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

It is said that his cousin's younger brother opened a modification shop in a provincial capital city, specializing in modifying supercars, and the modification fee for a single car can reach six figures.

He said he went to Portugal with someone last month and had a big game there, and he might recommend it to his friends sometime.

Every sentence was illogical, but he spoke vividly, accompanied by gestures and expressions, leaving Baima and her roommates completely bewildered.

Bai Ma listened quietly, occasionally interjecting with "Really?" or "That's amazing!" Each time, she precisely offered a stepping stone during Gu Hao's boasting, allowing him to climb to even higher levels.

Seeing Baima's earnest and supportive manner, Ding Heng couldn't help but laugh out loud several times.

If this girl were to perform crosstalk, she would definitely be a great supporting comedian.

Before summer vacation, Baima would probably just roll her eyes or bluntly retort, "Your clothes are all fake," what are you bragging about!

Now she knows what to say in what situation, how to save face for others, and that some people brag simply because they lack a sense of presence, so there's no need to expose them.

Although Gu Hao boasted a lot, the group didn't go to any high-end activities afterward, but instead marched into the arcade in a grand procession.

Gu Hao was the first to rush to the basketball machine, rolled up his sleeves and shot three rounds in a row: "Did you see that? Third place! Let me tell you, I was on the school basketball team in high school, and I almost made it into the city's youth training team."

But when he turned around, not many people were there to support him. The crowd had lost interest in listening to his boasting and were doing their own thing.

Ding Heng was dragged by Bai Ma to the corner in front of the claw machine.

"Brother, I want that little horse."

Ding Heng inserted a coin and operated the joystick. The mechanical claw wobbled as it descended.

"Again."

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"Brother, are you sure you can handle this?!"

Baima stamped her foot anxiously: "Look, they've caught several kids over there already."

"Why don't you do it?"

Ding Heng handed over the joystick, and Bai Ma rolled up her sleeves, looking focused.

The mechanical claw landed directly above the pony and tightened securely.

The two held their breath.

The little horse wobbled along, and when it was only two centimeters away from the hole, the mechanical claw suddenly released its grip, and the little horse fell in.

"Ah! A swindler!"

Baima let out a mournful cry, slammed her hands on the glass, and so angry that her hat tilted to one side.

Ding Heng burst out laughing.

"You stinky brother! You're still laughing!"

Baima turned around and glared at him: "One more time! The last time!"

Ding Heng tossed in another coin.

This time, he personally took charge, activated his True Sight Eye, and gently flicked the joystick.

"Wow!"

Baima bent down, scooped up the ponies from the retrieval opening, and held them high.

"Brother, you're amazing!"

She held the little horse in her arms, fondling it with affection, and then took out her phone and shoved it in front of Ding Heng.

"Come on, let's take a group photo!"

Ding Heng was pulled down by Bai Ma, and their faces were squeezed into the same frame.

Baima lifted up the pony, rested her head on Ding Heng's shoulder, and made a V sign at the camera.

Click!

Baima nodded in satisfaction and casually set the photo as her screensaver.

After playing until almost nine o'clock, Gu Hao suggested going to eat.

He probably felt embarrassed that no one paid attention to him earlier, so he simply shouted that he would treat everyone to a meal.

He said smugly, "I have connections at the Chujiang Hotel, so I can treat you to a five-star buffet."

Zhou Ling's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Why would I lie to you?

Gu Hao took out his phone and swiped a few times: "It's all set, let's go!"

Upon hearing the words "Chujiang Hotel," Ding Heng raised an eyebrow slightly, a playful smile on his face.

Baima leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "Brother, do you think it's reliable?"

Ding Heng responded softly: "Executive room guests can go to the rooftop buffet restaurant for free, but most executive rooms are occupied by business travelers who usually have social engagements in the evening and don't need this meal."

So some hotel employees would secretly sell the spots to outsiders at a low price, but even six people would cost three or four hundred, which was a huge loss for them!

"how do you know?"

"I've stayed in hotels for so long, how could I not know?"

Ding Heng heard about this from a colleague while working at a Chinese restaurant during the summer after graduating from high school.

That colleague is daring; he earns an extra two or three thousand yuan a month by selling buffet slots. However, the risks are also high.

If caught, the diners will have to pay the full amount for their meal, which is 1,888 yuan per person, and the relevant employees will most likely be fired as well.

Baima nodded thoughtfully: "Shall we go or not?"

"Go ahead."

Ding Heng smiled and said, "It's a good opportunity to go back and take a look."

The group arrived at the Chujiang Hotel. Gu Hao led them through the lobby with practiced ease, even boasting in the elevator that he knew the hotel manager.

As the elevator reached the top floor, a waiter approached and gestured for Gu Hao to follow him.

The group of people walked in through the side door into the buffet restaurant.

Gu Hao walked at the front, his steps light and his tone smug: "Let me tell you, the buffet at Chujiang Hotel is the best in Xingcheng, especially the seafood, it's incredibly fresh!"

Zhou Ling followed behind, muttering under her breath, "It must be very expensive, right?"

"It's okay, I told you I'd treat you."

Gu Hao waved his hand, exuding boundless pride.

"Brother Hao, you've gone to too much trouble."

"It's nothing, just a small amount of money."

Gu Hao leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs.

“Let me tell you, I come to Chujiang Hotel often, and the manager here knows me. Last time my dad came, he stayed here, and I even had dinner with the manager.”

Baima sat next to Ding Heng, picked up her water glass, took a sip, and held back her laughter.

Afterwards, everyone took their meals and filled the table.

Just as Bai Ma was about to pick up her chopsticks, Gu Hao reached out to stop her and took out his phone.

"Take a picture first, then post it on WeChat Moments."

Bai Ma was both amused and exasperated. She awkwardly put down her chopsticks and waited for him to finish taking pictures.

Gu Hao continued eating and chatting until a woman in a black suit slowly walked over.

She was in her forties, with short hair, a capable appearance, and a gold name tag pinned to her chest.

She walked to Gu Hao's side and bowed slightly: "Hello sir, I am the catering manager, my surname is Zhou."

Gu Hao looked up at her, his tone casual: "Is there something you need?"

Manager Zhou's smile remained unchanged: "Could you please show me your room key?"

Gu Hao's expression changed: "What do you mean?"

"Sir, the buffet access for the executive suite is linked to the room key and can only be used by the cardholder."

Manager Zhou spoke gently, but his attitude was firm: "If you are not a guest of this hotel, you will need to pay for tonight's meal according to regulations."

Gu Hao's face flushed red: "My friend gave it to me, and he said it could be used."

"Then please contact your friend."

"me……"

Gu Hao quickly took out his phone to call the waiter who had led him in, but was told that the number was not in service.

"I'm sorry, sir."

Manager Zhou shook his head: "That's the hotel's policy, there's nothing I can do about it."

Gu Hao's face turned pale and then flushed, and he was completely speechless.

Sun Yao, standing nearby, became anxious: "Brother Hao, didn't you say you know the manager? Ask him to make an exception for you!"

Baima put down her chopsticks and glanced at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng was slowly peeling shrimp, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Gu Hao raised his voice: "How can your hotel be like this? My friend clearly said it was okay!"

Manager Zhou remained polite: "Sir, if you have any questions, you can contact your friend. But you'll need to pay for the meal before the problem is resolved."

"how much is it?"

"Six people, 1888 each, totaling 11328."

The color drained completely from Gu Hao's face instantly.

11328.

He didn't have a penny to his name.

"You...you're ripping me off!"

Gu Hao slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his chair tipping back with a loud bang.