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

Suddenly, Zhao Yanxi stopped and looked up at the brightly lit library not far away, sighing softly.

“Brother Ding Heng, from now on you and Jingjing will both be at Hubei University, and I will be separated from you by thousands of miles.”

Ding Heng stopped and turned to face Zhao Yanxi.

"Look at what you're saying, what thousands of miles apart? It's only a few kilometers away. It's not difficult to meet up."

"Several kilometers...that's quite far."

Zhao Yanxi kicked a small pebble at her feet, her tone elusive.

"What if... I mean, what if, the two of you are behind my back..."

Ding Heng stood with his hands in his pockets, looking completely at ease.

"If you don't trust me, how could you not trust Wenjing? Do you think she can hide her thoughts from you, Zhao Yanxi? If anything happens, she'll probably be the first one to report to you."

"That's true..."

Zhao Yanxi's lips curled up slightly.

She understands her best friend.

Timid, unable to keep secrets, and even less able to lie.

But it was precisely this understanding that made her feelings even more complicated at this moment.

The two walked silently for a while and came to a relatively secluded garden, where the chirping of insects rose and fell in the summer night.

Zhao Yanxi spoke again, her tone casual, but her eyes secretly glanced at Ding Heng's profile.

"Brother Ding Heng, what do you mean... if, I mean if, there are two things you both really like, but it seems like you can't have them at the same time, or having them at the same time would be a bit troublesome, what would you choose?"

Which one do you choose that's more obedient and less troublesome?

Should we choose the one that's...maybe more complicated, but also more unique and more to your liking?

She tried to ask subtly, wanting to know what kind of importance she and Wenjing held in Ding Heng's heart.

But as soon as she said it, she regretted it.

Asking such a question is absolutely stupid!

She's just like those immature girls who force men to make choices.

Moreover, Ding Heng isn't stupid; he'll definitely be able to guess her true thoughts behind the question.

"My words..."

Just as Ding Heng was about to answer, Zhao Yanxi abruptly changed the subject, pointing to a brightly lit building not far away.

"Hey, Ding Heng, is that a stadium? It looks pretty impressive."

Ding Heng was fully aware of the girl's little scheme, but he didn't expose it, and his tone remained normal.

"Yes, I think so. I've heard your school has pretty good sports facilities."

Not getting an answer, Zhao Yanxi breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little inexplicably disappointed.

She shook her head, shaking off that affectation, and put on a relaxed tone, nudging Ding Heng with her elbow.

“Hey, let’s get serious. Xiao Jing is timid and can’t say no to people. You’re not allowed to bully her when I’m not in Xingcheng.”

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow, a half-smile on his face: "Do you think I would bully Wenjing while you're not around?"

"Who knows what you're up to?"

Zhao Yanxi rolled her eyes at him and teased him half-jokingly, "If I hadn't come to Xingcheng with Xiaojing to 'supervise' her, she might have been devoured by you long ago, bones and all."

Ding Heng turned to face her, leaning slightly closer to her: "If I really wanted to take advantage of Wenjing, would it have helped if you came along?"

Zhao Yanxi's breath hitched.

Indeed, if Ding Heng really wanted to do something to Wen Jing, given Wen Jing's almost zero defense, she probably wouldn't refuse at all.

At most, she might struggle and resist symbolically, but in the end, she would only become a supplement to increase the speed of a man's attack.

But how much real help can this so-called "best friend" actually provide?

Perhaps... in the end, not only will he fail to protect Wenjing, but he will also lose himself.

Chapter 43: The Second First Kiss

Back at the hotel, Zhao Yanxi got out of the car, but stopped after taking only two steps. She turned around, grabbed the car window, and stared longingly at Ding Heng in the driver's seat.

"Brother Ding Heng, are you free tomorrow?"

"how?"

"My salary will be deposited into my account tomorrow."

Zhao Yanxi's eyes were bright, and she said proudly, "This is the first time I've earned money on my own. I'm thinking of buying some gifts for my parents. Will you come with me to pick them out?"

"How much did you earn?"

