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

What I mean is, you need to figure out your place first.

Wen Shu concluded, "You're his sister, so just be a good sister first. Don't always think about overstepping boundaries; doing so will only make things awkward. What's meant to be yours will come to you, and what's not meant to be yours, you can't force."

It was as if Baima had received a sudden enlightenment.

"Xiao Shu".

"Ok?"

"When did you become so knowledgeable?"

"It's alright..."

Baima suddenly lunged forward and grabbed Wenshu's neck.

"mua!"

She gave Wenshu a loud, crisp kiss on the cheek.

"Wen Shu, you are truly a master of humanity!"

Wen Shu was almost out of breath from being choked by Bai Ma, and frantically tried to pry Bai Ma's arm off.

"W-what are you doing... Let go, let go..."

Baima laughed and let go of his hand, jumped off the sofa, grabbed her bag, and ran towards the door.

"I'm leaving!"

"Eh..."

Wen Shu rubbed her neck, and before she could say anything more, Bai Ma had already changed her shoes.

"Bye-Bye!"

The door slammed shut, and the sound of the little boy's short legs clattered away into the distance.

Chapter 264: Being a Good Sister (Part 1)

After Qingming Festival, life moves on gently in the spring sunshine.

Hua Qing's life in the capital continued as usual. She rehearsed, attended classes, occasionally had a meal with Fan Chenxi, and sent Ding Heng her weekly private vlog on time.

Lin Man began preparing for graduation. Thesis proposal, defense materials, internship report... a whole host of things piled up on her, forcing her to put aside her thoughts and obediently immerse herself in her study, typing away at the keyboard.

Zhao Yanxi, on the other hand, continued her carefree and irresponsible lifestyle. She would attend class on time, copy homework, and take exams half-heartedly. Ding Heng had spoken to her about it several times, and while she verbally agreed, she would immediately go back to doing whatever she wanted.

Wenjing devoted herself to helping Wenshu prepare for the college entrance examination. The little rabbit was even more concerned about the exam than she was taking it herself, running to the villa every few days to watch her sister do her homework, cook soup and bring her meals, treating her even better than her own mother.

So recently, the person who has been in the most contact with Ding Heng is actually his "younger sister" Baima.

Whether it was because Wen Shu enlightened her and made her see things clearly, or for some other reason, Bai Ma seemed much more normal.

She no longer deliberately avoided Ding Heng, nor did she blush or feel her heart race and suffer internally at the slightest provocation.

The only thing that's not right is that I've started spending large sums of money again.

"Brother, my allowance is running low!"

"Brother, do you think this dress is pretty?"

"Brother, this keyboard is brand new, the RGB lighting effects are so cool."

"Brother, I want to get a new monitor, a 27-inch high refresh rate one..."

Shopping links kept popping up on Ding Heng's phone, accompanied by all sorts of sweet and coquettish voice messages.

Baima tries her best to play the role of the "little sister" she imagines herself to be: obedient, clingy, and occasionally throwing a little tantrum, striking the perfect balance.

Ding Heng accepted all comers, buying whatever was offered and paying whatever was required.

Bai Ma accepted the gift with a clear conscience, increasingly convinced that Wen Shu was right... There were rewards for being a good younger sister, so she would be a good younger sister.

In short... it's pretty good.

-

On Saturday night, Liu Chiwang's birthday dinner was held at a roadside food stall in the south of the city.

Although it's called a street food stall, the store is actually quite large and always bustling with people.

When Ding Heng arrived, the private room was already full.

The round table wasn't big, but it was crammed together with a dozen or so people.

Liu Chiwang sat in the main seat, surrounded by several student council members who were pouring him drinks. His face was flushed, and his voice was louder than usual.

"Come on, Old Ding! Sit here!"

Liu Chiwang grabbed Ding Heng's arm and pulled him to his side, then grabbed a bottle of beer, pried it open with a "bang," and shoved it in front of him.

"You should drink more today, you didn't get together with us much last semester."

Ding Heng took the bottle without refusing and took a big gulp.

The cold beer dispelled the early summer heat, and Ding Heng returned to his student identity, eating, drinking, and chatting freely with everyone.

He recognized most of the people at the table: several familiar student council officers and leaders of several clubs.

Liu Chiwang is indeed skilled at interpersonal relationships. He has built a wide network of connections since his freshman year of college.

The group chatted about school, internships, and employment, discussing who had recently received which job offer. Some boasted, while others complained... After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere became increasingly lively.

Ding Heng drank quite a bit with him, switching back and forth between beer and liquor. If it weren't for the pair of strong kidneys given to him by the system, he might not have been able to keep up.

Seeing that it was almost time, he took out his phone and sent a message to Lin Man.

[Ding Heng]: He came to pick me up, but he drank too much.

After sending the message, he took two more sips of wine, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes to rest.

After some time, a hand landed on his shoulder.

"Old Ding."

Liu Chiwang's voice came from beside my ear, his breath reeking of alcohol.

Ding Heng opened his eyes and turned his head to look at him.

Liu Chiwang's face was flushed, and he was in a drunken stupor.

"I have something to tell you."

"Ah."

"I'll be a junior next year... I want to try my luck."

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "What are we arguing about?"

Liu Chiwang didn't answer directly, but picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip.

"You know, our major... to put it nicely, it's called journalism and communication; to put it bluntly... tsk."

He shook his head, a self-deprecating smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“My family doesn’t have any connections, unlike you, who has the ability to make things happen on your own. I’m thinking I have to find a way for myself.”

Ding Heng didn't respond, waiting for him to continue.

"I've been working in the student union for over a year, and I've pretty much figured it out. Next year is the election, and I'd like to try and see if I can move up a rank."

He paused, then added in an even lower voice.

“Some teachers in the Youth League Committee think highly of me.”

"Okay."

Ding Heng picked up his wine glass and clinked it against his.

"If you need any help, just let me know."

"Of course."

Liu Chiwang grinned and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"I won't stand on ceremony with you."

After a few more drinks, Liu Chiwang opened up completely, talking about everything from student council plans to post-graduation plans, and even further into the future.

His words conveyed the same message: he wanted to climb higher and stand at a higher level.

Ding Heng listened quietly, occasionally offering a few words of response.

He could sense that the usually carefree and straightforward Northeastern man was actually quite meticulous.

He knows what he wants and he knows how to do it.

It was almost 1 a.m. when the dinner party ended.

The drunkards were shoved into taxis, staggering about, while those who weren't sober tried to hail a cab on the roadside. A headcount was taken.

Liu Chiwang was carried out by two people, his steps unsteady, and he kept muttering "Let's get together again next time".

As he passed by Ding Heng, he broke free from the hands of the people next to him and grabbed Ding Heng's shoulder.

"Old Ding."

"Ah."

"thank you."

"Let's go back and get some rest."

Ding Heng helped Liu Chiwang into a taxi, the door closed, and the taillights gradually disappeared into the night.

As the street quieted down, Ding Heng took out his phone to ask Lin Man where she was when a silver-gray Porsche turned into the alley and came to a smooth stop in front of him.

The car window rolled down.

Baima poked half her head out from the driver's seat and smiled at him, tilting her head.

"Brother, get in the car!"

"Why is it you? Where is Lin Man?"

"Sister Man is flying to Hong Kong unexpectedly."