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

The restaurant Longhe booked was a Japanese restaurant near Sanlitun, which offered good privacy.

Guided by the shop assistant, Ding Heng and Hua Qing walked into the innermost private room, where Long He was looking down at his phone.

She looked like she had just finished work, and her makeup hadn't been removed yet, making her look somewhat tired.

Hearing footsteps, Long He turned around and his gaze immediately locked onto Ding Heng.

"Hey... what are you doing here?!"

"nonsense!"

Ding Heng stepped forward and sat down, speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world: "How could I not be there for my girlfriend's important performance?"

Then he looked around and his gaze fell on the table.

Two sets of cutlery, two wine glasses.

Ding Heng joked, "Looks like there's no share for me?"

Longhe pouted and called out to the waiter, "Could you please bring another set of chopsticks and a bowl?"

The waiter responded and quickly brought a clean set of tableware, placing it in front of Ding Heng.

Long He leaned back, crossed his arms, and said with a complicated expression, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming to the capital?"

Ding Heng picked up the menu on the table and opened it: "Every time I come here, I tell you that you, a big star, are never free."

Long He was speechless and didn't reply.

Hua Qing sat down next to Ding Heng and quietly drank water.

The dishes were served one after another.

Longhe picked up a piece of sushi and stuffed it into his mouth, talking about Huaqing's performance today.

"Hua Qing, your performance today was very well received and it's already trending on social media! I've seen several influential figures praising it, saying that your dance is the best classical dance piece of the year."

"It can't be that bad."

Hua Qing picked up a piece of salmon, dipped it in soy sauce and wasabi: "Even if dancers are popular, it's nothing special, they're not like you singers."

"Not always."

Long He put down his chopsticks and leaned forward slightly.

“You have popularity now, fans, a degree from the Beijing Dance Academy, and a Lotus Award experience. If you have one or two more breakout works, you can definitely switch to film and television. Many roles in period dramas and fantasy dramas require dance skills, and with your qualifications, you can easily outshine many others.”

Hua Qing paused upon hearing this and looked up at Long He.

"acting?"

"correct."

Long He said seriously, "Think about it, all those period dramas these days are just pretty faces. If you were to act in one, just standing there, your presence would be overwhelming. Plus, with your dance background, you wouldn't need a stunt double for your action scenes. What a great selling point!"

Hua Qing put down her chopsticks, her expression indifferent, her tone decisive.

"Don't go."

Long He was taken aback.

"why?"

Hua Qing picked up her water glass, took a sip, and didn't answer.

Long He glanced at Hua Qing, then at Ding Heng, and had already guessed seven or eight parts of the truth.

Acting inevitably involves romantic scenes.

Holding hands, hugging, kissing, and even more intimate scenes.

Hua Qing was afraid that Ding Heng would mind.

Long He lowered his eyes, a surge of emotion welling up inside him.

uncomfortable……

Hua Qing, aren't you too love-struck?

She's a dancer who has won the Lotus Award, and now she's popular; she has all the necessary qualifications.

If you don't make a decisive break now, and instead focus on your career, are you really going to stick with my brother for the rest of your life?

Long He took a deep breath, suppressing his discomfort, and changed the subject.

"Ding Heng, what have you been up to lately?"

"What can college students do? Attend classes and date."

Ding Heng picked up a piece of Wagyu beef and chewed it slowly: "I'll wait until my senior year internship next year."

"practice?"

Longhe has captured the key words.

Senior year internships mean that you don't have to be confined to the school anymore and have plenty of time!

"You studied journalism and communication, right?"

"Yes."

"You must have practiced photography a lot over the years, right?"

"Hmm...that makes sense."

Ding Heng smiled, while Hua Qing's ears quietly turned red.

He practiced a lot, and that's not all.

The thought of being photographed by Ding Heng made her wish she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Long He didn't notice Hua Qing's unusual behavior and made his own suggestion.

"Why don't you do your internship and be my assistant?"

What does your assistant need to do?

"Hmm... take photos of me, occasionally manage the account, and handle some daily chores."

Long He affirmed, "The workload is not heavy, and the compensation is excellent."

Ding Heng thought for a long time, but finally gave a perfunctory reply.

"We'll see."

"We'll see..."

Longhe originally wanted to offer a direct price: a certain amount per month, including room and board, and a year-end bonus.

But he swallowed the words back down his throat.

Talking about money with brothers hurts feelings!

If it hurts Ding Heng's self-esteem, it won't be good.

She picked up the sake and took a sip.

"Okay, take your time to think about it, no rush."

"Actually, it's not impossible."

Ding Heng suddenly relented and sat up straight: "However, I have a request."

"you say!"

Can I bring my girlfriend along?

"Huh? Who? Hua Qing?"

"Um……"

Ding Heng gave an awkward laugh, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Long He glanced at Hua Qing, seeing that she seemed completely unconcerned and wouldn't offer a free explanation.

Hua Qing, Hua Qing, do you really not mind that your man is two-timing you?

"can."

Finally, Long He managed to squeeze out two words through gritted teeth, but his smile looked forced no matter how you looked at it.

Hua Qing lowered her head to drink water, pretending not to hear anything.

Ding Heng, however, remained calm and picked up his chopsticks again.

"Okay, I'll contact you again next year during my internship."

"Go, go, go!"

Long He picked up the wine bottle, filled his own glass, and then poured a glass for Ding Heng.

"Come on, let's drink."

Longhe raised his glass: "Congratulations to Hua Qing on her successful performance and may she become a sensation soon!"

The three clinked their glasses together, the sound crisp and clear.

Longhe tilted his head back and gulped down the wine; it was both bitter and astringent.

The discomfort in my heart slowly swelled in my chest, but after a moment, it gradually dissipated.

Forget it...

Supporting a brother is one thing, supporting a brother's woman is another.

What difference does it make if there's one more or one less?

Longhe picked up a piece of sushi, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it vigorously.

As I chewed, I suddenly found it a little funny.

Hua Qing is obsessed with love.

What about her?

It doesn't seem to be much better!