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

Do you think Xiao Shuzhen can get into a good school?

"Who knows?"

Ding Heng gently comforted her, "It's okay if she doesn't pass the exam. It's not like studying is the only way. We'll be there to support her."

"You make it sound so easy."

Wenjing pouted, her expression finally relaxing slightly.

……

Second floor, Baima's room.

The door was closed tightly.

Baima sat cross-legged on the carpet, with an opened delivery box in front of her.

A dust bag lay open to the side, and several pieces of clothing were neatly folded on the bed.

Bai Ma's interactions with Ding Heng on Jipu Island made her realize that she could be a little bolder.

So, before even returning to Xingcheng, she began shopping for all sorts of "interesting" clothes.

As her ordering style became bolder, the excellent big data matching mechanism opened a new world for her.

The bizarre and wonderful clothes made Baima start to daydream, wondering which one her brother would like.

Each piece was a style she wouldn't have given a second glance to before.

Off-the-shoulder, backless, short skirt, lace, see-through...

Bai Ma picked up the top piece and unfolded it; it was a FATE Illya cosplay school uniform, complete with a beret and a small red backpack.

She had seen reviews of the outfit online; most of the girls in the buyer photos were similar to her—petite with youthful faces.

However, most of them are high-level warriors; there are almost none as natural as her.

Pema held the clothes up in front of her and tried them on in front of the mirror to show off her figure.

Does it look good?

She didn't know that she would need to be tested by a man to find out the answer...

Baima pursed her lips, put the clothes back on the bed, and then rummaged through the express delivery box to find a small bag.

Inside was a pair of black horse oil stockings, extremely thin, 5D.

She had seen something similar in Zhao Yanxi's suitcase before, and at the time she thought it was strange, wondering if it would really look good in this.

It wasn't until one day, when she saw several damaged pairs of shoes in Ding Heng's room, that she realized these things could indeed increase a man's attack speed and strength.

Bai Ma took a deep breath, turned back to the mirror, took off her hoodie and casual pants, and changed into Ilya's cosplay school uniform.

The top fit perfectly, but the skirt was indeed very short, just barely reaching the top of her thighs.

She then untied the pair of black over-the-knee stockings and carefully put them on.

The stockings were smooth and made of a thin material. They clung to the skin and rose all the way up, finally stopping at the mid-thigh. The lace trim at the top of the stockings left a faint mark.

Baima stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself from left to right.

My heart was racing and my face was burning.

She picked up her phone, opened Ding Heng's chat window, and hesitated for a long time, her finger hovering above the screen.

Finally, she typed a line.

【White Horse is Not a Horse】: Brother, my computer seems to be broken. Can you come and take a look at it for me?

After sending the message, she threw her phone onto the bed, then pounced on it, burying her face in the pillow.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my throat.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

"Pema?"

Ding Heng's voice came from outside the door.

Baima suddenly jumped out of bed, frantically adjusting her skirt and tugging at the top of her over-the-knee socks.

She took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound normal.

"Come in."

The door opened, and Ding Heng walked in.

His gaze swept around the room first, then finally landed on the computer on the table that was not turned on.

What's wrong with the computer?

"Hmm...it won't turn on."

Pema sat on the edge of the bed, her legs together, her hands on her knees, her back straight.

She dared not look at Ding Heng; her heart was pounding like a drum.

Ding Heng walked over and pressed the power button. The screen lit up, and the desktop wallpaper was a photo of Bai Ma and him in the mall, both smiling brightly.

"Can't this be opened?"

Bai Ma bit her lower lip.

"It might have gotten stuck just now..."

She knew the excuse was lame, but she still blurted it out without thinking.

The voice grew softer and softer, and the confidence waned.

Ding Heng turned around and then he could see the clothes on Bai Ma's body.

Ilya's school uniform.

A white top, a red bow tie, and an absurdly short skirt.

Black stockings with horse oil trim, over the knee, with lace trim at the mid-thigh.

Ding Heng didn't speak, looking down at Baima from his high position, his gaze sweeping over her inch by inch, and finally revealing a slight smile.

When was it purchased?

"me……"

Bai Ma stammered, not daring to meet Ding Heng's gaze, and unable to utter a complete sentence.

So she picked up her phone and her fingers flew across the screen.

【White Horse is Not a Horse】: Is it good?

After sending the message, she finally dared to look up and meet Ding Heng's gaze.

Ding Heng glanced at his phone and then nodded.

Baima typed another line, her fingers trembling slightly.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: So, do you like it?

Ding Heng nodded again, deliberately widening his eyes in an exaggerated way, his expression serious yet somewhat comical.

Baima couldn't help but burst out laughing.

After laughing, I realized something was off...

I should be nervous, so why am I laughing at him?

She lowered her head again and continued typing.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: Brother, do I look like a bad child?

[Ding Heng]: Do you know how disobedient bad children are educated?

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: Brother, should I know?

After sending the message, Baima tossed her phone aside, braced herself with her hands on either side of her body, and tilted her head back up.

She had been tense just moments before, but now her expression held a hint of provocation.

Ding Heng remained expressionless, silently putting his phone into his pocket and reaching out to close the door.

"Click".

The door lock clicked shut softly...

Chapter 262: Siblings Make do

In the following days, Baima began to avoid Ding Heng, which gradually evolved into a subconscious instinct.

If they bump into each other in the living room, she will pause, then pretend to remember something, and turn to run upstairs.

When eating, she would choose the seat furthest away from Ding Heng, and keep her head down while eating, not daring to reach out with her chopsticks.

Not to mention actively flirting...

Ding Heng would occasionally glance at her, and she would guiltily turn her face away, her small, neat silver teeth grinding together as if she wanted to bury her head in the bowl.

Even Ding Heng's smile, which she usually found gentle and warm, now seemed hateful to her. She felt that there was some kind of unspeakable mockery hidden beneath that smile.

"What are you laughing at..."

She muttered to herself, but dared not utter a single word on her face.

Gradually, Baima felt a surge of determination, planning to find an opportunity to unleash a powerful move and regain his footing.

But what is the ultimate move?

She hasn't decided yet.

Sometimes, in the dead of night, as Baima tosses and turns under the covers, the scenes from that night involuntarily replay in her mind…

Ding Heng's rough, large hands, her embarrassing reaction, and those words that made her both ashamed and angry.

"Don't cause trouble for your brother at home anymore..."

Baima buried her face in the pillow, and kicked her two short legs in the blanket.