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

"I didn't do anything."

"Take your hand out first!"

"It's too cold, I need to warm up."

"You stinky man, you scoundrel..."

Hua Qing gave up arguing with him and silently endured it, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Suddenly, another message popped up on Ding Heng's phone.

He initially thought it was some other girl, but upon picking it up, he realized it was Ding Wenjie again.

[Dad]: We probably won't be able to have that meal tomorrow.

Ding Heng: ?

[Dad]: I received a notice this afternoon that a leader from the publicity department wanted to talk to me and asked me to participate in a project to take some photos related to publicity.

[Ding Heng]: Fine, what can I do? My dad's famous now.

A short while later, another message popped up.

[Dad]: Actually... the fact that I was able to win that award again this time might have something to do with you.

[Ding Heng]: What does this have to do with me?

[Dad]: Someone from the judging committee told me that there was funding from a foundation in Hong Kong to sponsor the judges' exhibition activities.

Ding Heng couldn't help but chuckle.

Funds originating from Hong Kong?

Could it be that Lin Man did it secretly again?

He didn't ask for details, nor did he go to the stupid fox to confirm, and he didn't take it to heart.

There's nothing shameful about a father winning an award because of his son!

[Ding Heng]: Really? Anyway, take good care of yourself.

[Dad]: You should also be careful. I don't want to have a grandson too early.

The old man is stubborn and doesn't want to, but that means he does!

Ding Heng locked the phone and placed it face down on the sofa cushion. Suddenly, he rolled over and pinned Hua Qing beneath him.

Hua Qing's eyes widened, and her breathing suddenly became rapid.

"What?"

"hey-hey."

Ding Heng firmly controlled Hua Qing's hands and said, half-jokingly, "My dad said he wants to hold his grandson."

Hua Qing was stunned for a moment, then realized that Ding Heng was talking nonsense, but she still subconsciously replied with a sentence.

"You know I'm in my safe period today, right?"

"It's okay, just practice more!"

The movie continues, and the male and female leads dance gracefully.

……

At the same time, at a late-night snack shop near Peking University, everyone was enjoying their meal, and Wen Shu was among them.

The lecture concluded successfully, and the photography club used the remaining funds to organize a dinner party.

The club president, Huang Cheng, was a loud-voiced Shandong boy. He stood up, holding a beer mug, and shouted in a powerful voice.

"Come on, everyone! Today's event was a complete success. Thank you all for your hard work! Especially Chen Jue! This time, we owe a lot to Chen Jue for his help in organizing and planning, and for inviting Teacher Ding Wenjie. It wasn't easy! Let's all raise a glass to Chen Jue!"

Chen Jue stood up, said a few words modestly, and then tilted his head back to drink the wine in his glass.

He sat down again, his gaze still drifting towards Wen Shu, hoping to get some feedback.

Wen Shu kept her head down, eating roasted potato chips, completely ignoring him.

Huang Cheng suddenly turned to Wen Shu: "By the way, Wen Shu, I noticed you seem to know Professor Ding quite well. You chatted for a while after the lecture today. What's your relationship?"

Wen Shu stammered, "Um... I guess you could say I'm an elder."

Huang Cheng simply suggested, "If the photography club has any activities that require coordinating with Teacher Ding in the future, why don't you take charge of it? It would be more convenient."

"also……"

Ding Wenjie is my brother-in-law's biological father. If you need to contact him, you have to contact my brother-in-law first. Then you can go to my brother-in-law yourself to handle things officially.

Wen Shu was trying to convince herself when she suddenly heard Chen Jue shout.

"I don't think it's appropriate."

All eyes at the table turned to Chen Jue.

Chen Jue put down his chopsticks, his expression becoming very serious.

"I think it's better for us photographers to let our work speak for itself. There's no need for nepotism, and even less need to sacrifice female students' privacy to curry favor with outsiders for club activities."

Although Professor Ding Wenjie has a great reputation, he has only truly become famous in the last few years. Whether his style can represent mainstream aesthetics is still under debate in academia…

Chen Jue, who was praising Ding Wenjie during the day, is now showing a completely different face.

