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

Hua Qing was so embarrassed that she pushed Ding Heng away again, pressed down her skirt, and turned to get into the passenger seat.

"You drive, let's go."

Ding Heng put the suitcase in the trunk and went around to the driver's seat.

Fasten your seatbelt and the car slowly pulls out of the parking space.

The blush on Hua Qing's face had not completely faded. She stared straight ahead, her expression tense.

Ding Heng gripped the steering wheel with one hand and reached out with the other to pat Hua Qing's head.

"How's your senior doing lately?"

"Fortunately... it's already on the right track."

Is there any good news?

"Good news..."

Hua Qing replied, "I'm currently rehearsing a new dance for a theater troupe, which will premiere at the end of the year."

"When is the performance? Can I come to see it?"

"I'll let you know when the time comes, and I'll reserve a ticket for you."

"Keep a few more photos, I'll bring everyone together."

"Row."

Hua Qing's voice was very soft, and her emotions were unreadable.

She continued, "How many days are you staying in the capital this time?"

"Yes, we'll probably stay a few more days than usual."

"Then... I should take a couple of days off?"

"Need not."

Ding Heng shook his head: "I might not have that much time."

Hua Qing asked in bewilderment, "If you don't have time, why did you come to the capital?"

Ding Heng bluntly stated: "I came to see the end of Longhe's concert, and I might accompany her afterwards."

The carriage was completely silent.

Hua Qing didn't speak, her pink lips pressed tightly into a line.

Ding Heng tentatively asked, "Senior, would you like to come with me?"

"No."

"why?"

"I need to rehearse."

"If I hadn't just said that, would I still be able to take leave?"

Did I say that?

Hua Qing's tone was harsh, and the smell of vinegar filled the car.

"Go, go, go."

Ding Heng chuckled, "Don't be jealous, the concert is still two days away."

"Who's jealous..."

Hua Qing's face started to turn red again.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you, senior."

Ding Heng raised his hand and placed it on Hua Qing's thigh, which was covered in white stockings, gently stroking it: "But senior, you'd better behave and not throw a tantrum, or you know the consequences..."

"abnormal."

Hua Qing, as usual, squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, then lowered her head and obediently responded, her voice barely audible.

"understood……"

Ding Heng withdrew his hand with satisfaction and gripped the steering wheel again.

After arriving home, absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Black Bean was locked out of the bedroom and scratched at the door in a panic, meowing incessantly, but no one paid any attention to it.

Finally, the door to the master bedroom reopened, revealing a crack.

Black Bean squeezed through the crack in the door, jumped onto the bed to watch the fun, and was then scooped up by a large hand and placed under the bed.

"Meow……"

The black bean looked aggrieved.

Hua Qing never had time to pay attention to the man whenever he came.

In the afternoon, Ding Heng took a bath.

When he came out of the bathroom after changing his clothes, Hua Qing was sitting in front of the dressing table, cutting her hair in front of the mirror. She was wearing a new Ming Dynasty-style Hanfu dress.

Ding Heng walked over and rested his chin on Hua Qing's head.

"How is your senior?"

"How dare you ask..."

Hua Qing glared at him in the mirror, her blush still lingering.

"Should I carry you downstairs?"

"No need! I can walk by myself!"

Hua Qing pushed Ding Heng away, stood up and took a few steps. Although her legs were weak, she still pretended to be nonchalant.

Ding Heng smiled but didn't expose him.

The two went out and downstairs, then drove towards the North Dance Academy.

The campus of Beijing Dance Academy is not large.

Compared to Hunan University, a comprehensive university that occupies the entire foot of Yuelu Mountain, Beijing Dance Academy's area is only about one-tenth, or even one-twentieth, of that.

Several teaching buildings are next to each other, with a small playground in between. It takes about ten minutes to walk from the east gate to the west gate at a leisurely pace.

Some of the buildings are quite old, and although the exterior walls have been repainted, the basic style is still from the 1980s and 90s.

But none of that matters.

The important thing is that the density of beautiful girls at the Beijing Dance Academy is indeed ridiculously high.

Hua Qing was going to pick up something from a classmate, while Ding Heng leaned against the car door, idly scrolling through his phone, glancing at the campus every now and then.

The girls coming and going all had long legs, walked with a confident stride, and each had a different posture.

Some wore tight-fitting practice clothes, carried dance bags, and moved with light steps.

Some were wearing loose hoodies and yoga pants, with headphone wires hanging down from their necklines, humming songs as they walked.

Some are even better dressed up, walking around campus like they're on a catwalk.

It's a pity that the weather has already turned cold.

Although the temperature in the capital city is still around 20 degrees Celsius during the day at the end of September, the temperature difference between day and night is large, so most girls choose to keep warm, and you can't see their long, white legs that look like they're in summer.

Ding Heng sighed, feeling quite regretful.

After waiting for twenty minutes, Hua Qing's voice suddenly rang out from behind Ding Heng: "What are you looking at?"

Ding Heng turned around: "Senior is back. Why are you walking so quietly?"

"Humph!"

Hua Qing's gaze passed over Ding Heng.

A tall girl was slowly walking away, wearing light gray yoga pants and a sports sweatshirt, showing off her figure.

Hua Qing's face visibly darkened.

She clearly saw Ding Heng chatting happily with that girl, laughing and talking.

"You know her?"

"I don't know him..."

"So you were just chatting with her?"

No.

Ding Heng looked completely innocent: "I needed to use the restroom just now, so I asked someone for directions."

"and then?"

"Then I ran into her again when I came back. She asked me if I had found it, and I said I had and thanked her. Isn't that normal?"

Hua Qing pursed her lips, said nothing, and subconsciously tightened her grip on Ding Heng's arm.

The tall girl suddenly turned around and glanced back.

"Eh? You're... Senior Hua Qing?"

Hua Qing nodded politely.

"Hello."

"I'm a junior, Zhou Wantang, majoring in ethnic dance."

The girl hurried back, her face beaming with delight: "I went to see the 'Looking at the Sea' performance last time, senior, you danced so well! It's a pity at the end..."

She realized she had said the wrong thing and quickly shut up.

Hua Qing didn't react much, her tone remaining calm: "Thank you."

Zhou Wantang's gaze shifted between Hua Qing and Ding Heng: "Is this... Senior's boyfriend?"

Hua Qing tightened her grip on Ding Heng's arm again: "I guess so."

Zhou Wantang exclaimed "Wow!" and looked at Ding Heng with a beaming smile.