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

Wenjing stopped and picked up a pink, girly-themed comic book. As she looked at it, she suddenly blushed.

Ding Heng curiously leaned over to take a look and saw two girls hugging tightly.

Wenjing quickly put the comic back, her gaze wandering around.

Ding Heng asked jokingly, "You like this kind?"

"No...no..." Wenjing mumbled, "I don't know, I was just looking around..."

Ding Heng picked up another book from the stall; the cover showed two boys standing very close together.

"Do you like this one?"

Wenjing's face turned even redder.

"I...I don't watch this kind of thing..."

"So what do you usually watch?"

"Just a regular shoujo manga... the kind that tells love stories..."

"Pure love?"

"right……"

Wenjing lowered her head and quickened her pace to leave the comic book section, with Ding Heng following closely behind.

Ahead is a cosplay stage play, where several cosplayers are recreating classic scenes from anime.

“Savant Saber has descended here in response to the call.”

"Excuse me, are you my master?"

Everyone around applauded and cheered, but Wenjing was so embarrassed that she scratched her toes on the ground.

The world of anime and manga is beyond my comprehension...

The two then went to the model exhibition area, where various exquisite anime character figurines were displayed and sold.

Wenjing immediately spotted a Cardcaptor Sakura figure; it was one of the few characters she recognized at the entire convention.

But after glancing at the price again, he immediately gasped and quickly left in silence.

Ding Heng didn't rush to follow, but instead glanced at the figurine and opened the QR code to pay.

"It's inconvenient for me to pick it up. Do you offer delivery service?"

"I can help you call someone from the same city."

"Then please pack it up and deliver it to room 2203 of the Chujiang Hotel..."

In the system, you can exchange Divine Merit for many things... 100 Teleportation Scrolls, 1000 Holy Flame Engravings, 10000 Holy Cloaks, 1000000 Books of Omniscience, and so on.

But for Ding Heng right now, the most direct and effective thing is "money," and the ratio is quite considerable, at 1 to 100.

However, it can only be used for missions, spreading the Holy Light cause, developing and maintaining territory, etc., so spending it on Wenjing is in accordance with the rules.

Ding Heng doesn't attend comic conventions often, but he knows a little about them.

Wherever they went, he would explain to Wenjing which character it was and what its origin was.

Wenjing gradually relaxed. She found that following Ding Heng was not only free from inexplicable harassment, but also much more interesting than wandering around alone.

Around 12 o'clock, the first half of the comic convention was about to end.

The crowd began to surge out. Wenjing and Ding Heng walked to the vicinity of the exit and bumped into Zhao Yanxi and Hua Yue.

"Xiao Jing!"

Zhao Yanxi ran over, panting, "Where have you been? We've been looking for you for ages!"

Unlike the quiet, cute, and delicate feeling, Zhao Yanxi, who is 175cm tall, is the kind of fashionable girl who is exquisite at first glance. Her overall features are charming but not vulgar, and her appearance is in no way inferior to that of a quiet girl.

Logically speaking, a girl with her appearance should have a somewhat aloof demeanor.

But perhaps due to her overly cheerful and lively personality, Zhao Yanxi doesn't give people any sense of distance. On the contrary, she gives the feeling that you can chat with her at any time and be "best buddies".

"me……"

Wenjing glanced at Ding Heng, unsure how to explain.

Zhao Yanxi and Hua Yue noticed Ding Heng at the same time. They exchanged a glance, their eyes blazing with gossip.

Hua Yue tentatively asked, "And this is...?"

“A friend of mine happened to witness it.”

Wenjing wanted to say that she had just met him, but she felt that it would make her seem too casual and was a little embarrassed, so she simply told a little lie.

"Xiaojing, you actually have friends I don't know?"

Zhao Yanxi grew up with Wenjing and knew her best friend inside and out, so she didn't believe it at all.

"Just...just...anyway, don't worry about it..."

"Hmph, I think you've got something to hide."

The girls were making a ruckus when Ding Heng took out his DSLR camera, attached a lens, and made a suggestion.

"It's rare that all three of you have gotten into character, so how about I take some pictures of you?"

