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

"First, keep your mouth shut; it's best not to earn money you shouldn't."

Secondly, don't have too much of a filter on celebrities. They look glamorous on camera, but in private they're just ordinary people who get tired, frustrated, and angry. If you approach your work with a fan's mentality, you won't be able to get the job done.

Third, don't have any unrealistic fantasies!

Old Zheng, half-jokingly and half-warningly, began to tell a story.

"The team's previous photography assistant was also a recent college graduate. He was originally quite honest and dutiful, until one day after Longhe finished rehearsing, he casually chatted with him a few more words. I don't know what got into this guy, but he actually thought that the big star was interested in him. In the end, he made a fool of himself and had to resign in disgrace."

Ding Heng looked embarrassed upon hearing this.

"Is...is that so...?"

"That's right! Big stars are so high-profile, why would they fall for an ordinary person like you? Don't you think so?"

"Yeah yeah."

Ding Heng nodded in agreement, his smile seemingly harmless.

Chapter 321: A Day with Brothers

The next morning, Ding Heng was awakened by the snoring of Old Zheng in the next bed.

He opened his eyes groggily, and the snoring was still intermittent, making Ding Heng feel somewhat dazed.

The entertainment industry is a feudal society, and the clear hierarchy of teams is also reflected in their accommodations.

Long He stayed in an executive suite, Sister Zeng stayed in a single room with a double bed, and migrant workers like Ding Heng and Lao Zheng would only be assigned double rooms.

Since moving out of the dormitory in his sophomore year, Ding Heng had always been surrounded by various warm and soft beauties on his pillow every morning. Suddenly, he found it rather novel to spend the night in a double room with a grown man.

I took out my phone to check the time; it was already 7:20.

"woke up?"

Old Zheng yawned, rolled over, rubbed his eyes, and said apologetically, "Did my snoring disturb you last night?"

"Thankfully, I slept soundly."

Ding Heng sat up and moved his neck a little.

"My wife always says I snore loudly, and she's worried that it will disturb other people when we're out and about."

Old Zheng threw off the covers and got out of bed, quickly putting on a short-sleeved shirt: "Let's go, wash up and then go have breakfast. The hotel buffet is open until 9:30, if we go late there won't be any good food left."

After washing up, the two took the elevator down to the restaurant.

The hotel's standard buffet breakfast is located on the second floor. The space is not large, but the selection is quite complete.

Ding Heng and Lao Zheng had just finished choosing their breakfast and were looking for a seat when they noticed that several people were already sitting at the long table by the window. They were all familiar faces they had seen in the conference room the night before.

"Old Zheng! Over here!"

The short-haired woman waved to them and offered them two empty seats.

Ding Heng followed Lao Zheng over, and just as he sat down, a young man with a buzz cut made a joking remark.

"Hey, Sister Hu, why are you so eager to give up your seat today?"

The woman called Sister Hu is named Hu Baoying. She is in her late twenties and has a trendy and fashionable style.

She had short hair dyed brown, wore a pair of exaggerated large hoops on her earlobes, and had an extremely loud voice.

"What's it to you!"

She rolled her eyes and then joked, "Wow, I didn't see you properly yesterday. Xiao Ding is so handsome! Why be a photography assistant? I'll help you get ready and you can debut as a celebrity."

Ding Heng smiled sheepishly, and Old Zheng began to introduce them.

"Hu Baoying, our team's stylist, studied in South Korea for several years before, and her skills are quite good."

"What skill? It's quite excellent!"

Hu Baoying playfully slapped Lao Zheng, then generously pointed to the empty seat next to her: "Come on, Xiao Ding, sit next to me, don't squeeze in with them."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the buzz-cut boy continued to egg him on: "Hey, Sister Hu, we don't allow old cows to eat young grass."

"Screw you!"

Hu Baoying retorted: "I'm just concerned about the newcomers! Do you think everyone is like you, all you know how to bully college students?"

Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere was quite good.

Ding Heng sat down next to Hu Baoying and responded obediently.

"Thank you, Sister Ying."

"Don't mention it. If you don't understand anything in the team in the future, just ask me."

After teasing the newcomers, the conversation at the dinner table quickly became lively. After all, they were in the entertainment industry, so there was no shortage of gossip.

