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

Ding Heng: Then I'll come over this afternoon.

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: No. You should just focus on your studies, or you'll fail again.

[Ding Heng]: Senior, are you concerned about me?

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: I'm just afraid you'll blame it on me.

Ding Heng's lips curled up slightly.

He didn't press the matter further and instead asked about the rehearsals.

[Ding Heng]: How's the theater troupe doing lately? Are the rehearsals going smoothly?

【A Sea of ​​Flowers Under a Sunny Day】: Everything is fine.

In short, it's neither salty nor bland.

Ding Heng continued to press for answers.

[Ding Heng]: Will the lead actor be lost again this time?

【A Sunny Day Amidst a Sea of ​​Flowers】: [Angry and flustered.jpg]

The same pink and white Hanfu-clad figures are grinning and have flames coming out of their heads.

Just as I was about to say a few more jokes, the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

The professor closed his textbook, picked up his thermos, and walked out of the classroom.

Ding Heng got up to go to the classroom for the next class, but Liu Chiwang gently pulled him away.

"Old Ding, wait a minute."

Liu Chiwang handed over a transparent resealable bag containing sliced ​​red sausages.

Ding Heng took it: "What is this?"

"Harbin Red Sausage! It's from my hometown village, made of pure meat, with no additives, delicious and inexpensive."

Liu Chiwang grinned: "Try it, don't be shy."

Ding Heng tore open the bag, pinched out a piece, and popped it into his mouth.

The casing is crisp and chewy, the meat is firm, and the saltiness is just right.

"nice."

"Of course!"

Liu Chiwang stuffed two more packets into his hand: "Take them home and eat them, or give them away as gifts."

Ding Heng weighed the bag in his hand and grinned mischievously: "Unsolicited kindness is always suspicious!"

"hey-hey……"

Liu Chiwang scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Our village has always relied on selling local specialties to make a living, but unfortunately, sales are not good this year. In previous years, we sold through wholesalers, but this year the wholesalers are driving down prices, and the villagers are very worried."

Ding Heng didn't respond, waiting for him to continue.

Liu Chiwang rubbed his hands together and tentatively said, "Old Ding... could you help me sell some of my goods? It doesn't have to be much, just help promote it and let your friends and classmates buy some to try. The price is absolutely fair, and the quality is definitely not bad."

Ding Heng chuckled and said, "Do you think I have that ability?"

"Old Ding, you have a wide network of connections..."

Liu Chiwang leaned closer: "Especially that senior from the dance department of Hunan Normal University, could you ask her for help..."

"Hua Qing?"

"Correct!"

Liu Chiwang took out his phone, swiped it a few times, and handed it to Ding Heng: "Look, look, her account has almost a million followers!"

Hua Qing's Douyin account has unknowingly amassed 960,000 followers, nearing one million.

The profile picture is a candid shot of Hua Qing during one of her rehearsals. She is wearing a moon-white long dress, turning her head to the side, her expression as cold and aloof as frost.

The introduction consists of only one line: "[Hunan Normal University → Beijing Dance Academy | Dancer | Occasionally sharing daily life]".

There are no "for business cooperation, please send a private message" signs, nor are there any labels like "fashion blogger" or "beauty blogger"—it's all clean and simple.

Scrolling down, aside from daily vlogs, the page mostly contains behind-the-scenes footage of performances and a few casual photos.

There was no skirting the line, and no deliberate marketing.

Each post received a significant number of likes, and the comment section was filled with a harmonious atmosphere.

Ding Heng seemed to be deep in thought.

He had mentioned to Lin Man before that Hua Qing was too deserted and asked her to help him think of a solution. He didn't expect Lin Man to take it seriously and hire a dedicated operations team to manage it.

In addition, Hua Qing has a solid foundation and is supported by labels such as a graduate student of Beijing Dance Academy, a gold medalist in the Lotus Flower Dance Competition, and a "friend" of Longhe Dance Troupe.

She possesses exceptional professional skills, outstanding appearance and temperament, and an aloof, ethereal quality.

In an era where everyone has the same "internet celebrity" face, this kind of clean and pure "breath of fresh air" is even more rare.

With the influx of fans, Hua Qing's family's clothing business directly benefited.

Ding Heng snapped out of his thoughts: "Give me two packets, and I'll ask around for you."

Liu Chiwang nodded his thanks repeatedly.

It was noon when Ding Heng walked out of the teaching building.

He opened the car door and got into the driver's seat, tossing his bag onto the passenger seat. Before he could start the engine, the passenger door was suddenly pulled open.

A figure flashed in.

Longhe!?

Ding Heng asked in surprise, "Why are you here again?"

What do you mean by "again"?

Long He pulled on his seatbelt and fastened it, his tone displeased: "Not welcoming, brother?"

Ding Heng started the car, turned the steering wheel, and drove out of the parking space: "You're a big star, after all. Don't you take a lot of vacations?"

"It's not really a holiday."

Long He took a mint out of his bag, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth: "I came back to record a program for Hunan TV, and I stopped by your school on the way. I just happened to see your car parked here."

"You're getting bolder and bolder, huh..."

"Hehe, your glasses really work."

Long He raised his hand to adjust the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his tone smug: "From the moment I entered the school gate until you got on the bus, no one recognized me the whole way."

Ding Heng gave a helpless, bitter smile.

"Where?"

"If I'm going to record a program, I'll definitely go to a TV station."

"Row."

Ding Heng responded, and Long He naturally reached for the back seat and picked up a bag.

"What's this?"

"Harbin Red Sausage".

Can I eat it?

"Didn't you already start dismantling it?"

Longhe tore open the packaging bag, took a bite, chewed a couple of times, and squinted his eyes.

"Hmm, not bad. Where did you come from?"

"My classmate."

Ding Heng briefly recounted what Liu Chiwang had done to him that morning.

"They said it's a specialty product from their hometown village, the product is good, but they don't have a sales channel, so they wanted me to help them sell it."

"Supporting farmers' sales through live streaming...?"

Longhe suddenly looked down and started fiddling with his phone.

Ding Heng suddenly heard a "click" sound and turned his head to look.

Longhe pointed his camera at the red sausage in his hand and took a picture with absolutely no composition.

Then she opened WB and her fingers flew across the screen.

Ding Heng was startled: "What are you doing?"

"I'll help you sell your products."

Long He didn't even look up, speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The next second... it's sent.

Ding Heng slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a sudden stop. The momentum threw the two of them forward, and the red sausage in Long He's hand almost flew out of his hand.

"You've already sent it out?"

"correct."

Longhe showed him his phone screen.

The latest Weibo post, accompanied by a sales link for red sausage, has already been shared over four figures.

Ding Heng hesitated, then pressed the accelerator again, and the car continued to drive forward.

"You don't have any snack brand endorsements on you, do you?"

"No... Don't worry! I'm not stupid."

"Your mom actually dared to let you manage your Weibo account yourself, that's amazing."

What do you mean?

Long He pouted unhappily: "My contract is about to expire. My mom is giving me some freedom, but I still need to get the new company's approval."