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

Zhao Yanxi clapped her hands: "Then let's vote! The minority shall obey the majority!"

"and many more……"

On the other end of the screen, Hua Qing cleared her throat: "I have something to tell you."

Several people looked over at the same time.

"I have a performance in the capital on the 23rd. Could you come two days earlier? You can watch the performance and then leave, since there are no direct flights from Changsha."

Zhao Yanxi's eyes lit up.

"Sister Hua Qing, you're performing? What kind of performance?"

"The troupe's year-end performance is not a big event."

Hua Qing spoke calmly, but her eyes were filled with undisguised anticipation.

"Go! Of course I'll go!"

Zhao Yanxi turned to look at Ding Heng. The man had changed his shoes and was about to go upstairs, seemingly not very interested in their conversation.

"Brother Ding Heng, what do you think?"

"You can decide."

Ding Heng waved his hand and quickly went upstairs to the study on the second floor.

He closed the door, sat down at his desk, took out his phone, and dialed Longhe's number.

beep...beep...beep...

After several rings, the other end answered.

"Hey……"

Long He's voice sounded slightly hoarse, as if he had just finished singing at an event and was a little tired.

"What are you doing?"

"Just finished recording a variety show, I'm exhausted!"

Long He sighed: "Is something the matter?"

"Nothing serious, just asking how you plan to celebrate your birthday."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Long He spoke again, his tone deliberately light.

"Me? What else can I do but work? I have a New Year's Eve gala to record on TVB on the 27th, a brand event on the 28th, and I'm flying to Shanghai on the 31st to shoot an advertisement... My schedule is packed, how can I have time to celebrate my birthday?"

"Can't find the time this year?"

"The contract is about to expire, and the company wants to make more money, which I understand."

Long He chuckled lightly: "Anyway, birthdays come every year, so one more won't make a difference. Just have fun with your little girlfriend, don't worry about me."

Ding Heng remained silent, while Long He tried his best to appear more relaxed.

"Besides, even if I were free, there's a huge group of people on your side, and I couldn't get in. Rather than feel awkward, it's better for us to just mind our own business, don't you think?"

"You're quite open-minded."

"Of course! I've always been open-minded since I was a child!"

Long He chuckled twice, but Ding Heng could tell that his brother's laughter sounded a bit dry.

Ding Heng leaned back in his chair, tapping his knuckles lightly on the edge of the table, and gave one last word of advice.

Don't overwork yourself.

"Okay, okay, stop nagging."

Long He responded with a sound of agreement, and then added a sentence.

"Then... Happy New Year and Happy Birthday together. Let me tell you in advance so you won't be too busy later."

"Hmm... Let's have fun together, brothers."

The phone hangs up.

Ding Heng stared blankly at his phone screen, then finally slammed it down on the table.

When I went downstairs again, the voting in the living room had already ended.

Zhao Yanxi held up a sticky note and waved it at Ding Heng: "Voting structure—2:2:1! Two votes for New Zealand, two votes for the Maldives, and one vote for Switzerland."

Clearly, Wenjing was still trying to avoid offending either side.

Lin Man spread her hands: "Boss, why don't you make the final decision?"

Ding Heng decisively replied, "New Zealand."

"What's the reason?"

"There are few people, and there's the sea. I want to see you in your swimsuits."

The living room fell silent for a moment.

Zhao Yanxi shrugged generously: "Okay! I bought several new sets."

Lin Man smiled and agreed, "Perfect, I'm preparing a few new outfits this time."

Wenjing lowered her head, her ears turning slightly red.

On the other end of the screen, Hua Qing muttered expressionlessly, "Pervert."

Only Baima rested his chin on his hands, looking thoughtful.

you?

Does that include her?

Baima looked down at herself.

She was small in stature, with a flat chest, and looked as unripe as an undeveloped fruit.

Then think of Zhao Yanxi's long legs, Lin Man's alluring curves, Wen Jing's exaggerated proportions, and even Hua Qing, although she is rather thin, has the temperament to carry her off.

In comparison, my disadvantages are far too great.

……

A week later, everyone took leave and flew to the capital to watch Hua Qing's performance.

The performance took place in an experimental theater in a theater in the capital. It was not large, with about 300 seats, and it was packed to capacity.

The 40-minute solo dance featured no fancy techniques or deliberate emotional manipulation; every movement was perfectly executed.

Clean, precise, and powerful.

The applause was thunderous during the curtain call. Hua Qing stood in the center of the stage, slightly out of breath, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

Her eyes searched the audience seats, quickly locking onto Ding Heng's location. A smile unconsciously appeared on her face, which she quickly withdrew.

Ding Heng got up and went around to the backstage area via the side passage.

Hua Qing was surrounded by several classmates, who were praising her all at once.

"Sister Qing, you look amazing today!"

"The last big jump gave me goosebumps!"

Hua Qing seemed a little uncomfortable with the praise from everyone, and kept being polite and humble.

Ding Heng stood quietly on the periphery of the crowd, without stepping forward.

After the crowd dispersed, he stepped forward and handed over a bunch of white bellflowers.

"Thank you for your hard work, Chief Hua!"

"Don't talk nonsense..."

Hua Qing took the flowers and angrily punched one of them, saying, "What chief? You're just teasing me again!"

"Sooner or later!"

"you……"

"No need to be modest, in my heart, you will always be the best!"

A man's sweet talk always works. Although Hua Qing didn't want to react, she couldn't control the curve of her lips; she just couldn't suppress it.

"Hey, Sister Qing, is this your boyfriend?"

A classmate who hadn't gone far turned around and looked at Ding Heng with a smile.

"Wow, so handsome! No wonder Sister Qing doesn't like the boys at our school..."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Hua Qing blushed with embarrassment and raised her hand to shoo them away, but the classmates had already run far away laughing and joking.

Ding Heng continued, "Chief Hua, go change your clothes. I've prepared a celebration banquet for you!"

Hua Qing hummed in agreement, picked up the flower, and turned to walk into the changing room.

Twenty minutes later, Hua Qing changed into a light blue modified Hanfu dress, her long hair half-tied up, and returned to Ding Heng's side looking neat and refreshing.

The two walked out of the theater side by side, the night wind blowing in their faces.

Hua Qing got into the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt.

"And what about them?"

"I'm going back to the hotel now. My flight is early the day after tomorrow, so I need to arrange my luggage first."

Ding Heng started the car: "I'll show you around tonight."

What are you going to look at?

"You can shop wherever you want."

Hua Qing didn't say anything, and began to seriously consider how to arrange her time alone with Ding Heng tonight.

As the car turned a corner, Hua Qing suddenly asked.

"Who... is going this time?"