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

Chapter 290: Do my sister and I look alike?

After the meal, the three of them left the restaurant together; the night was slightly cool.

While Hua Qing got up to go to the restroom, Ding Heng took a black plastic bag out of the trunk and handed it to Long He.

"Here, Grandma dried these herself a while ago and specially asked me to bring them to you."

Longhe took the bag and glanced down at it.

A bag full of sweet potato chips, a specialty of Hunan Province, with uneven thickness.

The long-lost aroma filled his nostrils, making Longhe momentarily dazed.

Why did Grandma dry this for me?

"Didn't you say you wanted to eat this when you went back home for Chinese New Year last time?"

Ding Heng smiled and said, "She has a very good memory. She specifically asked me to bring it to you, and she wouldn't let me eat it secretly!"

"Please thank Grandma for me. I'll go back and visit the two old folks when I have time."

How much free time do you have?

"Around December... if there are no announcements."

Suddenly, Longhe started to have random thoughts again.

Ding Heng came to the capital to watch Hua Qing's first performance.

Why did he think of bringing the dried sweet potatoes his grandmother gave him?

Grandma must have prepared it well in advance and told Ding Heng to bring it to her when he had time. How could Ding Heng have known that he would definitely be able to see her when he came to the capital this time?

Could it be that……

He brought dried sweet potatoes specifically to see her.

Once a thought arises, it's hard to suppress it.

Did Ding Heng know that she was also in the capital before he came here?

Her schedule for the past two days was public information; you could easily find it with a little attention.

So, in other words... part of the reason I came here today was to see her?

Long He raised his head, about to ask for clarification.

Hua Qing's voice came from behind: "Sorry to keep you waiting, let's go."

"Ah."

Ding Heng turned around and naturally took Hua Qing's hand.

Hua Qing waved goodbye to Long He and got into the car one after the other with Ding Heng.

Longhe watched the taillights of the two cars gradually disappear into the distance, then subconsciously reached out, pulled out a piece of dried sweet potato, stuffed it into his mouth, and took a big bite.

It's hard and painful to the touch.

The next day, at 10:25 a.m.

The Peking University Library is never short of people, and Wen Shu is one of them.

Her notebook was open in front of her, filled with dense annotations that covered an entire page.

She was very serious... or at least she seemed to be.

Wenshu comes to the library to study for a while every weekend, and today was no exception.

She can usually concentrate on her studies, but today her mind was restless and she couldn't focus on her books at all.

Every ten minutes or so, she couldn't help but pick up her phone, turn on the screen, and glance at it to see if any new messages had popped up. Then she would put it down again as if nothing had happened and continue reading her book.

Yesterday, the group chat was very lively, filled with congratulatory messages for Hua Qing's successful debut. Ding Heng also posted several photos of the live performance in the group.

Wen Shu's focus was on the fact that her brother-in-law was in the capital!

Two weeks ago, she asked Ding Heng, "When you go to the capital, will you have time to teach me how to take photos?"

Ding Heng's reply: "We'll see when the time comes."

We'll see.

It wasn't a definite promise, but it wasn't a rejection either.

So Wenshu spent the entire morning waiting for this "time".

She couldn't help but turn on the screen again, but there were no new messages.

I sent "Good morning, brother-in-law" at 8 a.m. this morning, but I still haven't received a reply.

Wen Shu forced herself to refocus on her textbook, but five minutes later, she inexplicably picked up her phone again, deleting and re-typing, typing and deleting, until finally she sent only four words.

[Lucky Little Shu]: Brother-in-law, are you busy?

After sending it, my phone felt so hot that I immediately placed the screen face down on the table.

A few seconds later, I felt that this was too abrupt, so I quickly picked it up and sent another one.

[Lucky Little Shu]: Um... I was just asking casually, you don't need to reply if you're busy.

The two messages, sent one after the other, made her seem unusually impatient.

Wen Shu picked up her pen again, pretending that she wasn't waiting for a reply, but her heart suddenly started racing.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated twice, almost silently, but it felt like something was rumbling and crushing past Wen Shu's ears.

She picked up her phone and swiped the screen.

[Ding Heng]: Not busy, why?

Wen Shu sat up straight and took a deep breath.

[Lucky Little Shu]: Can you come pick me up from school?

This time, before she could even put down her phone, a reply popped up immediately.

[Ding Heng]: It's inconvenient.

Three simple words: indifferent and decisive.

Wen Shu's heart sank to the bottom.

She slowly placed her phone back on the table and stopped looking at it.

Too……

My brother-in-law came to the capital to accompany Sister Hua Qing, not to see her.

It was inappropriate of me to send the message so rashly.

They might be busy and think their sister-in-law is being unreasonable, not studying properly on weekends and just wanting to go out.

Wen Shu lowered her eyes, picked up her pen again, but couldn't concentrate on reading a single word.

She simply packed her things, intending to go back to her dorm and get a good night's sleep, rather than waste time here.

The next second, the phone vibrated again.

Wen Shu picked up her phone again and swiped the screen.

[Ding Heng]: Xiao Shu, is something urgent?

Something felt gently stuck in Wen Shu's throat.

What urgent matter could I possibly have?

She couldn't type out what was in her heart, nor should she.

【Lucky Little Lady】: No, no.

[Lucky Little Shu]: The weekend is so boring, I want to find a place to practice taking photos.

After clicking send, I realized that the excuse was really lame.

Isn't Peking University's campus enough for her to practice? Why does she have to go outside to practice?

[Ding Heng]: We'll see how things go this afternoon; I might have time.

Wen Shu's heart, which had been hanging in suspense all morning, suddenly felt light and airy.

【Lucky Little Shu】: [Cute little bunny.jpg]

After replying with the emoji, she realized that she had casually saved it from Wenjing. The little rabbit was curled up neatly in a ball, just as soft as her sister.

Wen Shu sat down again, opened her textbook, and finally began to concentrate.

For the rest of the morning, Wen Shu's study efficiency was completely different from before. After closing her textbook and packing her things, she walked to the cafeteria with unusually light steps.

The cafeteria was bustling with people. Wen Shu carried her tray to her roommates' seats.

Jiang Nian suddenly asked, "Wen Shu, why are you so absent-minded today?"

"Is there?"

"Have."

Xia Xiao chimed in, pointing at her with her chopsticks: "You've checked your phone eight hundred times this morning, waiting for a message from whom?"

"Nobody."

Wen Shu denied it.

Tian Yinzheng leaned over and teased, "Is something going on?"

"what's the situation?"

"It's...that kind of situation."

"No."

Wen Shu denied it again, her face expressionless.

"You're blushing."

"Hot."

……