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

In summary, Hua Qing's progress in severing her emotional ties has accelerated three times so far, all due to her internal self-destructive behavior.

Severing emotional ties seems very mysterious.

The notions of "only by being ruthless can one attain enlightenment" and "when emotions turn to ashes, cultivation dissipates" are simply impossible in the real world.

Therefore, the system's method of determining "severing emotional ties" is probably that Hua Qing is experiencing some kind of internal self-destruction due to her feelings.

Every time she struggles with emotions, feels guilty, or doubts herself, the progress bar increases a little.

Once Ding Heng understood this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

From this perspective, Hua Qing wouldn't actually go so far as to seek enlightenment through ruthlessness!

He wouldn't deliberately try to increase the progress of "Severing Emotional Ties," just as he would never deliberately increase Long He's "Health Points."

The system has given him enough rewards, so much so that he is gradually approaching the point where he can no longer eat beef.

Everything is fine.

Ding Heng snapped out of his thoughts and spoke again.

"Senior."

"Ok?"

"I do have a way that satisfies both sides."

Hua Qing turned her head, her eyes filled with confusion: "What method?"

"or……"

Ding Heng drew out his words, a playful smile on his face: "Should I call her over?"

"what???"

Hua Qing was stunned.

What do you mean?

Am I going to be playing a three-player game with a big star tonight?

……

The doorbell rang.

Hua Qing mechanically walked to the door and opened it.

Long He stood outside the door.

She wore a simple black sweatshirt with dark gray casual pants, her long golden-brown hair was loose, and she wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

He doesn't look like a big star; he looks more like a college student who just came out of the library.

The two exchanged a glance, and the atmosphere became slightly awkward.

"Um...please come in."

Hua Qing stepped aside.

"Sorry to bother you."

Long He nodded, changed into slippers, and walked in, his eyes quickly scanning the living room.

Ding Heng squatted down beside the coffee table, unpacked the Haidilao takeout, looked up and smiled at her.

"You're here?"

"Ah."

Longhe walked over and sat down.

Hua Qing closed the door and went to sit down at the other end.

The three people formed a triangle, separated by a coffee table, creating a subtle atmosphere.

The bottom of the pot had already started to boil, the red oil was bubbling and steam was rising.

Tripe, duck intestines, shrimp paste, fatty beef... plates filled the entire coffee table, with several boxes of self-heating rice and a few side dishes next to them.

Long He looked at the table full of dishes and blinked.

"Didn't you just eat?"

"Let's have another meal together."

Ding Heng poured a plate of tripe into the pot and stirred it with a slotted spoon: "I bet you just finished rehearsing and haven't had time to eat yet?"

"I have a concert coming up soon... so I need to control my diet."

Long He swallowed hard and wiped the drool from his mouth: "Especially, you can't eat anything too spicy, otherwise it would be hard to handle if something unexpected happened at the concert."

Ding Heng, having finished a plate of fatty beef, said confidently, "Trust me, brother, I guarantee you'll be alright!"

One of his brothers said something that immediately put Longhe's mind at ease.

Do you have any wine?

"Have……"

Hua Qing stood up from the sofa and went into the kitchen.

The sound of the refrigerator door opening and closing came, followed by the soft clinking of glass bottles.

She took out a few bottles of fruit wine and placed them on the coffee table.

"Is this all you need?"

"Row."

Longhe took a bottle, unscrewed the cap, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp.

Hua Qing also picked up a bottle and took small sips.

Ding Heng scooped out the cooked tripe and divided it into their bowls, teasingly adding, "Let's make this clear first, you two better not get drunk tonight."

The two girls stopped abruptly as soon as they finished speaking.

They exchanged a glance, then quickly looked away.

They remembered the scene of their first meeting very clearly.

They had hot pot together, then got drunk and started arguing...

Hua Qing buried her face in the bowl and ate the tripe in silence.

Long He coughed twice, then picked up the fruit wine and took another sip.

"Long He, that..."

Ding Heng continued cooking his own meat: "That Zhou Yi from your group... how's she doing lately?"

Long He looked up, her eyes wary: "Why are you asking her?"

"It's nothing, just asking casually."

Ding Heng said casually, "I have a friend who says he really likes her and wants her autograph or something."

"Friends? What friends?"

"You don't know him, just a regular friend."

"Just ordinary friends?"

"Don't worry! Would I lie to you, brother?"

"Oh……"

Long He felt relieved and started talking non-stop.

"How should I put it, Zhou Yi isn't a bad person, he's just a bit... pretentious."

"Pack?"

Hua Qing picked up a piece of fatty beef and chatted as she chewed.

"Yes, it's very good at storing things."

Long He perked up and leaned forward slightly: "She always looks gentle and serene in front of the camera, but she has a terrible temper in private. Last time during rehearsal, she couldn't find her necklace and started throwing things in the dressing room, scaring her assistant to tears."

"And that one...you met her last time, her name is Zheng Shiyu."

Longhe got more and more excited as she spoke: "She actually wanted me to talk to the company and ask them to release a single for her. She said she had been writing the lyrics for a long time and had already composed the music, and all she needed was the company's approval."

Hua Qing picked up a piece of green vegetable with her chopsticks and continued to offer her support: "Did you help?"

"I said okay, send it to me to listen to. She sent it to me and I listened to it..."

Long He sighed and shook his head: "How should I put it? It's even more childish than what I wrote in junior high school. And she actually dared to report it to the company."

Ding Heng laughed out loud: "You're not going to play the peacemaker again, are you?"

"No way!"

Long He picked up his chopsticks again and scooped around in the pot: "But she still got upset, saying I looked down on her. My dear, doesn't she know her own limitations?"

Hua Qing tentatively asked, "Are they... not easy to get along with?"

"It's not that everything is bad."

Longhe began a long string of complaints.

"There are always troubles and conflicts, big and small, especially recently. I'm going to go solo, but my mom is worried that they'll cause a big problem and tells me to be patient with them. I'm so patient that I'm almost developing breast hyperplasia."

"We've been teammates for years, is it really necessary... On the contrary, Chan-ah, a foreigner, is quite nice. She's probably afraid of offending me and losing the domestic market."

She finally collapsed, saying, "Whatever, the group will break up sooner or later anyway. My mom is already helping me talk to a new company. When that happens, I'll go solo and do whatever I want."

Ding Heng added another plate of fatty beef to the pot.

Is your mom still keeping an eye on you lately?

Long He had just taken a sip of fruit wine when he heard this and almost choked.

"Cough, cough... Could you please not mention her?"

"What, are you and your daughter arguing again?"

"It wasn't really an argument."