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

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Ding Heng approached and said, "Have you been waiting long? What would you like to eat? It's on me."

"I'm not hungry!"

Zhou Ling waved her hand repeatedly, but her eyes were already glancing towards the food court upstairs in the mall.

Sun Yao replied with a smile, "You're too kind. Baima told us you were going to treat us, and we felt embarrassed."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

Ding Heng turned and walked towards the elevator: "Let's go, order whatever you want to eat."

As Baima walked beside Ding Heng, that awkward feeling welled up in her heart again.

She couldn't explain why she felt awkward.

Everything seemed normal... Ding Heng invited her roommates to dinner, and the roommates were all very happy; the scene was harmonious and respectable.

But she just felt that something was wrong.

The elevator went up to the fifth floor, and the group went into a nicely decorated Hunan restaurant.

Ding Heng requested a private room. The round table wasn't large, just enough to seat five people.

The waiter handed over the menu, which Ding Heng casually pushed to Zhou Ling.

"Please order, don't be shy."

Zhou Ling took the menu and flipped through a couple of pages: "This place isn't cheap."

"It's okay, go ahead and order."

Ding Heng picked up his teacup and took a sip, speaking casually.

The group ordered seven or eight dishes one after another, and Baima didn't say much from beginning to end.

While waiting for the food, Sun Yao started a conversation: "What were you busy with this morning? Baima didn't tell us."

Ding Heng put down his teacup: "Get the car for Baima."

"Pick up the car?"

Sun Yao's eyes widened, and her voice rose by half an octave.

Zhou Ling also became interested and leaned forward: "What kind of car are you getting?"

Before Ding Heng could speak, Bai Ma answered first.

Porsche.

There was a moment of silence on the table.

Three pairs of eyes turned to look at us simultaneously.

"Porsche?!"

Sun Yao was the first to cry out, her voice so shrill it almost cracked.

"Bai Ma, your brother bought you a Porsche?!"

"Um……"

Holy crap!

Zhou Ling gasped, almost dropping her chopsticks.

Ding Heng remained unfazed: "As long as she's happy."

Zhou Ling swallowed hard, her gaze shifting back and forth between Ding Heng and Bai Ma.

"Bai Ma, your brother is spoiling you too much..."

"It's alright."

Bai Ma's reaction was not significant.

She felt good when Ding Heng helped her "show off" at the Chujiang Hotel last time they ate together.

Her vanity was satisfied, and the envious looks from her roommates made her feel elated.

But this time, she didn't feel anything.

It was even a little awkward.

She couldn't explain why.

Perhaps... she overdid it?

As the dishes were served one after another, Sun Yao's topic still inevitably turned to driving.

"Bai Ma, when are you picking up your car? Could we ride in it then?"

"It'll probably take a month..."

Baima picked up a bite of food and gave a mumbled reply.

"A month? That long?"

"Custom orders generally take time."

"oh oh……"

My roommates kept flattering me, each one more excited than the last.

It seems that it wasn't Baima who picked up the car, but rather them.

But Baima was thinking about something else entirely—driving a Porsche to school?

She's a college student, driving a Porsche to school?

Nine times out of ten, they'll become influential figures; just thinking about it gives me a headache.

She suddenly felt a little regretful, but she didn't know what she was regretting.

Everything was exactly what she wanted.

Luxury cars, Ding Heng's "girlfriend" status, even showing off in front of her roommates—these were all things she had wanted in the past.

But when all these things actually came crashing down on her at once, she felt uncomfortable.

It's like acting in a play that doesn't belong to you.

After dinner, Ding Heng suggested they go for a walk.

The girls naturally had no objections, and Baima didn't want to spoil the fun.

Walking in the mall, Ding Heng and Bai Ma held hands and strolled around like countless other normal couples.

Zhou Ling turned around and saw this scene.

"Wow, the brother and sister have such a good relationship."

She joked with a smile, her tone ambiguous.

Sun Yao turned around and chimed in with a grin, "Bai Ma, your brother treats you so well, you're going to have a hard time finding a boyfriend in the future."

Bai Ma blushed slightly and lowered her head without replying.

In the past, she would have joked along, and might even have deliberately said something like, "Then let my brother support me for the rest of my life."

But today she felt completely different...

As evening fell, the group parted ways.

Ding Heng and Bai Ma escorted their roommates to the subway station, and Zhou Ling couldn't help but grumble.

"Bai Ma, can we go with you when you pick up the car? I'd like to see the world too!"

Baima smiled and replied, "Okay."

After seeing their roommate off, the two returned to their Mercedes and sat down.

Pema leaned back in her chair, feeling completely drained and listless.

Ding Heng glanced at her.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy today?"

"No."

Baima shook her head, forcing herself to cheer up.

Ding Heng didn't ask any more questions, and the car continued driving forward.

Baima's mind was still a mess.

Throughout the day, Ding Heng behaved naturally, just as he usually did when dealing with Zhao Yanxi, Wen Jing, Hua Qing, and so on, and was even more considerate.

But this made Baima begin to doubt—what did she really want?

The Mercedes returned to the villa's garage.

Ding Heng turned off the engine, opened the door, and got out of the car.

Baima sat in the passenger seat and didn't move.

Ding Heng walked around to the passenger side and opened the car door.

"Girlfriend, we're home, get out of the car."

Bai Ma raised her head and met Ding Heng's gaze.

"Brother."

"Ok?"

"I……"

Baima hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Ding Heng didn't urge her, and waited quietly for her to speak.