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

Ding Heng paused, turning his head to look at her.

"It's nothing, it's nothing!"

Baima quickly waved her hand, a fawning smile plastered on her face: "I said, brother, you're the best to me."

"Humph."

Ding Heng withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward.

"How badly is your roommate injured?"

"It's alright, just a superficial injury. She has long hair, and a small clump was pulled out. Her scalp is a little red, but it's nothing serious."

Baima said casually, "Women are just like that, pulling hair and fighting, how much damage can they do?"

"When someone stands up for you, no matter what their purpose is, you have to show some respect."

Ding Heng stopped the car and said, "Take some time to go to the hospital to see her. Thank those who need to be thanked and help those who need help. Make sure she pays all the medical and nutritional expenses. But if Sun Yao makes any requests, don't agree to them right away. Leave some room for maneuver and ask me or Lin Man later."

"clear."

Bai Ma nodded obediently.

"in addition."

Ding Heng opened the car door: "Be more assertive. Don't always be timid and hesitant, always needing others to stand up for you."

Bai Ma obediently replied "Oh" again, turned her head and headed towards the teaching building, when a hand reached out from behind and grabbed the hood of her sweatshirt.

She was pulled back half a step and turned around.

"Is there anything else, brother? I have to go to class."

"You don't need to go anymore. Your counselor has approved your leave until National Day so I can go back and give you a good talking-to!"

Bai Ma's eyes lit up instantly.

"real or fake?!"

Why would I lie to you?

"Long live the old man!"

Baima cheered and plunged into the passenger seat, nearly crashing into the center console.

She hurriedly fastened her seatbelt, and her listlessness vanished instantly.

"Brother, where are we going now?"

"Attend class."

"Aren't we not supposed to have classes?"

"Even if you don't attend class, I still have to!"

"Huh?"

Baima's smile crumbled: "Aren't you coming with me?"

"When did I say I wanted to spend time with you?"

Ding Heng waved his hand: "Go drive your Porsche! Get lost..."

Baima reluctantly unbuckled her seatbelt, turned around sullenly, and got into her Porsche.

She reclined the driver's seat, propped her short legs up on the steering wheel, and stared blankly into space.

There are still several days until National Day.

What can it do?

She picked up her phone, swiped the screen, scrolled through her contacts, and finally locked onto a particular name.

Wen Shu.

She pressed the dial button.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

After a few rings, the other end answered.

"Hey?"

Wen Shu sounded confused, probably because she hadn't expected Bai Ma to call in broad daylight.

Baima asked in a deliberately casual tone, "Xiao Shu, what are you doing?"

"Just finished class and am heading to the cafeteria."

Wen Shu asked warily, "What do you want to do?"

"I'll come and seek refuge with you."

"Huh!?"

"Hey what? Give me an answer."

"Are you serious?"

Why would I joke with you like that?

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"alright."

Wen Shu sighed: "When will you arrive?"

"tomorrow."

"..."

Wen Shu didn't say anything more, probably because she had given up struggling.

The next day, in the capital.

The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was high and the clouds were light.

Bai Ma checked into a hotel near Peking University by swiping her card. She had just finished unpacking her luggage and lay down when the doorbell rang.

She quickly jumped out of bed and ran to open the door.

The door opened, and Wenshu handed over a cup of milk tea.

"Here you go, less ice, 30% sugar, and oat milk."

"Hehe...come in, come in."

Pema welcomed the people into the house and closed the door.

Wen Shu found a sofa, sat down, and crossed her legs.

"Why did you come all this way to see me?"

"Just bored."

Baima sat down on the bed, cross-legged: "I'm here to keep you entertained."

"You may be bored, but if you want to relieve your boredom, you still have my sister and Yanxi in Xingcheng. What can you do by coming to me? Are we just going to stare at each other? I have class tomorrow."

"Then take me to class with you."

"It is possible."

Wen Shu teased, "Do you even understand?"

Baima chuckled: "Just joining in the fun."

Wen Shu waved her hand, too lazy to argue with her.

"Alright, alright, tell me, what's wrong?"

"fine……"

Are you having another argument with yourself?

Bai Ma's smile froze, and she buried her head to take a deep sip of milk tea.

Wen Shutai understands Baima.

Flying all this way, boredom is one reason.

More importantly, she wanted to talk to someone, but not someone she could talk to Wenjing or Zhao Yanxi.

Baima remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

"Because of my brother-in-law?"

Wen Shu hit the nail on the head.

Baima frankly admitted, "I feel like the prince has been acting hot and cold towards me lately."

"nonsense."

Wen Shu rolled her eyes: "With so many women around him, he can't possibly be revolving around you every day. Just be a good sister to him, right?"

"But I don't want to be a younger sister."

Baima blurted it out, then froze for a moment before lowering her head to drink her milk tea again, trying to hide her emotions.

Wen Shu didn't react much, shrugging her shoulders to indicate that she couldn't help: "Then there's nothing I can do."

Baima persisted: "Xiaoshu, you're smart, help me think of a solution."

What are you thinking about?

"that is……"

Baima tentatively asked, "If you were in my shoes, how would you begin?"

"I……"

Wen Shu was stumped by the question.

My fingers tapped lightly on my knees unconsciously, and my brain started racing.

In fact, she didn't really think that Ding Heng treated Baima as a younger sister in the traditional sense.

The two are not related by blood, have no legal relationship, and their interactions have long exceeded the scope of normal siblings.