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

During her lunch break, Wen Shu lay on her bed in the dormitory, half asleep and half awake with her eyes closed.

She placed her phone next to her pillow, and every now and then she couldn't help but glance at the screen to see if any new messages had popped up in the chat box.

Just like the night before a primary school field trip, knowing you'll be going the next day, but still setting the alarm clock over and over again.

Finally, the phone started vibrating.

[Ding Heng]: Can I arrive at your school gate around 3 o'clock?

[Lucky Little Lady]: OK!

Wen Shu jumped out of bed quickly and opened the wardrobe door.

She actually has quite a few clothes, but for the moment, she really doesn't know what to wear.

Suddenly, she noticed a sweatshirt.

The hoodie was ordinary and unremarkable, except for one thing... it was something Wenjing had left in the box.

Wen Shu took out the sweatshirt and put it on.

Although she was five or six centimeters taller than Wenjing, the loose fit was still barely acceptable.

As Wen Shu arrived at the gate, she felt like she was acting suspiciously until she got into the back seat of Ding Heng's car, at which point her heartbeat calmed down a little.

The car reeked of alcohol. Ding Heng was sitting in the passenger seat, not driving.

His chin was slightly bluish, indicating he had just shaved that morning. His hairstyle was neat and had a touch of fashionable business style, clearly not something he could have achieved on his own.

The well-tailored gray-black suit with its clean shoulder lines made him appear less lazy and roguish than usual, and more cold and aloof.

Wen Shu had never really thought carefully about whether her brother-in-law was handsome or not.

But when I looked at it closely today, my heart suddenly skipped a beat.

She had to admit that her brother-in-law in his custom-made suit was more than just handsome; he was absolutely stunning...

In particular, the transition from the brow bone to the bridge of the nose is deeper and straighter than that of ordinary people, as if it has been carefully sculpted.

She remembered her sister saying... her brother-in-law's face looked particularly fierce when he wasn't smiling, but particularly wicked when he did.

But at this moment he neither laughed nor acted fiercely; he simply closed his eyes and breathed steadily.

"Brother-in-law, have you been drinking?"

"Um...it was brought by a designated driver."

Ding Heng turned to look at her, his tone indifferent: "Let you drive."

"Oh... okay!"

Wen Shu moved from the back seat to the driver's seat, her hair brushing against Ding Heng's nostrils.

"Brother-in-law, were you socializing just now?"

"Ah."

Ding Heng raised his hand and rubbed his temples: "My dad's old boss at CCTV insisted on taking me for a couple of drinks."

"Yeah……"

Wen Shu gripped the steering wheel, somewhat incoherently: "D-Did I delay your business? I really don't have anything urgent. If you're busy, don't worry about me, I'll drive back right now."

"Need not."

Ding Heng interrupted Wen Shu's rambling: "I didn't want to stay any longer anyway, but since you contacted me, I have an excuse to slip away."

Wen Shu suppressed her emotions and cheered up: "Then, brother-in-law, where do you want to go?"

"I've been to pretty much all the places that are worth visiting in the capital."

Ding Heng adjusted the seat back slightly to make himself more comfortable: "Drive wherever you want to go. If you're not familiar with the roads, just use navigation."

"Row!"

Wen Shu started the car and slowly drove out of the parking space.

The smell of alcohol lingered in the car, mixing with the citrus scent of the car air freshener, making her feel a little dizzy.

Wen Shu forced herself to draw her attention back to the road until Ding Heng suddenly spoke.

"Is this dress your sister's?"

Wen Shu almost stepped on the gas, but tried her best to remain calm.

"Um...right. I took all my clothes to the laundry, only this one is left...brother-in-law, how did you figure that out?"

“When your sister first met me, she didn’t have many clothes and often wore this sweatshirt. I haven’t seen her wear it since, and I thought she had lost it.”

Wen Shu's mind was a jumbled mess, and she suddenly blurted out a thoughtless remark.

"Brother-in-law, don't I look a lot like my sister?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Wen Shu immediately regretted them.

The question was so stupid that she wanted to swerve into the roadside green belt.

"No. Not at all."

Ding Heng's answer was crisp and concise.

