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

Long He put down his wine bottle: "She recently wanted to get me a new variety show, and I said I wanted to rest. She said it wouldn't conflict. I said, how can it not conflict? I'm flying to variety shows three times a week, what do you want me to rest for?"

She pouted slightly, looking aggrieved and a little sullen, and continued to pour out her grievances.

“She always thinks I can take on more work to prepare for going solo. But has she ever thought about how tired I am? From the beginning of the year until now, how many cities have I flown to? How many shows have I performed? In the middle of the night, I'm either on the road or in a hotel, and when I open my eyes, I don't even know where I am.”

Hua Qing picked up the fruit wine and gently touched the Longhe bottle.

"It's okay, I'll get some rest after the concert at the Capital Station."

"Thank you."

Longhe tilted his head back and took another gulp, his exhaustion clearly visible.

Hua Qing saw this and understood why Ding Heng had sent Long He over.

Longhe has been on tour for more than half a year since the beginning of the year.

One event after another, city after city.

She was swept along, unable and afraid to stop.

But people are not machines.

She was too tired and too stifled.

As a celebrity, she is surrounded by people.

Assistants, agents, makeup artists, bodyguards... everyone revolves around her, but everyone is "working".

She didn't dare tell them too much.

Because you never know which words will be spread, embellished, or become the next day's trending topic.

She only dared to speak her mind freely and without restraint in front of Ding Heng.

She's not here today to fight for a man; she just needs someone to listen to her.

Hua Qing felt a little uneasy.

She thought of Fan Chenxi.

Fan Chenxi was on tour during the summer vacation.

The attention given to "Looking at the Sea" is far less than that given to "Long He", but every time Fan Chenxi calls Hua Qing, she complains about it.

"I'm so tired, so tired, so tired..."

"Someone nitpicked again today, saying that my jumps weren't powerful enough."

"Ah... I really want to go back to Shanghai and lie down...!"

At that time, Hua Qing thought Fan Chenxi talked too much and was a bit like Versailles.

Now think about it...

During Longhe's half-year tour, he was under the spotlight wherever he went, and everything he said was likely to be amplified.

She's not even twenty years old... the same age as Ding Heng.

Hua Qing lowered her eyes, picked up the fruit wine and took another sip.

Black Bean jumped down from the cat tree at some point, strolled over to the coffee table, and tilted its head back, meowing several times.

Ding Heng put down his chopsticks, picked up Hei Dou, and said, "You guys eat first, I'll go feed Hei Dou some cat food."

After the man left, Long He slumped onto the sofa, completely abandoning any airs of a celebrity.

"Huaqing."

"Ok?"

"Don't you get bored living alone?"

"Fortunately."

Hua Qing sat down next to him, bringing the two closer together: "I have Hei Dou to keep me company, and Ding Heng comes over every week too."

"Cats can't talk to you."

Longhe gently shifted his position, trying to find a more comfortable sitting posture. He propped himself up with his hand to the side, and his fingertips touched something soft and slippery.

She casually pulled it out and held it up to her eyes; it was a pair of stockings.

It was white and shiny, but badly damaged.

Hua Qing practically lunged forward, snatching the stockings from Long He's hand and throwing them into the trash can with a thud.

"Um... the house is a bit messy, it hasn't been cleaned yet..."

Hua Qing turned around, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Longhe is in an equally awkward position.

"cough……"

She coughed lightly, pretending nothing had happened.

The air was silent for several seconds.

Long He finally couldn't hold back and asked in a low voice, "You... usually stay in the living room?"

Hua Qing took another sip of wine.

After the alcohol took effect, his usually aloof demeanor softened, and he started speaking without thinking.

"More than just the living room"

"Where else?"

"Well... I've tried everything I could."

"You guys... really know how to have fun."

Long He gasped, his ear tips starting to burn.

But she couldn't resist her curiosity and continued, "Does he... have any particular preferences? Like clothes or something..."

Hua Qing lowered her eyes and thought carefully.

“I usually wear Hanfu, but he’s not very interested. Later, he kept making me wear those really childish Lolita outfits, with white stockings, over-the-knee socks and stuff.”

She gestured to indicate the length of the skirt.

"The skirt is so short that I'm embarrassed to wear it out in public."

Is there anything else?

Longhe leaned closer and asked, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Also, there are quite a few JK (high school girl) students..."

Hua Qing recalled the scene when everyone played in a five-player team, and JK was probably the most frequently seen "equipment".

"Are there only JK (high school girl) students?"

"Well……"

"He also particularly liked to have me change into different colored stockings; sometimes he would wear out four or five pairs in one night..."

Hua Qing pondered for a moment, then concluded, "He doesn't really have any particular quirks; he likes most things that men like... If there's anything he likes, it's probably that he likes contrasts..."

In Hua Qing's memory, the most sexy people in the fifth-ranked team were usually the conservative and quiet ones, while Lin Man was more often the ascetic type.

As for her, she had been forced to wear Lolita-style clothing, which she found incredibly shameful, more than once...

"Contrast..."

Longhe repeated thoughtfully.

Both girls were a little drunk and their conversation became increasingly explicit. Suddenly, they heard a voice.

"What are you talking about?"

Ding Heng appeared behind them without them noticing.

Long He suddenly sat up straight.

"N-nothing."

She stood up, patted her pants, and said, "Um... I have to go. I have to rehearse tomorrow, so I have to get up early."

"You're leaving already?"

Ding Heng glanced at the time and joked, "Why don't you chat a little longer? You seem to be having a great time!"

"No, it's getting late."

Long He picked up her bag from the sofa, walked to the entrance, and bent down to change her shoes.

"Huaqing."

"Ok?"

"You'll be coming to my concert with Ding Heng the day after tomorrow, right?"

Hua Qing hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't bring herself to refuse.

"meeting."

"It's a deal then, you two both have to come. Don't stand me up."

"Do not worry."

Ding Heng reassured him, "Be careful on the road, and remember to let me know when you get to the hotel."

Long He smiled, turned around and walked into the corridor.

The door closed.

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Having eaten and drunk its fill, Heidou jumped back onto the sofa and curled up in a ball next to Huaqing's legs.

"Meow~"

Hua Qing reached out and gently scratched Hei Dou's chin. The next second, Ding Heng suddenly came over, picked up the cat, and took its place.

"Meow meow meow!"