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

The most upscale hair salon she had ever been to was a 30-yuan wash, cut, and blow-dry at the intersection of a street in an urban village.

The barbershop in front of her completely overturned her understanding... She didn't even dare to put her feet down.

"Sister Huang Yue, sit here."

Baima pressed Huang Yue into a genuine leather swivel chair, then turned around and went to talk to Tony, bringing up Lin Man's name.

Tony remembered Bai Ma, but was skeptical.

After confirming with Lin Man via message, his attitude immediately became extremely respectful.

"What kind of look would this beautiful lady like?"

Huang Yue opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Baima leaned closer: "Just do it simply, something natural."

"clear."

Tony glanced at Huang Yue and ran his fingers through her hair a couple of times.

"Your hair is on the dry side and has a lot of split ends. I suggest you trim the ends and then do a nourishing shampoo and conditioner. You could also trim your bangs a little shorter to show your forehead and make you look more energetic."

Huang Yue couldn't understand at all and could only nod mechanically.

Tony started working, the scissors snipping away.

An assistant brought over some floral tea, the white porcelain cup adorned with delicate patterns.

Huang Yue took the cup, her fingers tracing the rim, hesitant to even drink it, feeling as if she were dreaming.

"Pema".

She lowered her voice, her eyes searching for Baima's location in the mirror.

Baima was sitting on the sofa next to me scrolling through her phone. Hearing this, she looked up and asked, "Hmm?"

"Your brother's girlfriend... won't she find out?"

Don't worry.

Baima put down her phone and said firmly, "Even if we're found out, my brother will take the blame. It has nothing to do with us."

Huang Yue said "Oh," but the unease in her heart did not completely dissipate.

She began to look at Baima again...

Unlike her, Baima leaned back on the sofa, casually crossing her legs, her posture natural, not at all like someone visiting a place like this for the first time.

Huang Yue withdrew her gaze, vaguely sensing that something was amiss.

But I can't quite put my finger on it...

After leaving the barbershop, the two drove to their blind date location, an ordinary Hunan restaurant.

Huang Yue stood at the door and began to feel nervous again, taking deep breaths repeatedly.

Baima patted her shoulder: "Let's go, I'll go in with you."

"You're going in too?"

"Otherwise what? What if the other party has bad intentions?"

Baima, with a self-righteous air, pushed open the door and went in first.

Huang Yue had no choice but to follow.

The man by the window was wearing a white T-shirt, dark casual pants, and ordinary sneakers.

He has an ordinary appearance, dark skin, regular but unremarkable features, and looks very honest.

Seeing the two girls approaching, he quickly stood up, his voice trembling with nervousness.

"Huang Yue...it's been a long time."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"My name is Li Chongfeng."

The boy then reached out to Baima, paused for a moment, and withdrew his hand, feeling it was inappropriate. He scratched his head sheepishly.

Huang Yue was amused by his simple and honest appearance and relaxed a little, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

Baima also sat down and poured herself a cup of tea.

Li Chongfeng picked up the menu on the table and handed it over: "Xiaoyue, you guys order first. I don't know what your friends like to eat."

Huang Yue took the menu, glanced at the prices, and then handed it to Bai Ma.

Baima didn't stand on ceremony and ordered a few home-style dishes from the menu.

While waiting for the food, Li Chongfeng took the initiative to start a conversation: "Xiaoyue, are you staying in Xingcheng after this?"

"Ah."

"What work?"

"Still daily pay."

"I'm sorry, Xiaoyue, it's all my fault..."

Li Chongfeng looked somewhat ashamed, his eyes filled with heartache.

Baima seized the opportunity to interject: "Brother Li, what are you doing now?"

"A logistics courier can earn a little over 10,000 yuan a month."

"That's quite high."

"It's alright, just a bit tiring."

Li Chongfeng smiled憨厚ly: "But I'm young, I'm not afraid of being tired."

As the dishes were served one after another, Li Chongfeng barely touched his chopsticks, always turning the dishes towards Huang Yue.

"Eat more, you're too thin."

Huang Yue paused with her chopsticks for a moment, then lowered her head to eat her rice.

Baima chimed in, "Brother Li, who else is in your family?"

“My parents are both in our hometown, and I am an only child. I rent a place in Changsha and plan to settle down here in the future.”

Have you bought a house yet?

"Not yet, I'm still a little short of the down payment. I should be able to save enough in another two years."

Li Chongfeng spoke frankly from beginning to end, without boasting or exaggeration.

Hearing this, Huang Yue gradually relaxed.

After the meal, Li Chongfeng offered to pay the bill, which came to a little over 180 yuan, no more, no less.

As he walked out of the restaurant, he looked at Huang Yue, then at Baima.

"Well... I'll be going now."

"OK Bye Bye."

Huang Yue waved to him.

Li Chongfeng turned around, took two steps, and then turned back.

My gaze inadvertently swept over Baima's wrist, where a string of Tibetan dzi beads had a warm, lustrous sheen.

He glanced down at her BC sneakers.

Made of gray and white canvas, without any logo, it looks unremarkable, but the price starts at 1.

Li Chongfeng withdrew his gaze and smiled faintly.

In the following ten days, Huang Yue and Li Chongfeng's relationship quickly warmed up.

The two would meet up every few days to eat, take walks, go to the supermarket, and do things that ordinary couples would do.

Li Chongfeng doesn't talk much, but he's thoughtful. Every time they meet, he brings Huang Yue a little something, sometimes a cup of milk tea, sometimes a bag of fruit.

Huang Yue didn't say it, but she felt more and more at ease, thinking that Li Chongfeng had truly turned over a new leaf this time.

Baima continued to work part-time, distributing flyers, promoting supermarkets, guiding exhibitions, sorting express packages... she did all kinds of work and endured all kinds of hardships.

But he became more and more energetic, always standing up straight and walking with a brisk pace.

That afternoon, after finishing her last part-time job, Baima took out her phone and checked her WeChat balance.

The numbers on the screen made her grin like an idiot.

3248.58!

She couldn't wait to go back to Ding Heng to withdraw her 100x amount, but because ride-hailing services were too expensive, she ultimately chose to take the bus.

Before the official withdrawal, every penny spent is multiplied by a hundred!

More than an hour later, Baima arrived at the duplex apartment.

She rushed to Ding Heng and shoved the phone in his face.

"Brother, look!"

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Ding Heng glanced at the numbers on the screen and exclaimed, "Wow! You really made a profit?"

Baima said proudly, "I've been working from dawn till dusk every day for about twenty days straight. Do you know how hard it is for me?"

Ding Heng smiled calmly: "Okay, I'll have Lin Man transfer 320,000 to your card. You can choose whatever car you want to buy."

Although Baima's income far exceeded his expectations, Ding Heng would not default on his debts.

The next second, Bai Ma pounced over and gave Ding Heng another hard kiss on the face.

"My brother is the best!"

Ding Heng, feeling both indulgent and helpless, reached out and patted her back.

"Alright, alright, let go."

Bai Ma smiled and let go of his hand, taking two steps back, her little face flushed with excitement.