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

Zhao Yanxi obediently reached out and adjusted the rearview mirror on her side to a suitable position.

Ding Heng withdrew his hand and leaned back in his chair.

There was a two-second silence in the cockpit, and Zhao Yanxi hesitated to press the accelerator.

She suddenly whispered, "How about we just drive my mom's car?"

Ding Heng said nonchalantly, "It's fine. This car isn't expensive, it's old, and it's sturdy and durable."

After saying that, he gripped the passenger side door tightly, his expression one of resignation to his fate!

Zhao Yanxi paused for a second, then burst out laughing.

"That's fine. If something happens, we can be considered to have committed suicide together?"

"Can't you choose something nice to say?!"

"hey-hey……"

Zhao Yanxi gripped the steering wheel again and pressed the start button.

The deep roar of the engine filled the air.

"So I'm really going to drive it?"

"open."

The car slowly slid out of the parking space, drove onto the auxiliary road in front of the community gate, and then merged into the main road traffic.

Zhao Yanxi drove slowly and steadily, her hands gripping the steering wheel properly, her eyes focused intently on the road ahead.

He turns on his turn signal in advance when approaching an intersection, slows down well in front of pedestrians, and doesn't panic when overtaken by a car behind him, strictly adhering to traffic rules.

Ding Heng's initial anxiety gradually subsided.

"where to?"

"It's my classmate's birthday, we've made plans to go to karaoke."

"Not taking Wenjing with you?"

"Have you forgotten? Wenjing and I weren't in the same class in high school, and besides... Wenjing doesn't like these kinds of occasions."

The car smoothly passed two intersections. Zhao Yan looked at the red light ahead and gently stepped on the brake.

Ding Heng turned to ask, "Does Wenjing really only have you as a friend?"

"She's not very good at making friends."

Zhao Yanxi silently counted down the red light countdown.

"She speaks softly and doesn't dare to approach others to play. When others approach her, she doesn't know how to respond. Back in junior high, when the class was divided into groups, she was always the last one to be chosen."

The red light turns green.

"Among her friends, Hua Yue counts as half, and I count as one..."

She released the brake and gently accelerated: "Now, there's you too."

Ding Heng didn't reply, and the car continued to drive smoothly forward.

Twenty minutes later, the car came to a stop downstairs at the KTV.

It took a full five minutes!

Zhao Yanxi repeatedly adjusted the steering wheel. If the car was tilted, she would straighten it; if she straightened it too much, she would turn it to the right; if she turned it too much, she would correct it to the left.

Even though there were empty parking spaces all around her, she still managed to park until she was covered in sweat.

Ding Heng sat in the passenger seat, looking at the zigzagging trajectory line in the reversing camera, swallowing back the words that were about to come out several times.

Finally, he couldn't hold back anymore.

"How many packs of cigarettes did you give the driving school instructor?"

"No cigarette was stuffed in!"

While continuing to adjust her direction, Zhao Yanxi stubbornly insisted, "The coach said I'm very talented, I just need more practice!"

"Talent? I think it's because of your dad..."

"Ding Heng!"

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore."

After a couple more tries, Zhao Yanxi finally managed to park the car in the parking space.

I turned off the engine, pulled the handbrake, and let out a long breath.

She then turned to look at Ding Heng, her eyes sparkling like a proud little kitten waiting to be praised.

Ding Heng looked at her for two seconds, then finally gave a bitter smile and sighed.

"First time driving, it's alright."

"Whee!"

Zhao Yanxi grinned, completely satisfied.

The two got out of the car. Zhao Yanxi took out a small mirror from her bag, touched up her lip gloss, and smoothed the stray hairs at her temples.

Then she turned to the side and naturally took Ding Heng's arm.

"You can't spoil the fun later."

Zhao Yanxi looked up, her eyes cunning yet serious.

Ding Heng didn't pull his hand away: "Don't worry, I'm not that kind of person."

Vanity is something both boys and girls experience at eighteen; it's not a matter of high or low status.

A guy who brings a beautiful girlfriend to a dinner party can be the envy of everyone there for the whole night.

A woman bringing a presentable male companion often doubles the effect.

After all, the competition among women is always a fierce undercurrent, and it can be deadly.

The noise inside paused for a moment the instant the door to the private room was pushed open.

A dozen pairs of eyes turned to look at them simultaneously.

The private room was large, with dark-colored upholstered walls and neon strips casting an ambiguous purple-blue glow on the ceiling.

The long sofa was mostly occupied, mostly by women.

On the large screen in the center, a popular K-pop dance song was playing. The girl holding the microphone stopped and turned her head.

She was of medium height, wearing a cream-white lace princess dress with layers of skirt that reached her knees. Her long, chestnut-brown curly hair was draped over her shoulders, and a small rhinestone princess crown was pinned in her hair.

"Yan Xi—!"

The birthday girl, Li Linna, put down the microphone and quickly stepped forward, opening her arms wide.

"You've finally arrived!"

She hugged Zhao Yanxi tightly, her voice deliberately coquettish: "I've missed you so much, it's been over a month!"

Zhao Yanxi let go of Ding Heng and hugged him back with a smile: "I'm going to work a summer job, aren't I?"

"What summer job?"

Li Linna released her, glanced at Ding Heng, and smiled mischievously: "I think she's prioritizing her lover over her friend. She's off with that jerk."

Zhao Yanxi slapped her in an annoyed tone: "Your man is the stinky one!"

"Oh, so you're protecting her now."

Li Linna smiled, turned to Ding Heng in a generous manner, and extended her hand.

"Hello, Li Linna, Yan hope's high school classmate, welcome."

"Ding Heng".

Ding Heng gave it a firm shake, just the right amount of pressure: "Happy birthday!"

Li Linna withdrew her hand, looked Zhao Yanxi up and down, and then winked at her: "You're even more handsome in person than in your photos on WeChat Moments. Tell me, how did you pick her up?"

"You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth, what kind of flirting is this!"

Zhao Yanxi laughed and cursed twice, then went to pat her again.

Li Linna didn't press for details, and instead took Zhao Yanxi's hand and led her towards the sofa.

After the two took their seats, the sofa area quickly became lively.

The girls surrounded Zhao Yanxi, chatting excitedly about their summer vacation plans.

"Yan hope, when did you dye your hair? This purple looks so beautiful!"

"What brand is it? Will it damage my hair?"

"Do you think this hair color suits me? My skin is a bit more yellow than yours..."

Ding Heng sat on the edge of the sofa, slowly sipping the lemonade that the waiter had brought him.

He discovered something.

Today is Li Linna's birthday, and Zhao Yanxi even deliberately didn't dress up, but she still gradually became the center of attention.

She's not the kind of "big sister" type who dominates everyone else.

It is implicitly regarded as the "benchmark".

For example, many girls want to imitate her new purple hair and ask Zhao Yanxi which hair color suits them best.

For example, if they want to buy a certain piece of clothing, they will ask Zhao Yanxi for her opinion, as if the clothes will only look good on them if she agrees.

Even Li Linna dyed her long hair after seeing Zhao Yanxi's posts on WeChat Moments.

However, her facial features couldn't support a very striking hair color, so in the end she only dared to choose brown—safe and foolproof.

Although everyone seemed to be chatting enthusiastically, there was a layer of superficial falsehood about it.

Ding Heng finally understood why Zhao Yanxi hadn't asked Wen Jing to come.

In this situation, the little rabbit who blushes when talking to people probably wouldn't know where to stand.

Suddenly, the lights went out.