Which singer and which actor are secretly competing? Is there a power struggle behind a certain variety show? Is a certain popular young actor recently being kept by someone?

Ding Heng wasn't very interested, occasionally chiming in with a few words, trying his best to play the role of an intern full of curiosity about the entertainment industry.

Just as they were getting into the conversation, they suddenly heard someone shout.

"Sister Hu, could you please make room for me?"

Everyone's eyes turned to that direction at once.

Long He, with a bare face, came to Hu Baoying's side, her eyes still glazed over, as if she had just woken up.

what happened?

Everyone looked surprised.

At this time on weekdays, Longhe would probably have just finished exercising and be eating breakfast prepared by a nutritionist in his room, rarely dining with the rest of the team.

It's not that he's putting on airs; everyone knows that Long He is actually quite easygoing in private. But given his status, people always feel a bit uncomfortable once they get involved.

For example, it's normal for colleagues to have a meal together and complain about their boss, but then the boss suddenly sits down next to them.

No matter how easy-going the boss is, he's still the boss!

Hu Baoying reacted the fastest, moving aside to make room for him: "Come on, Long He, you sit here."

"Thank you, Sister Hu."

Long He sat down, just about to try to get a little closer to Ding Heng, when her personal assistant Xiao He suddenly appeared and plopped down between her and Ding Heng.

"Xiao He!?"

Long He's expression was blank.

Xiao He bluntly said, "Sister Zeng told me to come down and keep an eye on you. We're recording a show the day after tomorrow, so don't eat anything you shouldn't, or you'll ruin your voice!"

Long He gave an awkward laugh and coughed twice in a mock manner: "Um, could you go and get me a cup of soy milk?"

Her idea was simple: get rid of Xiao He first, and then take back the position.

Xiao He didn't think much of it and was about to get up when Hu Baoying pushed the soy milk in front of her over.

"Here, I haven't tried it yet."

"Thank you, Sister Hu!"

Long He's forehead veins twitched.

She picked up the soy milk, glanced past the rim of the cup, and subtly glanced at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng was looking down and eating corn, a hint of mockery on his lips.

Aside from Long He himself, he was probably the only one at the table who knew why Long He had inexplicably come to eat breakfast today.

After that, the atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became subtle.

They had been chatting enthusiastically just moments before, but now they all fell silent without saying a word.

The silence lasted for several minutes before Hu Baoying broke the deadlock.

"Longhe, what made you decide to come down for breakfast today?"

"Just bored."

Long He said calmly, "Besides, I felt stuffy in the room and wanted to come down for some fresh air."

The excuse was very clumsy.

You came downstairs to eat with everyone because you were "bored"? Then why aren't you bored usually? But no one dared to ask.

In fact, Longhe tossed and turned for most of the night, feeling more and more uneasy.

Ding Heng did join her team as she wished, but if things continue like this, Ding Heng will only be running around with Lao Zheng, shooting footage during the day and editing photos at night.

She was surrounded by Xiao He and Sister Zeng, and apart from work handover, she had almost no private contact with them.

Not to mention the various scenes she envisioned, she would probably have a hard time even getting a chance to say a few more words.

So what's the point of her bringing Ding Heng to her side?

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Ding Heng simply said, "How about I take a group photo of everyone? We can post it later to show that Sister Long and the team get along well, which will also help promote their image to the outside world."

The suggestion came at just the right time, and Longhe immediately agreed, with everyone echoing his sentiments.

Only Xiao He hesitated and said, "Long He hasn't put on makeup yet..."

"No makeup is just right,"

Longhe chimed in, "Going makeup-free looks natural, but putting on makeup while eating breakfast makes it look fake."

The camera was still in the room, so Ding Heng could only take out his phone, stand up, take two steps back, and find an angle that could frame everyone.

Everyone present immediately put down their food and struck various poses, some making V signs, some making heart shapes, all with bright smiles!

After taking the photos, Ding Heng sat back down in his seat.

"Sister He, I'll add you on WeChat and send you the photos. You can pick a few to post later."

"Okay, scan me."

Xiao He took out his phone and opened the QR code.

The two added each other on WeChat, and Ding Heng sent the original picture to Ding Heng, taking the opportunity to start a new conversation.

"Sister He, is your profile picture your high school photo? You look like a top student!"