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

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Ding Heng spread his hands: "You'll have to figure it out yourself."

"To figure it out on your own? How do you figure it out?"

Long He was completely clueless, but Ding Heng's words made her realize something.

Now that Ding Heng is a member of their team, if they want to communicate with Ding Heng normally without others noticing anything amiss, they must first naturally integrate into the team so as not to worry that saying a few extra words will give others cause for discussion.

The next second, Long He reached out and pushed open the car door.

Where are you going?

"Since there's nothing to talk about, I'd better go back and stay put."

Long He sighed, "To avoid Sister Zeng bombarding me with calls again, and you too, go home and rest early, you have work tomorrow."

After closing the car door, Longhe walked back to the hotel.

Ding Heng watched his brother's figure disappear behind the revolving door, and couldn't help but sigh deeply.

After a day, he finally understood.

Long He insisted on bringing him to his side as an assistant not because he really wanted anything, but because he was desperately lacking someone to talk to.

In her subconscious, the only person who could talk to her without any reservations was her brother Ding Heng!

Unfortunately, judging from today's results, the outcome is quite different from her expectations.

Ultimately, it's because his brother is too lonely...

Chapter 322: A Secret Meeting with Brothers Late at Night

The recording of the program ended at 11 p.m. the next day.

Longhe's first piece was his own famous work, "First Snow." The audience and live stream reactions were actually quite good, and it generated a lot of discussion on trending topics, but it ultimately ranked fourth.

When the results came out, Longhe was very dissatisfied.

After all, "First Snow" swept all the charts and dominated the charts for seventeen consecutive weeks. Today, she was in top form, so she should have been number one!

But there's no way around it. As a "new generation" singer, the focus is on "newness," and they can't just steal the spotlight from their predecessors right away.

Fortunately, after five years in the industry, Long He has been able to perfectly control his emotions and his thoughts are not written all over his face.

Say "Congratulations" to senior colleagues and "Thank you" to staff members, striving to cultivate a polite and humble persona.

It was already past midnight when I got back to the hotel.

Sister Zeng convened a brief meeting in Longhe's room to confirm the follow-up arrangements.

I'm flying to Shanghai tomorrow. Tonight I have a brand gala recording, followed by guest appearances on two variety shows. My schedule is definitely not easy.

"The gala in Shanghai starts recording at 7 PM, and we need to be ready by 3 PM tomorrow at the latest. So my flight is for 9:30 AM..."

Sister Zeng's tone was crisp and decisive: "After we arrive, we'll go to the hotel to drop off our luggage, and then the relevant personnel will go directly to the set. I've already spoken to the director beforehand..."

Everyone was focused, except for Longhe, whose eyes were glazed over.

Just as Sister Zeng was about to announce the end of the meeting, a voice interrupted from the side.

"Um... Sister Zeng."

Ding Heng smiled and stepped forward: "I'd like to ask for a leave of absence."

All eyes turned to him, wondering if he was too arrogant as a newcomer, daring to take leave on his second day on the job.

Long He's expression darkened further, guessing that his brother's girlfriend was probably upset and he needed to go back and coax her.

Sister Zeng looked troubled: "Take leave? Isn't that inappropriate?"

"I know."

Ding Heng said sincerely, "My home is in Xingcheng. I'll go back and stay there tonight, and I'll go to Shanghai to meet you tomorrow at my own expense. It won't delay you."

"This……"

Sister Zeng was still in a dilemma.

Although Ding Heng is the boss's boss, he is still a nominal newcomer. He took leave on his second day of work. What will others think? How should the team be managed?

As Sister Zeng hesitated, Long He spoke up.

"Let him go. It'll save us the airfare. Just make sure he arrives in Shanghai on time tomorrow morning."

There's nothing I can do; he's my brother after all, so I have to spoil him!

Furthermore, the timing might be staggered, which could potentially allow for some success.

"Okay, thank you, Sister Long."

Ding Heng was too lazy to bother with Long He's petty schemes, so he turned and left the room without any hesitation.

After two seconds of silence, an intern in the corner cautiously raised his hand.

"Um... I actually want to too..."

"Um!?"

Sister Zeng glared back expressionlessly, which startled the intern so much that he silently withdrew his hand.

Why are they treating people differently?

The next morning, at Xingcheng Airport.

Ding Heng was about to go to the self-service check-in kiosks to get his ticket when he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

Long He, whose face was mostly covered by sunglasses, walked over quickly and threw his bag into Ding Heng's arms.

"Take it."

Why are you still here?

"I'll wait for you, my dear assistant! I've changed my flight so I can be on the same flight as you."

"Does Sister Zeng know?"

"I'm an adult, after all. I can't possibly ask Sister Zeng's permission for everything."

Long He turned and walked towards the VIP room, humming a little tune. Now she finally had a chance to spend a lot of time with her brother!

Ding Heng followed behind, carrying her bag, and gave a helpless, bitter smile.

Upon entering the VIP room, the two found seats and sat down. Long He crossed his legs and waved to Ding Heng.

Ding Heng asked in bewilderment, "What?"

"Water, I have it in my bag!"

"Oh."

Ding Heng then remembered his duties as an assistant, took out a bottle of mineral water, twisted off the cap, and handed it over.

"You took the day off yesterday..."

Long He took a sip of water and asked in a sour tone, "Are you going to coax some young girlfriend?"

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "Why are you always so concerned about my private life?"

Why can't I care?

Longhe retorted confidently, "Even if it's not for anything else, I still have to advise you to take it easy for Auntie's sake. If you accidentally cause a big accident one day, I'm really afraid Auntie will come to me in my dreams."

Ding Heng: "..."

Using a dream as an excuse? If his mother were still alive, she would probably complain about him every now and then.

"It's Zhao Yanxi."

Ding Heng confessed, "I won't be in Xingcheng for the next ten days or so. I need to give her an explanation first and appease her so she won't make a fuss."

After listening, Long He lowered his eyelashes and muttered softly.

"I haven't seen you give me any explanation."

"What do you say?"

"nothing."

Long He quickly raised his head, his expression unchanged.

She tried to find out, "I'm really curious... how many girlfriends do you have? And how are the relationships going?"

Ding Heng snorted, "You really want to hear it?"

"Go ahead and say it,"

Longhe urged, "Hurry up, hurry up, we're bored waiting for the plane anyway."

Ding Heng pondered for two seconds, then began to recite it seriously.

"First of all, Zhao Yanxi is a normal girlfriend. College students are all concerned about their image! Handsome men and beautiful women attract a lot of attention on campus, and she particularly enjoys this kind of vanity, which is not a bad thing, as long as it's not excessive."

Long He didn't interrupt, but listened quietly.

"Lin Man's words are more about mutual benefit, each getting what they need."

Where is Hua Qing?

"Huaqing..."

Ding Heng smiled mischievously: "You know, dance students have great stamina and high needs. So, she and I satisfy each other?"

Long He's expression was indescribable.

Why did my brother not show the slightest hesitation when he said this?

Seriously, can't you have any shame?!

She continued, "So how did you stop them from making a fuss? And was there another document...?"

"Wenjing?"

"Yes, Wenjing."

Long He's eyes sharpened: "Don't even think about omitting this, I've seen her before!"