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

He stopped at the door of the dressing room and heard rustling sounds coming from inside.

Raise your hand and knock on the door.

"Pema?"

"Brother? Come in..."

Ding Heng pushed open the door and went in.

Baima stood in front of the dressing mirror, holding two dresses in her hands, looking at them from left to right, her face full of confusion.

She asked softly, "Brother, is there anything else?"

Ding Heng asked, "Bai Ma, about the trip to Tibet, you..."

After all, he had made the decision on his own without consulting Baima.

"Just right!"

Baima interrupted Ding Heng, turned around and held up the two dresses in front of her: "Which one looks better?"

Ding Heng had no choice but to continue the conversation by following Bai Ma's topic.

Why are you changing your clothes?

"I'm going shopping with my roommate today, so I should dress up nicely."

"Going shopping? How are things going with your roommates?"

"It's fine."

Baima put down the clothes and started picking out accessories.

"real or fake?"

"Brother, you can rest assured. I am not the same as before. Now I know a lot about how to get along with people."

Baima was full of confidence, but Ding Heng was still unsure.

"for example?"

"for example……"

Baima thought for a moment and then began to chant.

"First, be neither humble nor arrogant. Everyone is here to study, and no one is more noble than anyone else."

Second, be natural and easygoing. When chatting, don't always try to show off; listen more to what others have to say.

Third, don't deliberately bring up family matters. If people don't ask, I won't talk about it. If they do ask, I'll just gloss over it lightly. There's no need to show off or hide anything.

Fourth, respect other people's lifestyles. What other people like or dislike is none of my business. I won't comment on it or interfere.

fifth……"

"Okay, okay, okay..."

Ding Heng quickly interrupted, "Where did you read that toxic social media motivational quote?"

Baima opened her phone and handed it over: "Here, this blogger, what she said makes so much sense! I even gifted her a sports car."

Ding Heng covered his face, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Well……"

Baima sullenly put away her phone and steered the conversation back to the original topic: "Brother, which one do you think looks better?"

Ding Heng casually pointed: "This one."

Baima glared at him with her hands on her hips: "Brother, can you be more serious? You didn't even look carefully just now."

Feeling guilty, Ding Heng simply went in and took the two sets of clothes from her, examining them carefully.

"This one."

"Alright, since you like it, I'll reluctantly wear it for you!"

Bai Ma picked up the skirt and gently pushed Ding Heng out of the room: "Get out quickly, I need to change my clothes."

The door closed, and Ding Heng stood frozen in the corridor, shaking his head helplessly.

A few minutes later, the door opened.

Baima came out.

A floral off-the-shoulder top paired with a white skirt is a simple style. Add a sun hat and a pair of non-prescription glasses for a fresh and cute overall look.

Ding Heng paused for a second.

"What, never seen a beautiful woman before?"

Baima came up to Ding Heng, tilted her head and smiled, then tugged at his sleeve: "Brother, will you take me there?"

"It's just a matter of taking a taxi, why do you need me to drive you?"

"Take a taxi? I'm broke right now!"

Bai Ma was self-righteous and Ding Heng was driven to desperation by her.

"I'll leave once I drop you off."

A dozen minutes later, Ding Heng parked his car at the entrance of the mall.

Baima unbuckled her seatbelt, pushed open the door, and got out of the car. After taking a few steps, she turned back, leaned against the car window, and pouted.

"Brother, you really won't come up with me?"

"I won't accompany you."

Ding Heng said firmly, "I have things to do back at school."

"what's up?"

"In short, something's happened!"

"Ugh...you naughty brother!"

Bai Ma pouted, and then a shout came from behind her.

"Pema! Here I am!"

Baima turned back.

Her three roommates were waving at her.

Baima waved to them in response, then turned back and looked at Ding Heng pitifully.

"Brother~"

"Alright, alright."

Ding Heng's heart softened under her gaze, and he got out of the car.

"I'll sit with you for a while, just a little while."

"Great!"

Baima cheered and took Ding Heng's arm as they walked over.

His roommates came up to him, their eyes all fixed on Ding Heng, then shifting to the Mercedes behind him.

Sun Yao shouted in her loud voice, "Holy crap, Bai Ma, your brother is so handsome?!"

"hey-hey."

Baima put her hands on her hips and proudly raised her chin: "I wasn't lying to you, was I? My brother really does drive a Mercedes!"

Stop showing off your good brother!

Zhou Ling chuckled and replied, glancing at the car again: "This car must cost several hundred thousand, right?"

"almost……"

Ding Heng spoke calmly, not wanting to elaborate.

He also noticed that, in addition to Baima's three roommates, there was a boy present.

He was tall and thin, with silver-gray hair, wearing a streetwear hoodie with a large logo, and limited-edition sneakers, though they were probably grey market imports…

The gray-haired boy stood next to Sun Yao, his arm around her shoulder in an intimate manner, suggesting they were probably boyfriend and girlfriend.

The group found a milk tea shop to sit down temporarily.

Baima, holding a cup of milk tea, chattered excitedly with her roommates.

Ding Heng sat next to her, scrolling through his phone listlessly.

He vaguely sensed that the meaning of the people's words regarding him as Baima's "brother" seemed to be different from his own understanding.

Is he a proper "older brother"?

The gray-haired boy, Gu Hao, suddenly took the initiative to greet him.

"Your brother looks quite energetic. Which school does he go to?"

"Hubei University".

"Hubei University? Not bad, not bad."

Gu Hao nodded, then looked out the window at the parking lot, his gaze lingering for a second on Ding Heng's black Mercedes.

"Dude, is your Mercedes at home?"

"Well... I guess it was a loan from an elder."

The car still belongs to Quzhen, so it wouldn't be wrong to say it was borrowed.

Gu Hao didn't feel embarrassed at all, and said to himself, "My dad also plans to give me his used car to drive during college, but I think his BMW is too old-fashioned."

Baima deliberately chimed in: "Brother Hao's family business is quite big?"

"Running a car repair shop, not bad!"

Gu Hao crossed his legs and began to talk eloquently.

The conversation veered from auto repair shops to used cars, and then from used cars to how many business owners he knew.