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

Long He raised his other hand and gently patted Ding Heng's arm.

The two wandered aimlessly around the mall. When they passed several milk tea shops, Longhe's gaze involuntarily turned to them, but in the end he didn't dare to ask for a drink.

The show will run for at least a month, and she must control her weight to avoid any accidents.

Feeling utterly bored while browsing, Longhe finally couldn't help but ask.

What do we do next?

"Couples usually go shopping around this time..."

Ding Heng objectively analyzed, "It's nothing more than watching a movie, playing escape room games, ice skating, or playing claw machines."

Ordinary couple?

Ding Heng spoke a long string of words, but Long He only keenly caught four words, which he repeatedly pondered and found delightful.

What do you mean?

Ding Heng compared her relationship with that of "ordinary couples".

Does that mean that, in Ding Heng's heart, there's also a tiny bit of something between them...?

Ding Heng then changed the subject and added in a serious tone.

"But we're brothers, and brothers should do what brothers should do."

Before the smile on Long He's face could fully bloom, it quickly faded back to a cold expression, and he didn't even know whether he should be angry or not.

What should a brother do? What should he do?

Five minutes later.

Long He and Ding Heng arrived at a private room in a karaoke bar. They took the microphone and remote control from the waiter, and Long He was still a little dazed.

"We brothers finally manage to get out of here, and the thing we're supposed to do... is sing?"

"if not?"

Ding Heng handed over the microphone: "I'll give you a warm-up for Friday's game. If you don't want to, you can go play pool or go to an internet cafe to play games with friends!"

Long He was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

She has been in the industry for several years, held countless concerts, and going to the recording studio is a regular occurrence for her.

But this was my first time actually going to a karaoke bar to sing.

She had almost forgotten what it felt like to sing freely.

Ding Heng sat down on the sofa, picked up the remote control, and started flipping through the playlist: "Come on, big star, let me see your special skills."

Long He took off his sunglasses and picked up the microphone.

The first song was a dance track she was preparing to perform on Friday night.

By eliminating the need for dance moves to reduce physical exertion, she can instead focus more on the singing itself.

With more stable breathing and clearer pronunciation, she was surprised to find herself even more relaxed when singing high notes than in the recording studio.

Ding Heng listened quietly, nodding slightly in sync with the rhythm.

After he finished singing, Long He turned to look at him: "How was it?"

"generally."

"That's not all. Can you even understand what I'm saying?"

Long He retorted, dissatisfied: "Why don't you do it?"

"I'll do it."

Ding Heng picked up the microphone and clicked to play an old song.

The original singer was a diva from the 1990s, and this is a version that Long He covered.

The melody is melodious, and the lyrics are heartfelt.

Longhe was surprised to find that his brother had a pretty good voice, with a deep breath and impeccable pitch.

With that face, debuting seems like a sure thing!

"It's alright!"

Ding Heng put down the microphone and raised an eyebrow smugly.

The system improves physical fitness in all aspects, and singing is also a form of body control.

It's fair to say that if he wanted to, he could easily outshine a host of top singers and even reach the level of AI!

"Hmph, just so-so!"

Long He was unconvinced and picked up the microphone again, ready to sing a second song, then a third, a fourth...

She sang one song after another, and it became quite addictive.

This feeling was so long ago, so long ago that she longed for it!

After singing the sixth song, Long He finally felt exhausted.

She put down the microphone, turned around and walked to the sofa, plopped down, and then leaned back, unsuspectingly resting against Ding Heng's shoulder... or rather, into his arms.

Ding Heng raised his hand and naturally put it on Long He's shoulder and arm, without deliberately pulling away, just like when he was a child and put his arm around his brother's shoulder.

Long He closed his eyes and took a few breaths.

"Ding Heng, do you usually come to karaoke with your other buddies?"

"How can it be!"

Ding Heng responded shrewdly: "You're my only good brother!"

Long He opened one eye, his face full of disbelief.

"Who are you trying to fool? Do you usually hire girls to sing with you when you go to karaoke with your best buddies?"

Although I have never had any contact with Longhe, I have vaguely heard of ShangK's reputation.

Do you think I need to?

Ding Heng countered with a question, leaving Long He speechless.

There's really no need for that.

From Zhao Yanxi to Wen Jing, and then to Lin Man and Hua Qing... Take the four that Long He already knows as examples, each one is as beautiful as an angel, with different shapes and sizes, each with their own unique charm.

Ding Heng would only go to a brothel for pleasure if he had nothing better to do.

"Don't overthink it!"

Ding Heng reassured him, "I just had a sudden idea to have my big star brother sing a song for me."

"Isn't it the same at a hotel?"

"The atmosphere is completely different; you can't let loose like you would at a karaoke bar!"

Ding Heng's reasons were plausible, and Long He didn't bother to refute them.

The private room was dimly lit, and the music video on the big screen changed colors, with light and shadow flowing across the faces of the two people.

Perhaps it was the atmosphere, or perhaps it was the amplified emotions after several songs, but Long He suddenly snuggled closer to Ding Heng, glancing at the outline of his chin out of the corner of her eye.

"brother……"

Long He's voice softened slightly, "Do you like listening to me sing?"

"I really like it."

"real or fake?"

Despite being arguably the strongest female singer of the new generation in China, Long He lacks confidence.

"Are you just trying to brush me off?"

"If you don't believe me, I'll show you my phone,"

Ding Heng confidently declared, "My playlist is full of your songs."

Long He laughed out loud, a genuine and heartfelt laugh.

Instead of actually checking Ding Heng's phone, she adjusted her posture and leaned against him more comfortably.

"So, which of my songs do you like the most?"

"First Snow".

"What?"

"Wasn't that written for me?"

Ding Heng's blunt question completely exceeded Long He's expectations.

She suddenly sprang up from his arms, her expression indistinct in the dim light.

The big star started rambling incoherently.

"Stop talking nonsense! That song was just something I wrote randomly! I only wrote it to fill out the album's track count! Who, who wrote it for you! I didn't even think of you at the time! Besides, I wrote about the first snow, which is... the first snow of winter! What does it have to do with you! How can you be so good at patting yourself on the back..."

Ding Heng glanced at his brother's furious reaction, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He didn't refute or explain, but listened quietly to her weak defense, and then sighed softly.

"Alright, alright, I was just being presumptuous."

Long He seemed to sense Ding Heng's disappointment, and his heart clenched.

She wanted to say something to make amends, but she lacked the courage...

Longhe simply stood up again, walked to the coffee table, picked up the microphone, and prepared to sing two more songs to calm his emotions.

The song title popped up on the screen—"First Snow".

As the intro began, she recognized that melody so, so, so much!

Back then, she hadn't received any systematic music theory training and didn't know how to write songs. It took her more than half a year of revisions before the final product was recorded.

The prelude continues, and we've reached the point where the main vocals should begin.

Long He held the microphone to his mouth, his lips moved, but no sound came out.