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

She strode over and opened the door: "I've removed my makeup and changed my clothes, how am I supposed to go on stage?"

Sister Song looked at Long He, her brows furrowing slightly, but it was too late.

"That's enough for now, let's go, let's go."

Sister Song grabbed Long He's arm and turned to walk towards the passage.

Long He turned back and shouted "Wait for me" to Ding Heng and Hua Qing before being dragged away by Sister Song and disappearing around the corner of the corridor.

The locker room fell silent.

Hua Qing mechanically turned her head and met Ding Heng's gaze.

"Tonight... are you really going to let Longhe stay at our house?"

"You rented the apartment, so you have the final say."

Ding Heng put his hands in his pockets and threw the question back at him.

Hua Qing lowered her head and began to think, but before she could mentally prepare herself, the live stage footage reappeared on the TV screen in the dressing room.

The lights dimmed, and a spotlight shone on the center of the stage.

Long He walked out from the side platform.

Her striking long pink hair, loose-fitting hoodie, and pleated skirt swayed gently with her steps.

Without heavy stage makeup or elaborate styling, she was simply a sweet and beautiful college student.

The audience fell silent for a moment.

"Whoa...!!!"

Screams erupted like a tidal wave, more enthusiastic than any previous encore. Fans waved light sticks wildly, some shouting "Long He is so cute," others repeatedly chanting "Sister Long, Sister Long."

Hua Qing stood in front of the television, quietly watching the pink-haired girl on the screen, as if she suddenly understood.

Ding Heng isn't the only one who likes contrasts, and it's not just men...

The encore lasted for nearly half an hour, during which Longhe expressed his sincere gratitude to everyone.

The organizers, the director team, the band members, the backup dancers, and even the drivers who have been picking them up and dropping them off for more than half a year were all included.

Each time a name was read, cheers erupted from the audience, and the light boards flickered in the darkness like a surging sea of ​​stars.

Finally, the lights went out completely, and the stage fell silent.

Long He walked quickly back to the lounge, took out a mask and glasses from his bag and put them on, then put a baseball cap on his head and pulled the brim down.

Ding Heng suggested, "Wearing glasses is enough; there's no need to make it look like you're robbing a bank."

"Stop making sarcastic remarks. What if you get recognized? Will you take responsibility?"

Long He sighed, "It's better to be safe than sorry. Have you forgotten what happened at Hubei University last time?"

The three of them quickly walked through the passageway, slipped out of the stadium through the side door, and got into the car.

The car started and drove into the night.

Long He took off his mask and sunglasses, slumped back in his chair, and let out a long sigh.

"Phew...it's finally over."

"Where?"

Hua Qing sat in the driver's seat, ready to start the car.

Long He immediately said, "Didn't we already say we'd go eat hot pot again?"

Ding Heng smiled wryly: "Eating again? Didn't we just eat that the day before yesterday?"

"I didn't eat to my heart's content the day before yesterday because I was afraid of getting an upset stomach... Today I'm definitely going to eat to my heart's content!"

"Go, go, go."

Forty minutes later, the three of them went to a nearby hot pot restaurant and sat down.

This time, Longhe no longer held back.

Tripe, duck intestines, fatty beef, shrimp paste, beef aorta, pig brain... one by one, marking each item, turning to the next page after finishing one.

"Are you sure you can finish all this?"

"Don't worry, I'm starving after singing and dancing all night."

Long He didn't even look up, continuing to tick boxes on the menu.

Ding Heng cautioned, "Sister Long, you'd better think this through. If you gain three pounds when you get back from your vacation, your agent and nutritionist will be constantly monitoring and bombarding you with questions. Don't blame me for not warning you."

Long He finally raised his head and glared back defiantly.

"That's all after the holiday ends. I'm on vacation now, on vacation! Understand?"

She finished marking the last dish, pushed the menu to the side of the table, picked up the teapot, poured herself a glass of water, and tilted her head back to gulp down half of it.