When Zhao Yanxi and Hua Yue turned around, they saw Ding Heng's professional equipment and couldn't help but be slightly tempted.

"Um... is there a charge?"

Although they didn't know much about cameras, Ding Heng's gadgets looked expensive.

The three of them didn't have much pocket money, and the travel and accommodation expenses to Xingcheng had already taken up most of it, so they didn't have any money to hire a photographer to take pictures.

Ding Heng said generously, "We're all Wenjing's friends, it's too formal to talk about money, don't you think, Wenjing?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yanxi and Hua Yue turned to look at Wenjing at the same time. Under the expectant gazes of her two best friends, Wenjing finally did not refuse.

"Okay... okay."

Ding Heng led the three girls to the flower bed on the side and began to instruct them on how to pose.

“Wenjing, tilt your head slightly to the left… Yes, like that… Zhao Yanxi, put your hand on her shoulder… Hua Yue, lean a little to the right.”

The three adjusted their postures as Ding Heng ordered.

Wenjing looked at the camera, her heart pounding, her fingers unconsciously clenching the hem of her skirt.

Ding Heng called out again: "Relax, smile."

Wenjing tried hard to keep the corners of her mouth from turning up until she heard the shutter click.

"Okay, let's take a look."

Ding Heng turned the camera screen towards them.

The midday sun shone brightly. Zhao Yanxi struck a playful pose, Hua Yue feigned cuteness, while Wen Jing's smile was stiff, yet it possessed a shy beauty.

"Ding Heng, you're amazing!"

Zhao Yanxi exclaimed in surprise, and her way of addressing her changed accordingly.

"It's alright," Ding Heng continued, suggesting, "How about we take a few individual photos? One person at a time."

"I want it! I want it!"

Zhao Yanxi was the first to be affected.

Ding Heng gestured for her to stand properly and continued to instruct her: "Yes, raise your hands a little, look this way, and spread your legs slightly apart. Yes, this makes your legs look longer..."

Wenjing stood to the side, feeling a little envious.

Zhao Yanxi was always cheerful and outgoing. Even though she had just met Ding Heng, they immediately became familiar with each other, while she herself couldn't even manage a proper smile.

After Zhao Yanxi finished filming, it was Hua Yue's turn.

Hua Yue was also very outgoing. She struck a few sexy poses and deliberately lifted the hem of her fishtail skirt a little to reveal her calves covered in white stockings.

Ding Heng took the photos very seriously, and the camera shutter kept clicking.

Finally, it was Wenjing's turn.

"I...I guess I won't need it..."

Wenjing tried to back down and escape.

Come on, come on!

Zhao Yanxi shoved her forward: "It's a rare treat to come out and have fun, don't spoil the mood!"

Wenjing was pushed in front of Ding Heng, staring blankly at the camera, not knowing where to put her hands and feet.

"take it easy."

Ding Heng said gently, "Be natural, listen to my instructions, trust me, it will look beautiful!"

Wenjing nodded and began to imitate Zhao Yanxi's posture from earlier.

Ding Heng raised his camera, but did not press the shutter immediately.

He looked at Wenjing through the viewfinder, his gaze slowly moving over the girl.

From the bowler hat on her head, to her rosy cheeks, to her slender neck, to her heaving chest, to her cinched waist, to the layered skirt, and then to her thighs encased in white stockings, pressed together without a single gap.

"Wenjing, lift your skirt up a little."

"what?"

Wenjing was stunned when she received the order, and it took her a while to react.

"Lift it up a little," Ding Heng repeated. "That way, the whole leg will be captured in the photo, making you appear taller."

Wenjing hesitated, but she knew that her height was a disadvantage, so she pinched the edge of her skirt with her fingers and slowly lifted it up.

The white pleated skirt was lifted up, revealing more of the thighs covered by white stockings, as well as the character's signature "voice marks".

The white silk is very thin, almost transparent under light, and you can vaguely see the color of the skin underneath.

"Okay, like this, move your left leg forward, slightly apart, as if you're about to jump."

Ding Heng continued to give orders.

Wenjing did as she was told, as if she were handing over control of her body to Ding Heng and exposing herself completely to his camera.