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

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"That's a pity."

She waved to Ding Heng, "Bye-bye, handsome! Contact me on WeChat sometime."

"Bye-Bye."

Ding Heng waved to her as well.

Hua Qing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "You've already added him on WeChat?"

"Since they took the initiative, I couldn't very well refuse..."

Ding Heng shrugged, his face full of innocence.

Hua Qing reached out and gently pinched his waist.

"hiss……"

Ding Heng gasped.

"Senior, what are you doing?"

Have you seen enough?

"I didn't see it."

Ding Heng deliberately said, "Don't worry, senior. Apart from having longer legs and bigger breasts than you, she's inferior to you in every other way."

Hua Qing suddenly looked up and glared at him.

"What did you say?"

"I said she's inferior to you in every way."

"Say it again?"

Hua Qing raised her hand and punched him, the force neither too light nor too heavy, like tickling.

Ding Heng took the opportunity to grab her wrist, wrapped his other arm around her waist, and pulled her into his arms.

"Stop messing around, we're on campus..."

Hua Qing struggled gently but couldn't break free, and her face started to turn red again.

"What's wrong with being on campus? Does that mean I can't hug my girlfriend on campus?"

Ding Heng said matter-of-factly, "It's good to let others know that you're taken, senior, so that no one else will have designs on you."

Hua Qing didn't move again.

She leaned quietly against Ding Heng's chest for a while before speaking in a muffled voice.

"Is it done yet?"

"Hold me a little longer."

"My classmate greeted me..."

Ignore it.

Hua Qing sighed and didn't urge him any further.

Half a minute later, Ding Heng finally released Hua Qing.

"Let's go, shall we? Will you drive or shall I?"

"You drive."

Hua Qing lowered her head to straighten her wrinkled collar and said irritably, "I'm afraid you'll make me so angry that I'll floor the gas pedal."

Ding Heng laughed out loud, opened the car door, and got into the driver's seat.

In the evening, Hua Qing took Ding Heng to the mall to pick out a gift.

Today is her teammate's birthday during rehearsal, and there's a dinner party tonight.

When girls give gifts to each other, they often pay attention to a sense of propriety.

Too expensive and it puts pressure on people; too cheap and it seems perfunctory.

Finally, Hua Qing chose a silver ornament that cost a few hundred yuan. It was exquisite yet inexpensive, making it suitable for classmates to exchange as a gift.

Hua Qing is not usually good at handling interpersonal relationships, but she has improved recently, probably because she has been influenced by Lin Man.

At 7 p.m., the dinner was held at a high-end Cantonese restaurant near the Beijing Dance Academy.

Including Hua Qing and Ding Heng, there were about ten people in total, who booked a large round table private room.

Hua Qing's teammates are mostly students from the Beijing Dance Academy, and there are also a few graduate students, all in their early twenties.

When people saw Ding Heng, they couldn't help but ask him a few questions out of curiosity.

Hua Qing remained taciturn as always, simply introducing him as "This is my boyfriend, Ding Heng," and then said no more.

Ding Heng, on the other hand, took the initiative to exchange pleasantries with everyone, his attitude was easygoing and unpretentious, and he handled the situation perfectly.

It was someone else's birthday, and Ding Heng didn't want to steal the spotlight.

He simply offered his blessings and a toast, then quietly stayed by Hua Qing's side as her companion, occasionally serving her food and water, being incredibly considerate.

Fan Chenxi has been staying in the capital recently because of her participation in "Looking at the Sea," and she's doing quite well.

She arrived earlier than Hua Qing and had already mingled with everyone. She had the loudest voice and the loudest laughter.

"Hua Qing, your boyfriend's been behaving unusually well today?"

Fan Chenxi leaned closer and teased, "He was quite talkative last time I saw him, but why is he acting like a timid little wife today?"

Hua Qing glanced at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng was peeling shrimp with his head down, putting the shrimp meat into Hua Qing's bowl, and arranging the shrimp shells neatly on the side of the bone plate, like a well-behaved little puppy.

"They're all strangers, so he's not very talkative."

Hua Qing spoke in a calm tone.

She understood that Ding Heng was giving her face and trying not to appear assertive, so as to avoid further rumors circulating on campus that she was being kept by a sugar daddy.

However, when she gets home that evening, she might have to pay a heavy price for saving face...

Those who appear glamorous in public suffer in private!

After the meal, the waiter cleared away the dishes and served fruit and refreshments.

Someone suggested playing Truth or Dare, and everyone readily agreed.

Hua Qing initially wanted to decline, but couldn't resist the urging of the crowd and had no choice but to join in.

After several rounds, Hua Qing's luck ran out, and she finally lost.

The adventure slip reads: Call the most famous person in your phone's contact list.

Hua Qing picked up her phone, her expression subtle.

The most famous person?

She doesn't have many people in her contacts; besides family and classmates, there are only a few colleagues from the theater troupe.

Suddenly, someone spoke up, their tone excited: "Hua Qing, do you have Long He in your contacts?"

The table fell silent instantly, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes turned to look at them.

Hua Qing's finger hovered over the screen, but didn't move.

"Yes, yes, yes! Last time during the performance of 'Looking at the Sea,' Longhe even retweeted the Weibo post to help you get votes!"

Another girl chimed in, her tone even more excited: "Hua Qing, you and Long He are such good friends, why didn't you say so sooner?"

Hua Qing opened her mouth as if to say, "I'm not familiar with her," but swallowed the words back.

Are you not familiar with each other?

It doesn't seem to be either.

From Longhe saving her at a dinner party last year, to later dancing for her at her concert, and then helping her share and garner votes for her performance.

The two interacted several times, and Hua Qing remembered them all.

But to say they have a good relationship wouldn't be accurate.

After the two became friends, their chat history was very limited.

It's nothing more than sending a blessing during holidays and occasionally liking a post on social media, that's all.

Hua Qing tried to decline, saying, "They might be rehearsing for a concert, so it might not be convenient for them."

"So you really do have her contact information!"

"Wow!"

"I might as well call her and ask for a ticket!"

"Could I have one too? I'm willing to pay extra!"

"I want me too!"

The crowd started jeering and jeering, leaving Hua Qing in a dilemma.

"Other people must be very busy before their concerts, but me, I..."