Wen Shu had already drunk some alcohol, and she had been upset about Ding Heng's matter these past two days. She couldn't stand it anymore and immediately retaliated.

"Chen Jue, what do you mean?! What do you mean by nepotism? What do you mean by sacrificing one's innocence?"

Wen Shu's words were sharp: "What kind of filthy garbage is in your head? What's the point of you trying to sit next to me three times today? And what's the point of your mediocre work winning an award?"

Chen Jue was taken aback by Wen Shu's counterattack, but he couldn't lose face in front of the whole company.

He had no choice but to stubbornly refuse, raising his voice: "I didn't mean anything by it. You were having such a good time chatting with Teacher Ding's son today, who would have known you two..."

"That's my brother-in-law!"

Wen Shu slammed her hand on the table, her voice rising again.

"Chen Jue, do you think I have some kind of improper relationship with my brother-in-law?!"

The entire room fell silent.

What nonsense am I spouting?

Wen Shu's chest heaved, and her ears were ringing, whether from the alcohol or from her own words just now, she didn't know.

The club president, Huang Cheng, was the first to react and quickly tried to smooth things over: "Alright, alright, everyone, say less. We're all classmates, what's there to argue about?"

"I'm a little tired, I'm going home now."

Wen Shu didn't sit down. Instead, she picked up her coat from the back of the chair and turned to walk towards the school.

Someone behind her called out, "Do you need someone to take you home?" She waved her hand without turning her head.

Wen Shu hurried back to her dormitory. Her three roommates were still awake; one was reading a book, while the other two were watching TV together.

When Wen Shu came in, her roommates all greeted her.

Wen Shu gave a perfunctory reply, and without even washing up, she kicked off her shoes, climbed into bed, and pulled the blanket over herself from head to toe.

She lay in bed with her eyes wide open, staring intently into the darkness before her.

There was only one thought in my mind.

The loudest cry of a thief is often the one shouting "Stop thief!"

Chapter 318: Little Qing by West Lake? (Two Chapters Combined)

As April ended and the May Day holiday approached, Wen Shu found herself in a dilemma once again.

Should I go back to Xingcheng?

In the Peking University dormitory, Wen Shu watched her roommates leave one by one, until only Xia Xiao remained.

Xia Xiao stuffed her change of clothes into her bag, zipped it up, and looked back at Wen Shu, who was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze.

"Are you really not going home?"

"I……"

Wen Shu came to her senses and shook her head: "Going back and forth is too much of a hassle. I plan to go on a trip by myself to clear my head."

"where to?"

"I haven't decided yet..."

"Why don't you come to my place? It's in Hangzhou!"

Xia Xiao took the initiative to suggest, "It's perfect that we have each other's company. You can also go see West Lake or something. My parents have been telling me for a long time that I should bring my classmates back to visit."

Wen Shu smiled wryly and asked, "Are you sure you want to go to West Lake during the May Day holiday?"

Xia Xiao looked slightly embarrassed: "Oh yeah... The bridge will probably be packed with people, even the White Snake will have to queue to get in."

"Actually... that works too!"

For Wen Shu, where she went was not important; what mattered was having a reason to convince herself not to return to Xingcheng.

After making up her mind, she opened her phone and started searching for flights.

"I'm buying a ticket now. Which train/flight are you taking?"

"Huh? You're really going?"

Xia Xiao reminded her, "But won't it be too expensive to buy a plane ticket at this time? My flight number is xxxx, and it seems like only business class is left."

"It's okay, I'll buy a business class ticket."

Wen Shu went to the ticket purchase page, found Xia Xiaohang's flight, clicked to purchase, and a message popped up saying the payment was successful.

Xia Xiao peeked over and couldn't help but mutter to herself.

"Wow, Wenshu, you're really rich!"

The tone wasn't malicious; it was just a casual expression of envy.

But Wen Shu felt inexplicably uncomfortable hearing this.