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

She brought up the contract again: "The new contract is for twelve years, from when I was twenty-one until I was thirty-three."

"What are the terms?"

"I haven't looked at it closely yet."

Long He smiled wryly: "My mom said the other party is very sincere and offers very good terms. But even if it's good, twelve years is too long. What if the boss is a greasy middle-aged man who makes me go to dinner parties every day?"

Don't think too badly of people.

"Why are you speaking up for him..."

Ding Heng smiled but didn't reply.

Long He sighed, "Forget it, let's just take it one step at a time. Anyway, my mom wouldn't hurt me."

She picked up her chopsticks, ready to continue eating, when she suddenly remembered something.

"Oh right, I almost forgot to give it to you."

She took something out of her pocket and handed it to Ding Heng.

It's a car key with the Mercedes logo.

"Your birthday present."

Long He said smugly, "I'm going to sign the contract the day after tomorrow, so I'm giving it to you in advance."

Ding Heng picked it up and gently stroked it: "You're really going to buy me a car?"

"I've already had the car parked in your garage. You can go back and get it. Don't drive your stepmother's car; you can't be obligated to someone who feeds you."

"Does using your food mean I'm obligated to do something?"

"How can that be the same!"

Ding Heng stopped being coy and put the keys in his pocket.

"Thanks, bro."

"You're welcome."

Long He then waved to him with a smile.

Ding Heng looked at her: "What?"

Where is my birthday present?

Ding Heng pointed to the instant noodles in her bowl: "I gave them to you a long time ago."

Long He glared at him: "You mean this?"

"Why not? It's cooked by my brother himself; it's priceless."

Just as Long He was about to retort, his phone suddenly vibrated. He picked it up and saw that it was a file sent by Yang Sijie.

The final, official contract.

Longhe opened the app and scrolled down line by line.

As she watched, her expression shifted from nonchalant to incredulous.

"how?"

Ding Heng asked the question knowing the answer already.

Long He looked up: "Is this boss... doing charity?"

The contract terms are clearly written.

Duration: Twelve years, that's right.

However, the profit-sharing ratio is as follows: Longhe takes 80%, and the company takes 20%.

All expenses related to advertising, production, and distribution will be borne by the company, with no upper limit on repayment.

Longhe has complete creative autonomy, and the company shall not interfere with its musical style, image positioning, or choice of commercial cooperation.

They must take no less than 80 days of mandatory leave each year and must not be assigned a workload that exceeds their physical capacity.

It has an independent brokerage team, with personnel selected by Longhe itself, and the company only provides salary and office support.

Personal assistants, nutritionists, fitness coaches, psychologists... they have it all.

The most outrageous one is the last one—

The company will provide Ms. Longhe with a private jet for her domestic and international work and personal travel.

Long He looked at it three times to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

"This……"

Her expression was complicated. "Ding Heng, I'm a little scared now."

"What are you afraid of?"

"Do you think that big boss...could actually be interested in me?"

Ding Heng was putting mutton into his mouth when he heard this and almost choked, coughing twice.

"Maybe they just think you sing well."

"You sing well?"

Long He's lips twitched: "You think I'll get a private jet just because I sing well? Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

Why think so much? Do you have any other choice?

"I haven't signed it yet!"

"That's perfect, if you don't want to sign, then don't."

"That won't do. Only a fool wouldn't sign those terms."

Long He hesitated, "I just feel...something's off. What do you think he's after?"

Ding Heng put down his chopsticks, looked at her, and his expression was unusually serious.

"Longhe".

"Ok?"

"Just think of him as your die-hard fan who can't stand to see you suffer."

Long He stared at Ding Heng for several seconds before finally bursting out laughing.

"Alright, I'll take your good wishes!"

Chapter 253: The Kitten's Teaching and Punishment

After the New Year's Day holiday, the temperature in Changsha dropped significantly again.

Zhao Yanxi, wrapped in a thick down jacket, walked out of the examination room looking wilted and listless.

After returning from New Zealand, she fell into a state of confusion, had no interest in attending classes, and began to look forward to the winter break.

Your performance is directly reflected in your grades...

The exam week at Central South University wasn't particularly packed, but Zhao Yanxi was completely stumped by the end of this morning's professional course.

Multiple-choice questions can be guessed by using the process of elimination, but short-answer questions are completely incomprehensible, and essay questions are even more difficult to understand.

She tucked her student ID into her pocket and took a deep breath.

"Yan hope!"

Huang Meng's voice came from behind.

Zhao Yanxi turned her head, and Huang Meng jogged after her.

The other person looked relaxed, so they must have done well on the exam.

How did you do on the exam?

"Don't even mention it."

Zhao Yanxi said dejectedly, "I'll be so grateful if I can even pass."

Huang Meng took Zhao Yanxi's arm and comforted her with a smile: "It's okay. The teacher said that the participation grade accounts for 40%. You've handed in all your homework, so you shouldn't fail."

"Who knows?"

Zhao Yanxi sighed, and the two walked along the road in front of the teaching building toward the dormitory.

The plane trees lining both sides of the road have lost all their leaves, and occasionally a few birds perch on them before fluttering their wings and flying away.

"It seems you've taken quite a few days off this semester."

Huang Meng turned to look at Zhao Yanxi: "The counselor has been secretly asking me about it, worried that something might have happened to your family."

"It's nothing, it's just that I went out to play for a few more days."

Zhao Yanxi gave a vague response, unwilling to elaborate.

Since moving in with Ding Heng, she has only cared about enjoying life, frequently taking days off for two or three days, or even a week, which has earned her a lot of nagging from her family...

Huang Meng wisely refrained from pressing the matter, instead talking about what they would eat at the cafeteria later, and then complaining that she hadn't finished reviewing for the next subject.

The two chatted idly for a while, and when they reached the girls' dormitory, they ran into Zhang Xiao and Li Aitong.

"Yan hope! How did the exam go?"

Zhang Xiao looked up and asked with a grin.

"generally."

Zhao Yanxi waved her hand, and the group went upstairs together.

Although Zhao Yanxi no longer lives in the dormitory, she still goes back to visit occasionally.

The air conditioner was on in the dormitory, and it felt hot as soon as I entered.

Zhao Yanxi took off her down jacket and threw it on the bed, then slumped into a chair.

Li Aitong sat down in front of her and asked, "Yan hope, you went abroad again for New Year's Day? I saw that your location on WeChat Moments was New Zealand."

"Yes, I went with a friend."