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

"The technology is so good."

She gave a forced smile: "You must practice a lot these days, right?"

Ding Heng coughed lightly, and another voice interrupted from the side.

"Brother? We meet again!"

They both turned their heads at the same time.

A young man stood by the boardwalk, also holding a camera in his hand.

Ding Heng looked him over carefully, but couldn't remember who he was for a moment.

The man was quite outgoing, smiling and saying, "Have you forgotten? We've been traveling together! We met in Jiuzhaigou last National Day holiday; you were a tour guide for three rich women back then."

Ding Heng: "..."

Longhe keenly captured the keywords.

Rich woman? Escort?

Three more?!

She turned to look at her brother, her eyes filled with a subtle expression.

The man was still rambling on: "I was thinking to myself, 'Brother, your business is really good. Three rich women, each one more beautiful than the last.'"

"You've mistaken me for someone else..."

Ding Heng turned and left without expression.

Longhe quickened his pace to catch up.

"What did that person mean by 'escort service'?"

"Accompanying someone on a trip involves eating, drinking, playing, and... you get the idea."

"Yeah……"

Long He seemed to be deep in thought, then suddenly changed the subject.

"brother."

"Ok?"

"How much do you usually charge for one escort service?"

Chapter 229: Raising brothers seems to cost a lot of money?

Long He's expression was serious, showing no sign of joking.

Ding Heng paused, turned his head and stared at her silently without saying a word.

Feeling guilty under Ding Heng's gaze, Long He looked away, still trying to maintain a facade of composure.

"I'm just curious... Didn't you say you'd be a travel companion? You can't just accompany someone for free, right..."

"Longhe!"

Ding Heng emphasized his tone, but his expression was unreadable.

Long He's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively straightened up.

Ding Heng asked, "Are you serious?"

"I...I'm just afraid you'll go astray."

"What wrong path?"

"Like...that kind of..."

Long He carefully chose his words, "You know, there are so many temptations in society these days. You're not bad-looking, and there are lots of girls around you... What if one day you feel that making money is too hard and want to take a shortcut, like becoming that kind of... that kind of..."

Which one?

"It's that kind of..."

Long He couldn't bring himself to say it, so he made up his mind: "Anyway! Now you can link my supplementary card, and use it whenever you need money, don't be shy! You're still in school, there's no need to worry about money. Even after you graduate, whether you want to start a business or find a job, I'll help you if I can. Just don't do anything... anything that's bad for your health, just for money."

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated.

"Do you think I'm living off a woman?"

"No, no, no!"

Long He waved his hands repeatedly: "I didn't mean that! I just... I just..."

She talked for a long time, but couldn't come up with a conclusion.

Ding Heng pressed on, "Do you think your brother is that kind of person?"

"no……"

"Then why are you so worried?"

"I am..."

"What exactly is it?"

"It's just... I was worried about you!"

Long He looked up and met Ding Heng's gaze, his tone returning to its usual crispness.

"If you encounter any difficulties, tell me immediately. Don't try to shoulder them alone, and definitely don't resort to shady methods."

"You're going to teach me how to do things?"

"No, that's not it..."

Long He straightened his neck: "We're all brothers, and brothers should help each other, right?"

The phrase "we're all brothers" is like a universal key for the two of them.

It's as if simply uttering these four words can smooth over all the awkwardness, ambiguity, and things that are hard to explain.

Between brothers, there's no need for many explanations.

Between brothers, anything is understandable.

Between brothers...

"Ding Ding Ding"

Ding Heng's phone suddenly rang.

The sound of the bell was particularly clear in the empty valley, and several birds were startled from the treetops, flapping their wings and flying away.

Ding Heng took out his phone and pressed answer.

Baima shouted excitedly, "Brother!!!"

"You've arrived?"

"We've arrived! We've arrived at the hotel!"

"I'll be right back."

Ding Heng hung up the phone and looked at Long He again: "The tour guide has arrived, let's go back."

Longhe simply said "Oh" and didn't ask any more questions.

It was getting dark when we got back to the hotel.

"Brother!"

Baima rushed over in three strides and buried her face in Ding Heng's arms: "I missed you so much!"

Ding Heng reached out and patted her on the head.

"It's only been a few days since we last met."

"I've been thinking about it for a few days now~"

Baima smiled brightly, then turned to Longhe beside her: "You are... Longhe?"

Long He reached up and took off his black-rimmed glasses, revealing his face.

"Hello."

She said politely, "Thank you for your help in the next few days."

"It really is Sister Longhe! Brother, you didn't lie to me!"

Bai Ma exclaimed in surprise, but without the fervor of a star-struck fan; it was more like she had seen a rare object.

She said cheerfully, "Hello, Sister Longhe, my name is Baima Yangjin, I'm a local Tibetan. You can just call me Baima, just like you do, brother!"

"Hello, Baima..."

Long He carefully examined the little girl in front of him.

She was small in stature, looked as young as a junior high school student, but spoke fluently and had a warm attitude.

But the scene of her throwing herself into Ding Heng's arms just now still made Long He feel uneasy.

Is it really necessary for siblings to get so excited when they meet?

After having dinner and resting overnight, the three of them flew to Sun City, the capital of Tibet, the following morning.

The sun was shining brightly when we landed.

The sky looked as if it had been washed with water, clean and bright.

Ding Heng stepped out of the cabin, took a deep breath, and felt nothing.

The system's physical enhancements were more than enough to handle this altitude.

Long He stood beside him, her steps slightly unsteady, and her breathing noticeably faster than usual.

Ding Heng turned to look at her: "Are you alright?"

"good."

Long He took out the oxygen cylinder he had prepared earlier and took a couple of breaths: "I feel a little dizzy."

Baima walked at the back, holding an oxygen cylinder and inhaling deeply.