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

Wen Shu took another sip of the fruit wine when she suddenly heard someone calling her.

"Wen Shu."

Wen Shu turned around and saw Zhou Ke, her classmate.

A tall, thin boy wearing silver-rimmed glasses, speaking softly.

Although he was fairly handsome, he wasn't very noticeable in class.

"Is something wrong?"

"that……"

Zhou Ke held a small gift box in her hand, which was exquisitely packaged.

He handed the gift box to Wen Shu, his fingers trembling.

Happy graduation!

Wen Shu glanced down at the gift box, then looked up at Zhou Ke.

She's not someone who hasn't experienced this before.

In the latter half of high school, not many boys confessed their feelings to her, but there were always one or two every now and then.

She refused them all, and her reason was simple... she didn't want to be in a relationship, and Wenjing would never allow her to be in a relationship.

But today, looking at Zhou Ke's flushed face, she suddenly felt a little soft-hearted.

It's not because I like it, but because it reminds me of my past.

At that time, she was living in an old house in Zhuzhou, sharing a room with her sister, with no hope for the future.

If someone were willing to confess their feelings to her back then...

Wen Shu sighed softly.

"Thank you."

Zhou Ke's eyes lit up.

"However... I'm sorry."

Wen Shu politely declined, saying, "I can't accept this. Happy graduation, and we'll still be classmates."

Zhou Ke's face fell, he nodded, and turned back to his seat.

The girl next to her leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Wen Shu, did Zhou Ke confess his feelings to you?"

"That's it."

"So you didn't agree?"

Why should you agree?

Wen Shu picked up her water glass and said in a flat tone, "We don't even know where we'll be in college yet, so what's the point of talking about a long-distance relationship?"

For some reason, whenever a boy confesses his feelings to her, she subconsciously compares him to Ding Heng.

It's not that she has any dirty thoughts, but as of now, her brother-in-law is the best man Wenshu has ever met.

The girl clicked her tongue twice and didn't ask any further questions.

As the dinner party drew to a close, the homeroom teacher and several subject teachers were surrounded by students offering them toasts, and their faces were flushed with alcohol.

Someone suggested continuing the conversation in a private karaoke room upstairs, and the suggestion was immediately met with enthusiastic support.

Wen Shu didn't want to go, but she couldn't resist the persistent pleading of several girls, so she had no choice but to join the group.

The KTV rooms are very large; even dozens of people can squeeze in without feeling cramped.

The lights were dimmed, the music was deafening, and the atmosphere became even more lively.

Someone grabbed the microphone and sang, completely off-key, but no one cared and joined in the cheering and clapping.

Some people, holding wine glasses, weaved through the crowd, saying things they wouldn't normally dare to say, fueled by alcohol.

Wen Shu stopped drinking alcohol, held a glass of orange juice, and listlessly scrolled through her phone.

A message from Ding Heng popped up on the screen.

[Ding Heng]: Is it over yet?

[Wen Shu]: Not yet, the classmates said we'll sing for a while longer.

[Ding Heng]: Until what time?

[Wen Shu]: I don't know, but everyone seems to be in a lot of excitement.

[Wen Shu]: Brother-in-law, aren't you coming to pick me up? [Cat peeking out.jpg]

[Ding Heng]: Okay, send me your location.

Wen Shu sent the location and put her phone away.

Another hour passed, and the clock struck eleven.

The atmosphere in the private room had completely relaxed.

Many boys and girls began to huddle in the corners and whisper to each other. Some people were already drunk and passed out on the table, while others stood on the coffee table, raised the microphone, and sang a love song off-key.

But Wen Shu started to feel a little bored.

Just as she was wondering whether she should leave early, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.

Ding Heng stood at the door.

He was dressed casually, in a black short-sleeved shirt, dark gray casual pants, and canvas shoes.

It was no different from any other day, but Chujiang Hotel was, after all, his territory. His tall figure exuded an invisible but powerful aura, instantly silencing the private room.

All eyes turned to that direction.

Wen Shu stood up from the sofa and waved to Ding Heng: "Brother-in-law, over here!"

Ding Heng walked over: "Let's go."

"Ah."

Wen Shu picked up her bag and said a brief goodbye to a few girls she was close to.

As he passed by Zhou Ke, he nodded to her, but still received no response.

The two walked out of the private room one after the other, with Ding Heng leading by half a body length, his pace neither hurried nor slow.

Wen Shu suddenly quickened her pace to catch up with Ding Heng and looked up at him.

"Brother-in-law."

"Ah."

Why didn't my sister come?

"She's asleep. She hasn't been sleeping well these past few days while you were taking exams."

"Hey... my sister just loves to worry unnecessarily."

"There's nothing we can do; her expectations of you are just too high."

The two walked through the corridor and arrived at the elevator.

The elevator doors opened, and a man in a suit stepped out. He paused when he saw Ding Heng, and a smile spread across his face.

“Mr. Ding, why didn’t you let me know you were coming? I could have had someone make arrangements…”

"No need, I'll just pick someone up and leave."

Ding Heng spoke calmly, offering no further explanation.

The man nodded tactfully and stepped aside.

The elevator doors closed, and the numbers jumped down one by one.

Wen Shu leaned against the elevator wall.

"Brother-in-law, who is that?"

"Hotel manager."

"You seem to have a lot of influence."

"good."

"Will I be able to benefit from this in the future?"

"It's not like you haven't tried it before."

Wen Shu chuckled twice and didn't reply.

The elevator stopped on the first floor. The two people walked through the lobby.

After getting into the car, Wen Shu fastened her seatbelt. Her cheeks were still flushed from drinking, and her eyes were bright.

Ding Heng started the car and drove out of the hotel.

"Did a boy just confess his feelings to you?"

"how do you know?"

"That's what the hotel staff told me."

"Eh...tsk tsk tsk."

Wen Shu was quite surprised, but not too surprised.

In her memory, Chujiang Hotel seemed to be one of her brother-in-law's businesses.

"Brother-in-law, why are you being so gossipy today?"

"Just asking casually."

Ding Heng continued, "Did you refuse?"

"Yes, I don't want to be in a long-distance relationship."

"Alright."

Neither of them spoke, and the carriage fell silent.