zhao Yanxi watched Baima's figure disappear at the alley entrance, then turned her car around and drove away.

The alley wasn't deep; at the end was a small internet cafe.

The storefront is small, the signboard is faded, and it is covered with posters and stickers of various games, many of which are yellowed and damaged.

Bai Ma pushed open the door and found Huang Yue among the rows of cameras.

Huang Yue had just finished a game when she slumped back, propped her legs up on the edge of the table, and casually swiped her phone.

Baima walked over and patted her on the shoulder: "Sister Huang Yue, where are you looking for work today?"

Huang Yue didn't look up, continuing to scroll through her phone: "You're out of money?"

"Yes, I have."

"If you have money, just coast along. Why bother with all that hard work?"

"no!"

Baima exclaimed urgently, "I have to make money, I can't be idle!"

Huang Yue finally raised her head and looked Bai Ma up and down.

"Bai Ma... I've been wanting to ask you for a while now, are you particularly short of money?"

"Hmm...I guess so."

Baima gave a vague reply, not wanting to explain further, and instead advised her, "Sister Huang Yue, why don't you save some money too? You can't just work one day and rest three days in a row, can you?"

Huang Yue slumped back down, her tone nonchalant: "We'll talk about it in winter. I'll work in the factory for three months then, save up some money to go home for the New Year."

Baima was speechless for a moment.

Huang Yue sat up from the chair, stretched, and patted Baima on the shoulder.

"I'm off today, play a couple of games with me."

"Stop playing..."

Baima declined, saying, "Let's go out and find a job instead."

"What's the rush? We can look for it tomorrow."

Huang Yue had already opened the game: "I've been helping you with your daily tasks for several days now, can't you play a couple of rounds with me?"

Baima glanced at the time; it was almost 1 p.m., and any later and it would basically be overnight payday.

But she didn't urge him, and quietly waited for Huang Yue to finish the game.

Huang Yue's jungle play was countered, he was out of sync in team fights, and his performance was abysmal.

But she was having a lot of fun. When she won, she would slam the table; when she lost, she would curse her teammates. She was completely immersed in the game and didn't worry about making a living at all.

Taking the opportunity, Baima said again, "Sister Huang Yue, let's go find a job."

Huang Yue was drinking cola when she heard this, she rolled her eyes and raised her voice slightly.

"If you want to find a job, go find one yourself! I've been working with you all week and getting paid on a weekly basis, can't you even take one day off?"

Huang Yue is not a diligent person; it's common for her to work one day and rest for three.

But for the past week, perhaps to repay Baima for lending her her phone and for providing her with breakfast every day, she insisted on working with Baima for seven consecutive days.

Every day after finishing her work, she would lie down in her wall-mounted room on the hard bed until her back ached.

She really didn't know how Baima could have so much energy every day!

Seeing Huang Yue's impatient attitude, Bai Ma felt a little annoyed and muttered to herself.

"Then I'll go find some work first."

"Go! Go! Go."

Huang Yue waved to her, put her headphones back on, and prepared to enter the game.

Baima walked out of the internet cafe, the sunlight blinding her.

She stood at the alley entrance, squinting, and took out her phone to browse job postings.

I had only turned two pages when I heard hurried footsteps behind me.

Huang Yue chased after her, still holding the half-finished bottle of cola in her hand.

"Pema!"

Baima turned back.

Huang Yue ran up to her, catching her breath: "I just got a job, guiding people at an exhibition, until 8 pm, 200 yuan."

Baima's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Why would I lie to you?

Huang Yue waved her phone: "I just confirmed with the agent, now is the perfect time to go."

Bai Ma immediately took her arm, smiling brightly: "Sister Huang Yue, you're so kind!"

"let's go……"

Huang Yue stumbled as she was pulled along, rubbing her head, which felt dizzy and heavy from not having rested much for a week.

Forget it, I'll stay with her for one more day. I definitely need to rest tomorrow!

The two took a bus to the convention center.

Huang Yue found a job at a technology exhibition. The job was simple: stand at the entrance of the exhibition hall to guide the flow of people, distribute bottled water to the exhibitors, and occasionally answer questions such as "Where is the toilet?" or "How do I get to the exit?"

The organizers gave each of them an orange vest and a baseball cap, gave them a few instructions, and then led them to the door.

The exhibition began at 2:00 PM sharp.

The sun was at its strongest at that time of day. The entrance to the convention center was empty and without any shade. The sunlight shone directly down, and the ground was scorching hot.

In less than half an hour, Baima's forehead began to sweat.

Huang Yue was in even worse condition... She was already thin, and she hadn't rested much these past few days, so her face turned pale from the sun.

Seeing that she wasn't feeling well, Baima quickly handed her a bottle of water: "Sister Huang Yue, have some."

Huang Yue unscrewed the cap, tilted her head back, took two gulps, wiped her mouth, and handed the water back.

"Hide it, this water isn't for us to drink."

"Oh……"