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

Chapter 284: On the Eve of the Holiday

On the day of the National Day holiday, Wen Shu dragged her suitcase out of Xingcheng Airport and took a taxi back to her duplex apartment by the Xiangjiang River.

The summer heat hasn't completely subsided yet; autumn always arrives a little later in the south.

Baima moved to a duplex, leaving the villa vacant. Jiang Jie also resigned at the same time, so it was naturally inconvenient for Wen Shu to move back in.

It's a little sad to think about it, after all, I've lived here for almost two years.

As for the duplex, she had stayed there before. She had eaten there a few times during the summer vacation and sometimes stayed overnight when she stayed out too late.

But now it feels different.

She walked to the door, entered the password, and pushed the door open.

The living room was empty. Black Bean suddenly appeared from some corner, rubbed against her feet, and then ran away quickly.

Wen Shu changed her shoes, picked up her suitcase, and went up to the second floor.

Pema's room was at the end of the corridor, and the door was open.

Wen Shu peeked inside and saw Bai Ma sitting cross-legged in a gaming chair, her fingers flying across the keyboard, completely absorbed in the screen.

"came back?"

Baima didn't turn around; the mouse cursor moved swiftly across the screen.

"Ah."

Wen Shu dragged her suitcase inside and leaned it against the wall.

Because there aren't enough rooms, she currently has to share a room with Baima.

The room wasn't actually small, but Baima had too much stuff—gaming chairs, peripherals, and various figurine boxes—taking up most of the space.

Wen Shu didn't exchange many pleasantries and opened her suitcase to take out clothes.

Baima finally finished the game and turned around, saying, "What's wrong? You look so down."

"nothing."

Wen Shu joked, "I just feel...frustrated."

"What's there to feel aggrieved about?"

“I’ve shared a room with my sister since I was little, for over ten years. She finally moved out, and now I’m sharing with you.”

"Hey!"

Baima retorted, "What's wrong with squeezing in with me? Am I making you feel bad? We can still talk to each other at night, isn't that great?"

"You really think it's good?"

Wen Shu hung up her coat, turned around and leaned against the wardrobe: "I'm just reminding you, we're going on a trip tomorrow and staying in a hotel, so we'll probably have to share a room."

Baima pursed her lips, her expression subtle.

Finally, he just let out a soft hum, crossed his arms, and raised his chin slightly.

"I haven't even found fault with you yet."

What reason are you having against me?

Think about it.

Baima muttered, "We're sharing a room, so it's inconvenient for me to do anything at night."

What do you want to do?

"It's just...it's inconvenient!"

Baima turned back, pretending to prepare for the next game.

She couldn't very well say, "If you share a room with me, my brother won't be able to come and cuddle with me at night."

Wen Shu had a vague idea of ​​what was going on, but she didn't expose it.

She squatted down and continued packing her suitcase.

She only had a week off, and she didn't bring back much stuff: a few changes of clothes, a set of toiletries, and that Fuji camera.

The moment she took out the camera, Baima curiously leaned over and reached out to grab it.

"Huh? When did you buy it?"

"Um... just last week."

Wen Shu instinctively wanted to hide it, but then felt it was unnecessary, so she simply handed it over.

Baima took it, looked at it over and over, and then held it up to test the focus against the window.

Is this thing fun?

"Fortunately."

"You're actually willing to spend this money?"

Baima handed the camera back to Wenshu, her eyes gradually becoming subtle.

In her memory, although Wenshu was not as stingy as her sister, she was usually well-planned with her money and never spent it recklessly.

"Xiao Shu".

"Ok?"

Are you in a relationship?

Wen Shu suddenly seemed nervous.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm talking nonsense?"

Baima sat up straight and analyzed, "Those photos you've been posting on your WeChat Moments lately, things like sunsets, streetlights, fallen leaves... all sentimental and melancholic, it feels like you're trying to attract some guy's attention?"

"Hey, that's what you think?"

"Hey Wenshu... let me teach you, that's not how you pursue a boy. It's easy for a girl to pursue a boy, you have to be bold..."

Bai Ma, who had never been in a serious relationship, began to give Wen Shu a heartfelt lecture, which made Wen Shu both laugh and cry.

"You're overthinking it. I was just practicing photography."

"Practicing photography?"

Pema asked skeptically, "When did you become interested in photography?"

"Can't I develop some hobbies?"

Wen Shu tried to sound natural: "You're so nosy, are you really planning to be my older sister?"

Bai Ma squinted.

"is it?"

"if not?"

Two pairs of eyes stared at each other, neither willing to give in.

"Dinner's ready!"

A quiet shout came from downstairs, breaking the deadlock.

Baima jumped off the bed and ran towards the door.

Wen Shu followed behind her, letting out a sigh of relief.

Downstairs in the restaurant, several dishes and a soup were already laid out on the long table.

Wenjing, wearing an apron, was bringing out the last dish, while Lin Man sat by the window, holding a cup of tea, looking relaxed.

Hua Qing sat opposite her, looking down at her phone, while Hei Dou squatted beside her legs, its tail swishing back and forth.

Ding Heng accompanied Zhao Yanxi back to Zhuzhou and returned in the afternoon.

Wen Shu pulled out a chair, sat down, picked up her chopsticks, took a bite of stir-fried lettuce with pork, and chewed it.

"As expected, my sister's cooking is still the best. It's so beautiful!"

Stop flattering me.

Wenjing untied her apron and sat down, gently patting Wenshu on the back of the head: "You've only been gone a short time, and you're already craving food like this?"

I'm serious.

Wen Shu picked up another bite with her chopsticks and mumbled, "I eat in the school cafeteria every day, but I miss your cooking."

Baima chimed in from the side, "All you ever think about is food. Did you go to Peking University or New Oriental?"

Wen Shu kicked her under the table, and Bai Ma dodged to the side, almost bumping into Hua Qing.

Lin Man put down her teacup and said leisurely, "If all else fails, when the boss is a senior next year, we can just use the excuse of an internship to move to the capital for a while."

Baima was the first to react and raised her hand.

"Me! Me! Sister Man, I want to go too!"

Her junior college degree is only three years long, and she'll be doing an internship next year. She can continue to go to the capital with Ding Heng, which sounds wonderful.

Lin Man laughed out loud: "Why are you getting involved?"

"Why can't I join in the fun? Wherever my brother is, I'll be there!"

Baima spoke with righteous indignation.

Hua Qing interjected casually, "Then we still need to find a new house."

"Finding a house is nothing."

Lin Man then jokingly asked, "What, Sister Qing doesn't want to live with us?"

Hua Qing pursed her lips and turned her face away.

"I didn't say I had any objections."

Wenjing glanced at Lin Man, then at Hua Qing, and finally spoke softly, "Let's ask Ding Heng."

In her view, moving is a big deal, and the man has to agree.