"Hmm...it's only 2500 in total."

Zhao Yanxi counted on her fingers: "Jingjing plans to work until the end of the month, and she can earn 800 more than me."

"Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

"besides!"

Zhao Yanxi added, "By the way... could you take some more photos of me? As a memento before I go to university."

What style of photography do you want to shoot?

"Keep it a secret!"

Zhao Yanxi winked at him: "Anyway, see you tomorrow!"

After saying goodbye to Zhao Yanxi and returning home, Ding Heng washed up and lay back in bed. After thinking for a moment, he decided to send a message to Wen Jing.

[Ding Heng]: Your sister came to Xingcheng to see you today?

【Lucky Little Jing】: Mm-hmm. [Little rabbit nodding.jpg]

[Ding Heng]: How is everything at home?

Ding Heng guessed that things must have gotten really out of hand at Wenjing's house, and the little girl couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere, so she ran away to find her second sister.

[Good Luck Xiao Jing]: It's okay, Xiao Shu is just playful and wanted to come to Xingcheng for a stroll... Everything is fine at home.

[Ding Heng]: If anything happens, be sure to tell me or Yan hope in time. Don't keep it to yourself.

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】: Mm! [Cute little bunny.jpg]

[Ding Heng]: Good night.

[Good Luck Xiao Jing]: Good night!

After putting down his phone, Ding Heng fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Ding Heng arrived at the lobby of the Chujiang Hotel on time.

Just as he sat down in the rest area, a pair of slightly cool little hands suddenly reached out from behind and gently covered his eyes.

Guess what I'm wearing today?

Zhao Yanxi leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on Ding Heng's head, and said playfully, "I'll give you three chances. There's a prize if you guess right!"

Ding Heng thought for a moment, then guessed cooperatively, "JK?"

"wrong!"

"That... a cosplay outfit for a certain game character?"

"That's not right either!"

Ding Heng pretended to be deep in thought: "It can't be Hanfu, can it? That wouldn't be convenient in this hot weather."

"It's still not right!"

Zhao Yanxi, like a light butterfly, hopped and skipped to Ding Heng's front.

"Clang clang!"

Ding Heng looked up and smiled calmly.

Standing in front of him, Zhao Yanxi was not wearing her usual elaborate makeup or trendy clothes.

She was without makeup, her skin was clean and radiant, her eyebrows were curved, and her lips were a natural pink.

He was wearing a very ordinary blue and white domestic high school uniform, with an oversized jacket and dark blue athletic pants with white stripes on the sides.

Her long, misty purple hair was tied into a neat high ponytail, swaying gently with her movements.

Pure, beautiful, lively... full of the unique vitality of an eighteen-year-old girl.

Ding Heng chuckled: "You've already graduated, why are you still wearing your school uniform?"

Zhao Yanxi tugged at her wide sleeves and sighed with emotion.

"If I wear this again later, I won't look like a high school student... Let's wear it one last time while it still looks right and take some photos to remember it!"

After saying that, he immediately grabbed Ding Heng's arm and rushed out of the hotel: "Hurry, hurry, time is precious!"

Ding Heng took Zhao Yanxi to several well-lit and clean locations near the hotel to take "school uniform" photos of her.

Facing Ding Heng's camera, Zhao Yanxi struck various poses, some playful, some obedient, and some melancholic.

Finally, he took out a pair of black-rimmed non-prescription glasses from his bag and put them on, saying that this would make him look more like a top student.

After taking the photos, the two headed straight to the downtown commercial district.

"Brother Ding Heng, what do you think of these leather shoes? My dad's feet are a bit wide, would this style be more comfortable?"

"What about this skincare set? My mom has sensitive skin, are the ingredients gentle?"

Zhao Yanxi carefully calculated the 2500 yuan she had worked so hard to earn.

Ding Heng patiently stayed with her, only offering advice occasionally to prevent her from getting too caught up in her worries.

By evening, the gifts were finally all bought, and Ding Heng drove Zhao Yanxi, who had been busy all day, back to her hotel.