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

As the car turned a corner, Wen Shu suddenly spoke.

"Brother-in-law."

"Ah."

"Don't you think... my grades have improved a little too quickly?"

"Yes, a little."

Ding Heng chuckled lightly: "Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"Before the college entrance examination, my homeroom teacher talked to me and said that my progress was the fastest she had ever seen in her 20 years of teaching. The teachers of all subjects also found it incredible and said that it was as if I had suddenly become enlightened."

Wen Shu sighed meaningfully, "Brother-in-law, do you think... I might have accidentally taken some kind of smart drug?"

Ding Heng's mind stirred slightly, but his expression remained unchanged.

Wen Shu's mind was far more sharp than the dull and quiet Wen Jing's...

“I still feel a little unreal. Back in Zhuzhou, my grades were just average, slightly above average, not particularly good. After transferring here, I struggled to keep up at first. But then… suddenly things started to change.”

Ding Heng smiled and said, "Don't overthink it. It's all the result of your own hard work."

Wen Shu blinked and turned her head to look at him.

"Really?"

"Otherwise what? You think I drugged you?"

"No, not at all. Brother-in-law, if you really wanted to drug me, why not drug me to make me prettier?"

"Don't worry, you're pretty enough now, and you'll be even prettier in college, just like your sister."

"Well……"

Wen Shu felt a little embarrassed by the praise.

The car stopped at the red light.

"Brother-in-law, don't you think my sister is so lucky?"

Why are you suddenly bringing this up?

"It's nothing, I just feel... her life was pretty worthwhile."

The green light came on, and the car started moving again.

Wen Shu closed her eyes.

Many images flashed through my mind.

In the old house in Zhuzhou, there was that hard wooden bed where I slept with my sister during the winter.

In the dormitory of Xingcheng Private School, she would hide under the covers to memorize vocabulary after lights out.

And then there's the joy my sister couldn't contain on the phone after each mock exam.

Wen Shu didn't know what her future held, but one thing she was very clear about.

I must never become a burden to my sister again...

Chapter 271: Is Hua Qing about to become famous?

With the summer vacation approaching, Ding Heng arranged for the girls to go to a cool place to escape the heat and relax.

Hua Qing was the only one left in the capital.

It's not that I don't want to leave, it's that I can't leave.

The National Centre for the Performing Arts' summer performance season reaches its climax in July.

A supporting actress in a dance drama accidentally strained her Achilles tendon during a rehearsal and needed to rest for at least a month. The production team searched high and low and finally found Hua Qing.

Although he's a supporting character, his role is actually quite significant.

There are two solo dance segments, and he also leads a group dance segment. He will be on stage for nearly forty minutes throughout the entire performance.

So throughout July, Hua Qing's life became a monotonous routine between two points.

Apartment – ​​Grand Theater – Apartment.

They perform at least once a week, sometimes twice.

Rehearsals, stage rehearsals, dress rehearsals, and formal performances—the cycle repeats endlessly, monotonously and tediously.

……

The evening performance ended on the last Saturday of July.

Hua Qing changed into casual clothes and left the side passage. Her thoughts were still immersed in the role. Her steps were a beat slower than usual, and her mind was still reviewing the power points of her solo dance.

A small group of people had already gathered at the entrance, mostly fans waiting for the main character.

The chief executive, who was in his early thirties and at the peak of his career, was currently surrounded by more than a dozen people, busy signing autographs and taking photos.

Hua Qing intended to lower her head and walk quickly over, as she wasn't very good at handling these kinds of situations.

Besides, nobody cares about supporting roles.

"Hua Qing! Is that Hua Qing?"

Someone suddenly called out to her.

Hua Qing turned her head.

A girl in her early twenties waved at her and said, "Hua Qing! It really is you!"

Hua Qing stood there dumbfounded, her brain not yet fully switched back to "reality mode".

"I'm also a dance student, taking the arts entrance exam this year."

The girl handed over a photo and a marker: "Could you sign this for me? I've been following you for a long time, and I really love your dance style."

Hua Qing took it; it was a program photo, containing pictures from her last performance.

The photographer's lens captured the moment she turned her head to the side, and she looked even more imposing than the main character.

"Oh well!"

Hua Qing signed her name and handed the photo back.

She responded earnestly, but felt strange inside, as if signing autographs for so-called "fans" was an awkward thing to do.

The girl took the photo back and smiled encouragingly, "Hua Qing, you'll definitely become the top student! I bet you!"

Hua Qing looked embarrassed and politely replied, "Thank you, I will try my best."

The girl left satisfied, and Hua Qing was about to continue walking out when someone handed her another photo.

"Could you please sign one for me too?"

"Oh……"

Hua Qing took the photo, her expression freezing.

These are private photos of her practicing dance at home.

The lighting composition is natural, as if someone secretly pressed the shutter on an ordinary afternoon.

Hua Qing looked up and saw that the man's hair was much shorter than when they last met, making him look neat and tidy.

She asked, feigning composure, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

Ding Heng jokingly replied, "I bought the tickets at the last minute to see Future Chief's performance!"

"Could you please be more discreet? I'm not the chief!"

Hua Qing gently pushed him away: "Go back first, there are too many people and too many eyes here."

How does the chief treat patients differently?

Ding Heng continued to joke, "Not giving autographs to male fans?"

"Don't talk nonsense..."

"Give."

Ding Heng then took out a rose from behind his back, which looked like it was bought from a roadside stall, with some dirt still remaining on the petals.

Hua Qing glanced down at the plain, almost shabby rose, then looked up at Ding Heng.

"Just one flower?"

He expressed his disdain verbally, but he couldn't help but smile.

Ding Heng scratched his cheek: "I came in a hurry and didn't prepare properly."

Hua Qing gave a soft hum, took the flower in her hand, and lowered her head to sniff it.

The petals are soft and have a warm, smooth feel.

"I have a debriefing meeting later, which may take an hour."

Hua Qing carefully inserted the flowers into the canvas bag, afraid they would get crushed.

Ding Heng: "Then I'll go back to the car and wait for you."

"Oh……"

Hua Qing turned around and took two steps, then stopped and looked back, uncapped the pen, and signed her name on the back of the photo.

"promise."

Ding Heng took it and saw that Hua Qing had drawn a big heart with their names inside.

The handwriting is neat and clear, each stroke precise and deliberate.

When Ding Heng looked up again, the fairy had already turned around and walked away quickly, looking shy and bashful.

……

The debriefing session will be held in the small conference room on the third floor of the theater.

When Hua Qing arrived, most of the actors had already arrived.

The meeting room was small, with people sitting on both sides of the long table, their faces still bearing traces of stage makeup.