Wen Shu's heart sank. She didn't know what she was expecting.

Are we expecting Ding Heng to say it "looks like"?

What does "similar" even mean?

Just as she was about to casually reply with "Haha, really?" to brush it off, Ding Heng spoke again.

"You and your sister only have very small differences in facial features, but you give off completely different vibes."

Wen Shu wanted to ask, "How is it so different?" but she was afraid of hearing an answer she didn't want to hear, so she could only remain silent and wait for Ding Heng to continue.

"Your sister may look gentle, but she's actually quite stubborn at heart."

Ding Heng exhaled a breath of alcohol: "She has a habit of taking everything on herself, like a snail carrying its shell. If no one helps her, she might break down on her own one day."

You're different. You know when to advance and when to retreat. You're much more sensible than your sister, and you handle things perfectly, never causing anyone any worry.

Simply put, Wenjing gives people the feeling that you can't help but want to protect her.

You... give people the impression that you can live perfectly well on your own, even without anyone protecting you.

Ding Heng rambled on and on, and Wen Shu didn't really hear a lot of it, but she could still understand the general gist of it.

She forced a smile and asked, "So, brother-in-law, are you praising me?"

"That's it."

"If one day I encounter an insurmountable obstacle, will you help me, brother-in-law?"

"Definitely!"

Ding Heng answered decisively and affirmatively, but before Wen Shu could get excited, he immediately added something else.

"You're such a quiet and gentle girl, how could I not help you?"

"Too……"

Wen Shu felt a pang of sadness. The smell of alcohol seemed to emanate from Ding Heng and spread throughout the carriage, making her slightly tipsy as well.

The car continued driving forward, and the street scenes outside the window rushed past frame by frame. Wen Shu suddenly felt that she could drive on this road, which she didn't know where it led, for as long as she wanted.

Finally, the vehicle came to a stop by Yanqi Lake, it was already past four o'clock. The autumn sun was beginning to set.

"We've arrived, get off the bus."

Ding Heng spoke up to remind her, and Wen Shu seemed to wake from a dream.

Chapter 291: The kitten asks its owner for a present?

Monday, Star City.

After properly accompanying Wen Shu to practice photography techniques, Ding Heng spent another night with Hua Qing. Early Monday morning, he returned to Xingcheng and headed straight to Hunan University, just in time for the first class.

The bell rang, and Ding Heng yawned as he walked out, his phone vibrating in his pocket.

Zhao Yanxi sent her location, followed by a voice message.

[Lucky Zhao]: "Brother Ding Heng, are you done with get out of class? Come quick!"

The shop that Zhao Yanxi rented is located in a newly built commercial street in Yuelu District.

When Ding Heng arrived, several small trucks were parked in front of the store, the roller shutter door was half open, and the buzzing of electric drills and hammers could be heard from inside.

Zhao Yanxi stood at the door, a thin layer of dust on her long hair, clearly indicating that she had been coming and going quite a bit.

Seeing Ding Heng get out of the car, Zhao Yanxi immediately ran over.

"Look, Brother Ding Heng!"

Zhao Yanxi shoved the tablet in front of Ding Heng.

"I made a few minor changes to the renderings that Sister Man had the designer create."

Ding Heng took the tablet and swiped his fingers across it.

The overall color scheme is a combination of warm gray and natural wood, without any flashy neon signs or trendy walls, nor any cheap metal chairs that try too hard to look like Instagram.

Simple, clean, comfortable, and sophisticated.

Ding Heng asked curiously, "What did you change?"

"The designer originally intended to use bar stools for the seats by the window."

Zhao Yanxi tapped her finger lightly on the screen: "And this... I asked him to adjust the color temperature of the lights to be 200 degrees warmer. The original was too white, like a hospital operating room."

Ding Heng looked down and saw Zhao Yanxi looking up, her expression like that of a little pet waiting for its owner's praise.

"good."

Ding Heng handed the tablet back and casually pinched and rubbed Zhao Yanxi's head.

Another batch of materials arrived, and Zhao Yanxi went into the store to direct the workers to move them.

Wenjing emerged from the depths of the shop, her round face dusty and her brows slightly furrowed.