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

Lin Man's voice was muffled and sticky, and her long hair tickled Ding Heng's chest.

"It's getting late."

Ding Heng looked down at her: "We still have to send Bai Ma."

Lin Man barely opened her eyes a crack, her gaze slowly focusing, before she slowly let go of her hand.

"The boss is biased."

She said resentfully, "They pick up and drop off my sister every day, but they don't care about me at all."

"Didn't I feed you enough last night?"

Ding Heng threw off the covers and got out of bed to stretch his muscles a little.

"Isn't that enough..."

Lin Man propped herself up, her nightgown neckline loose, revealing a large expanse of her cleavage.

She stretched out her hands to Ding Heng, like a child asking for a hug.

Ding Heng walked over, leaned down, and briefly touched her lips before pulling away.

"Okay?"

"Barely passing."

Lin Man lay back down contentedly, buried her face in the pillow again, mumbled "Boss, drive carefully" indistinctly, and went back to sleep.

Ding Heng shook his head, turned around, and walked into the bathroom.

After washing up and going downstairs, the living room was already bustling with activity.

Wenjing had already prepared breakfast. Baima and Wenshu were watching gossip videos together, while Huaqing was helping Zhao Yanxi practice her flexibility in the dance studio.

The atmosphere was peaceful...

Ding Heng walked to the dining table and sat down: "What are you looking at?"

Baima didn't even look up: "A stupid blogger, criticizing summer movies, how hilarious."

Wen Shuchong smiled sweetly at Ding Heng: "Good morning, brother-in-law."

"morning."

Ding Heng picked up a spoon, scooped up a mouthful of porridge, and asked, "Until what day do you finish working?"

Wen Shu replied, "Around the 20th? I'll work for another ten days or so, then I need to pack up and prepare to go to school to register."

Baima immediately chimed in, "Xiaoshu, I'll take you! I've never even seen what Peking University looks like."

The two girls then discussed their travel plans until breakfast was over.

The three went downstairs, got into the car, and arrived at the McDonald's where they worked.

"Goodbye, brother."

"Goodbye, brother-in-law!"

The two girls got out of the car to say goodbye, and Ding Heng waved back. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few people squatting on the side of the shop door.

The boy in the lead had blond hair and wore a flashy trendy t-shirt. He was squatting on the steps smoking, glancing around every now and then, as if waiting for someone.

Just as Baima and Wenshu reached the shop entrance, Huangmao's eyes lit up, and he quickly stood up from the steps.

He stubbed out his cigarette, took two steps forward, then stopped and glanced back at his companions, as if trying to bolster his courage.

"Wen Shu!"

He shouted, and his voice was quite loud.

Wen Shu paused, turned around, and recognized the other person.

"Zhu Ang... what are you doing here?"

"that……"

The blond-haired man scratched his head, took a step forward and then stopped: "We... came to Xingcheng for fun, and just happened to be passing by. We didn't expect to run into you."

"Just passing by?"

Wen Shu's eyes held a subtle expression.

Baima tugged at Wen Shu's sleeve: "Xiao Shu, do you know her?"

“My former classmates from vocational high school.”

Wen Shu turned her head and replied in a very low voice, "You go in first..."

"Oh."

Bai Ma scratched his head and walked into the store first.

Ding Heng, who was in the car, became even more wary and quickly got out and went over.

He was tall and broad-shouldered, and his presence was imposing. Several young people unconsciously took a half step back.

Ding Heng looked down at Wen Shu: "Your friend?"

Wen Shu looked up: "Um... I ran into a classmate from vocational high school."

"happen?"

Ding Heng sneered.

The way they were staking out the spot didn't seem like a coincidence.

Huang Mao was so frightened by Ding Heng that he felt very uncomfortable, but he still gritted his teeth and took half a step forward.

"Well... we really don't have anything else to say. We just heard that Wenshu got into Peking University, so we came to congratulate her. We were classmates after all, right?"

Thank you.

Wen Shu asked politely but distantly, "Is there anything else?"

"No, it's all gone!"

The blond-haired man waved his hands repeatedly, then suddenly turned around and reached out to the people behind him.

"Give money! Give money!"

The other boys reluctantly took out red bills from their pockets and slapped them into the blond-haired boy's hand.

Yellow Hair muttered smugly, "See? I wasn't bragging, but you wouldn't believe me..."

Their purpose in coming to find Wen Shu was simple: Huang Mao made a bet with the others, saying that there was someone in his class who had been admitted to Peking University. The others said he was bragging, and each of them bet 100.

Wen Shu stared blankly at the scene before her, finding it both ridiculous and laughable.

Huang Mao was indeed her classmate in vocational high school. Because she was lively and popular in class, the two of them had talked quite a bit.

In retrospect, the extent of this group's boredom and stupidity is truly unimaginable.

For such a small matter, they even made a special trip to Changsha.

Wen Shu was both angry and amused, and turned to walk into the store.

I wondered why I should bother with them...

"Eh...!"

Huang Mao saw Wen Shu enter the store and wanted to say something, but she had already disappeared behind the glass door.

Some people joked, "I knew it! They're from Peking University now, they wouldn't even remember you."

The blond-haired man's expression darkened: "Shut up, you haven't given me my money yet."

"Why should I give it to her? Just because you say she's from Peking University doesn't mean she's from Peking University."

The man reached out to pat the blond-haired man on the shoulder, but the blond-haired man, who was already simmering with anger, shoved him away.

Who are you pushing?!

"What's wrong with pushing me?"

The two started shoving each other for no apparent reason, neither willing to give in, and their voices grew louder and louder, threatening to come to blows.

"What are you doing!"

A low growl startled everyone, who all turned to look at Ding Heng.

His cold expression and overwhelming aura terrified the group, who turned tail and ran.

Huang Mao also wanted to run, but he was a step too slow. Just as he took a step, Ding Heng's voice drifted over.

"Wait a minute."

The blond-haired man stood rooted to the spot.

He turned around, his smile looking more like a grimace than a cry.

"Brother... is there something else?"

Ding Heng didn't answer, and turned to walk towards the car.

"boarding."

The blond-haired man stood frozen in place, staring at the black Mercedes, his throat tightening.

"Brother, I..."

"come over!"

"Oh……"

Yellow Hair gritted his teeth and followed.

Once seated in the back, the blond-haired man, probably trying to ease the awkwardness, took the initiative to start a conversation.

"Dude, your Mercedes is pretty good. The interior must have cost a lot more."

Ding Heng glanced at him through the rearview mirror.

The blond-haired man immediately shut up, withdrew his hands, and placed them properly on his knees.

After a few seconds of silence, Ding Heng spoke up: "I have a question for you."

Yellow Hair swallowed hard. "You tell me."