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

She looked unwell, her lips were pale, and she walked unsteadily.

"Bai Ma, are you alright?"

Ding Heng reached out and supported Bai Ma's shoulder.

"The altitude sickness seems to be getting quite severe..."

Bai Ma's voice was weak and listless: "I guess it will take a while to get used to it."

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated: "Aren't you a local?"

"Who told you locals don't get altitude sickness!"

Baima glared at him irritably: "I haven't been back for a while, and my body isn't used to it anymore! Do you think altitude sickness is something that depends on your household registration?"

"Let's go, get in the car first."

Ding Heng simply picked up Princess Baima.

Bai Ma took the opportunity to wrap her arms around Ding Heng's neck and nestled softly into his embrace.

Long He walked ahead and glanced back.

The little girl hadn't fully adjusted to the altitude sickness yet, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, as if she were secretly smiling.

After getting on the bus, all three of them sat in the back row.

Bai Ma remained slumped on Ding Heng, her eyes half-open and half-closed.

"Brother..."

She mumbled something indistinctly.

"Ok?"

"Please rub my temples... I feel so dizzy..."

Ding Heng pressed his thumb on Bai Ma's temple and gently massaged it.

The force was neither too light nor too heavy, and the rhythm was even.

Baima squinted comfortably: "A little harder on the left...yes...that's the pressure...mmm..."

She directed Ding Heng as if she were enjoying a top-notch spa.

Longhe glanced at him sideways, a sour feeling welling up inside him.

Her brother has never spoiled her like this before...

The van drove into the most luxurious hotel in Sun City.

The three of them took the elevator upstairs, walked through the corridor, and checked into the high-end executive suite.

After resting until the afternoon, Baima finally readjusted to the thin air of her hometown.

In addition, Qu Zhen sent someone to deliver an off-road vehicle so that the three of them could go out for a trip.

Before leaving the hotel, Baima took a Tibetan hat and a pair of sunglasses, put them on his head, and looked like a little explorer.

"Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!"

She was the first to climb into the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel with both hands, full of confidence.

Long He was taken aback: "You're driving?"

Judging by her appearance alone, Longhe would never guess that Baima is eighteen years old. Seeing her grip the steering wheel, he felt his heart pounding.

"Yup!"

Baima said confidently, "Don't worry, I know Sunshine City like the back of my hand!"

"Let's go."

With Ding Heng's reassurance, Long He mustered up the courage to get on the bus.

The car started, the engine roared, and it slowly drove out of the parking lot.

As Baima drove, she introduced the local culture and scenery of Rizhao City in a very serious and professional manner, making it seem quite authentic.

The car arrived at Barkhor Street, and Pema found a parking space.

The three got out of the car and slowly walked forward along the main street.

The street is not long, and most of the shops on both sides sell local specialties such as Tibetan medicine, Thangka paintings, and handmade silver jewelry.

There weren't many tourists, just a few here and there.

Longhe stopped in front of a stall selling dzi beads.

"This looks good."

She picked up a dark brown dzi bead and examined it closely in her hand.

The stall owner was a Tibetan man in his forties, wearing a dark Tibetan robe and a string of old amber beads around his neck.

He said in heavily accented Mandarin, “Young lady, you have a good eye! This is a pure dzi bead, made of old material. Look at the pattern and the patina; it’s at least several hundred years old. I’ll only ask for this price.”

The man held up three fingers.

"Three thousand?"

Longhe asked tentatively.

Thirty thousand!

The stall owner said confidently, "This is an old item, it has spiritual power. Wearing it can ward off evil spirits, ensure safety, and bring good fortune."

Baima decisively stepped forward, took the dzi bead from Longhe's hand, looked at it over and over, and spoke a sentence in Tibetan.

The stall owner's smile immediately froze, and he replied in Tibetan, his tone clearly guilty.

Baima spoke a few more words, this time even faster, like a machine gun.

The stall owner looked embarrassed, then gave an awkward laugh and said nothing more.

Baima put the dzi bead back on the stall, grabbed Longhe, and left.

Longhe asked curiously, "Bai Ma, what did you just say to him?"

"I said this thing is fake."

Baima scoffed, "What pure dzi bead? It's just ordinary dyed resin, costing less than a hundred yuan. He saw that the three of us looked like young tourists and wanted to rip us off."

Long He continued, "How did you figure that out?"

“I grew up in Tibet, so I’ve seen similar tricks all the time.”

Baima shrugged: "A few years ago, when the internet wasn't as developed, there were even more scammers like this. They would swindle tourists out of things like dzi beads, cordyceps, and saffron. Especially those middle-aged and elderly tour groups, the tour guide would take you to some craft shops, and then you would bump into a big lama who would tell your fortune and sell you dzi beads for thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of yuan."

"Are people really that easy to fool?"

"Don't disbelieve me, they can tell you exactly how long it took you to get married, how long it took you to have children, sons and daughters... In short, they can calculate your entire life story clearly, leaving you completely bewildered, and in the end, they'll provide you with a set of dzi beads worth hundreds of thousands."

"How was it calculated?"

"The tour guides work together from the inside and outside. They try to get information out of you on the bus, and by the time you enter the shop, the lama already has printed information in his hand."

The two women were chatting enthusiastically when Ding Heng suddenly interrupted with a question.

"Bai Ma, you seem to know her quite well?"

"I……"

Baima suddenly hesitated, then quickly changed the subject: "Um... Brother! Let's go see somewhere else."

Ding Heng smiled and didn't delve too deeply into it.

Qu Zhen's rise to wealth must have been quite extraordinary!

The three of them strolled around until evening before finally arriving at the famous landmark Potala Palace to take photos.

Back at the hotel, the three of them took showers one after another, with Baima being the last.

Stepping out of the bathroom, Baima changed into a pink and white cartoon pajama and knelt down in front of Ding Heng.

"Brother, help me blow-dry my hair."

Ding Heng picked up the hair dryer and gently ran his hands through Bai Ma's hair.

The technique was skillful, and the force was just right.

Pema closed her eyes and let out a comfortable hum.

Longhe watched quietly from the side, suddenly recalling his childhood.

When she often stayed at Ding Heng's house, she would squat down in front of Ding Heng after taking a bath and ask her brother to blow her.

Ding Heng always complained, but he would always help her dry her hair carefully.

Long He felt increasingly jealous.

"I'm going to sleep now."

Goodnight, Sister Longhe.

Baima waved to her.

"Good night."

Long He turned and walked into the master bedroom.

My mind is in a mess.

…………

Because the overall landscape of Sunshine City is mainly based on humanities and religion, Longhe was not very interested.

So the next morning, the three of them immediately drove to Namtso Lake.

Namtso Lake is at an altitude of over 4700 meters, much higher than Sunshine City.

This time, Longhe got out of the car, his steps were noticeably unsteady.

My breathing was rapid, my heart was pounding, and my temples were throbbing.

She held onto the car door and took out an oxygen cylinder to take a couple of breaths, but it didn't help much.

"Sister Longhe, are you alright?"