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

"I'm worried about my dad's situation."

Ding Heng changed his shoes and went inside, sitting down on the sofa.

Baima followed him and sat down beside him, crossing her short legs.

"Didn't you say you didn't want to interfere in your uncle's life?"

That's what they say.

Ding Heng said wistfully, "But the thought of actually having to collect his body one day is also quite painful."

Baima frowned in thought, then suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Brother, shall we think of a way?"

"any solution?"

"Let my mom and your dad..."

"Alright, alright."

Ding Heng raised his hand to interrupt her, both amused and exasperated: "Let's just forget about it. Don't interfere in their affairs."

Baima pursed her lips, said "Oh," and didn't insist any further.

"What do you want with me?"

Ding Heng then turned to the main matter.

Baima quickly sat up straight and pointed to the second floor: "The computer is broken."

Ding Heng blinked: "The computer broke again?"

This is really bad!

Bai Ma said seriously, "The computer blue screens as soon as I turn it on, and I can't get into the system no matter what I do. I've tried so many times and it still doesn't work. It's one of those blue screens with white text and a bunch of English text that I can't understand."

Ding Heng sighed: "Then go find a computer repairman. Do you really think I'm a computer expert?"

Baima said matter-of-factly, "I don't want other men in my room."

"Go, go, go."

Ding Heng stood up and walked towards the stairs.

Pema followed behind, asking curiously, "Brother, where are you going?"

"Take your computer to get it repaired."

Ding Heng didn't turn his head, his tone helpless.

Baima quickly jogged a few steps, overtook Ding Heng, and stopped him.

"Brother, please sit down. I'll go get it myself."

"What, can't I even come into your room?"

"Well... in short, not today."

After saying that, Baima ran upstairs, carried the computer out of the room, and ran back downstairs, panting heavily.

The two went out, got into the car, and arrived at a nearby computer repair shop.

The store was small and dimly lit, with walls covered with motherboards and graphics cards of various models.

The boss was a man in his early thirties, who was squatting on the ground disassembling a computer case.

Seeing someone come in, he stood up, dusted off his hands, and looked at the main unit in Baima's arms.

"Computer repair?"

"Yes, blue screen on startup."

Ding Heng placed the main unit on the counter.

The boss took it and started removing the side panel. The screwdriver spun rapidly in his hand, and in a few minutes he opened the case and scanned the inside.

"Dude, your setup is pretty good."

The shop owner clicked his tongue twice, his tone envious: "They're not easy to buy now."

"Damn it."

Ding Heng pointed to Baima.

Only then did the shop owner notice a short figure by the counter.

He exclaimed in surprise, "Your sister was using such a good computer in junior high?"

Baima stood on tiptoe, slapped her hands on the counter, and her little face turned bright red.

"I'm a freshman!!!"

"Sorry sorry."

The boss quickly waved his hand, chuckled awkwardly, and turned back to continue checking the computer.

Baima withdrew her hand, stood aside angrily, her cheeks puffed out.

Every time she goes out, people treat her like a child.

Middle school student? Elementary school student?

She's used to hearing it.

But in the last two months, that feeling of unease has been even stronger than usual, and I feel really suffocated.

She even began to wonder... was it because of her body type that Ding Heng wasn't interested in her?

Once random, chaotic thoughts pop up, they become impossible to suppress.

After checking the computer, the boss put the side panel back on and tightened the screws.

"There's a problem with the motherboard; it needs to be repaired here. You can pick it up tomorrow."

"Row."

Ding Heng nodded and turned to walk out.

Pema followed behind, looking sullen.

The two got into the car, and Ding Heng glanced at her sideways.

What's gotten into you this time?

"No."

Baima turned her face away and stared out the window.

Ding Heng laughed out loud: "Still saying no? Your lips are practically pouting to the heavens."

Baima pursed her lips and couldn't help but speak.

"Brother."

"Ah."

"How long do you think it will take for me to look more mature?"

"Mature?"

Ding Heng glanced at her, then turned back to look at the road: "You're doing quite well, quite mature."

"Good?"

Bai Ma asked in bewilderment, "What's so good about it?"

"Anywhere is fine."

Ding Heng's tone was serious, not like he was just being perfunctory.

Baima scratched her head: "Really that good?"

"That's really good."

"What's so good about it?"

"They're so soft and small, it's easy to pick them up..."

"Stop, stop, stop."

Baima quickly stopped Ding Heng, fearing he might say something inappropriate again, and couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

"Perverted brother... You make it sound nice, but you don't want to be held."

Ding Heng didn't reply, but reached out and patted Bai Ma's head.

Baima turned her head and pouted.

I really don't know what the prince is thinking.

Lately, I've been teasing her more and more, but I always stop short of it.

Forget it...

Just make do, what else can we do but divorce?

Chapter 263: Recognizing One's Own Identity

The next day, Baima said she had something to do, so Ding Heng had to come and pick up the computer alone.

The repair shop owner was squatting at the door smoking. When he saw Ding Heng approach, he quickly put out his cigarette, stood up, and patted his pants.

"All right?"

"OK OK."

The boss turned and walked inside, picked up the computer from the workbench, and casually plugged in the power supply and monitor.

"Give it a try."

The screen lights up, the familiar Windows logo appears, and then you enter the desktop. The wallpaper is still a photo of Bai Ma and Ding Heng in the arcade, the two of them in an intimate pose.

Ding Heng opened a few software programs and tried them out; they ran smoothly without any lag.

The boss suddenly asked curiously, "Brother, was that really your sister yesterday?"