"Furthermore, I have already made it clear to my mother that I will not answer work calls, participate in any commercial activities, or cooperate with any publicity during my vacation. Even if the sky falls, it has nothing to do with me. Let me rest quietly for a few days."

"Will your mom agree?"

"Why shouldn't she agree!"

Long He tapped the table: "If you make a donkey pull the millstone, you have to give it a couple of days to rest, otherwise you'll exhaust it and it'll be a waste of her time!"

Compared to the relaxed and carefree demeanor of Ding Heng and Long He, Hua Qing appeared much more tense, her gaze frequently glancing around.

They sat in the lobby, surrounded by a few guests. Anyone who glanced at them could recognize Long He.

Longhe himself, however, seemed completely unafraid, wearing only a pair of black-rimmed glasses and looking relaxed and content.

Hua Qing wanted to offer a few words of advice, but just as she opened her mouth, she suddenly heard a sound.

"Look at Longhe!"

A gasp came from the next table.

Hua Qing's chopsticks fell onto the table with a "thud".

Long He froze, his heart leaping into his throat.

Ding Heng frowned slightly. What happened? The [Holy Radiance Disguise Mask] had failed?

"She's trending again."

The girl at the next table handed her phone to the person next to her: "That hairstyle is so pretty! Cherry blossom pink!"

When did she dye it?

"Ahhh, I saw it too! So cute! It's completely different from usual!"

The group of students huddled together and started chattering away.

The three exchanged a glance, relieved.

Why do people nowadays always seem to take long breaths when they talk?

Longhe took out his phone and opened Weibo.

The trending search terms were prominently displayed: #LongheCherryBlossomPink#, #LongheConcertFinal#, and #LongheNewLookGirlish#.

She clicked on the first entry and scrolled down.

The top trending Weibo post was an encore video taken by the official team, captioned: "Tonight's Longhe is cherry blossom flavored! Who understands this girlish charm?"

The number of reposts has exceeded six figures, and the comments section is polarized.

The front row is filled with fans' compliments—

Ahhh, my sister is so cute!

Who did this styling? Give them a bonus!

【Pink-haired dragon, I'm in! I'm in a million times!】

Turn the page, and you'll hear different sounds.

This style is too soft and cute; I prefer the old style.

Is Longhe trying to change her image? But this style doesn't suit her.

It feels a bit forced... like someone trying to look young.

Then I opened the super topic, and the fans were already arguing.

To be honest, this hairstyle really doesn't suit her; it makes her face look big.

[Where does your face look big? Are you seeing things?]

I think it looks great. What's wrong with changing your style once in a while?

Am I the only one who thinks she seems reluctant? Is she being pressured by the team?

Long He swiped past the screen expressionlessly, exited Weibo, and placed his phone face down on the table.

"My mom bought me trending topics again."

Ding Heng picked up a piece of tripe and slowly put it into his mouth.

"Does your mom frequently buy you trending topics?"

"It doesn't happen often, does it?"

Long He sighed: "Sometimes, fans inexplicably push things to the top over trivial matters. Who knows where they get so much free time? Don't they have jobs or schools to go to?

"I've noticed you interact with your fans quite a lot?"

"After all, they are our bread and butter, so we have to find ways to make them happy."

Long He stuffed a ball of shrimp paste into his mouth and mumbled, "When it comes to spending money on idol worship, it's mostly girls who are the main force. Especially some of the most extreme fanatics. So they might post a selfie during holidays or occasionally drop into a fan group chat for a bit, but we can't spoil them too much. We have to keep the boundaries in check."

Ding Heng smiled wryly after hearing this.

Despite Longhe's seemingly logical analysis, if she weren't a celebrity, given her personality since childhood, she would definitely be completely different from fans in the entertainment industry.

She's straightforward and can't keep secrets... When she gets angry, she won't give anyone face.

But no way.

Now that we've embarked on this path, we can't just eat our fill and then complain about it.