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

Ding Heng gave a perfunctory response.

Ding Heng was quite satisfied with the two girls' attitude of trying different ways to please themselves.

But after a few years, he has run out of words and can no longer offer any more praise.

"Humph!"

Zhao Yanxi didn't argue with Ding Heng and happily ran out the door.

As with countless dates in the past, the three of them played around until the afternoon, and finally decided to go to the nearby Chujiang Hotel to have dinner at the hotel's Chinese restaurant.

Back then, the three of them met at a comic convention and then stayed at a hotel for almost two years.

For Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing, the hotel could even be considered their first "home" in this city.

The Chinese restaurant manager had been replaced, but because of the system's setting for Lord Ding Heng, he still came over from afar and politely arranged for the three of them to sit in a private room.

While waiting for her food, Zhao Yanxi looked around at the familiar furnishings of the restaurant and exclaimed, "Time flies! It's been three years since my first visit here."

"yes……"

Wenjing echoed, "It feels like it was just yesterday."

"Xiao Jingjing, do you remember why we went to the comic convention that time?"

"It was all your doing! You even made me wear those weird clothes!"

"Don't say that. Didn't you think it was fun back then?"

"No way!"

"Tough mouth!"

"no!"

……

Ding Heng picked up his teacup and watched the two girls bickering with doting eyes.

Suddenly, Zhao Yanxi changed the subject and turned her attention to someone.

She gritted her teeth: "But speaking of which, comic conventions really aren't good places. Every time we go, we get targeted by bad guys! It's infuriating!"

"Bad thing?"

Ding Heng put down his teacup: "Who was that clinging to that bad thing just now, crying and begging for mercy?"

Zhao Yanxi said shamelessly, "Are you talking about Xiao Jingjing? She was indeed a bit embarrassing just now, she couldn't even last five minutes!"

"I'm better than you!"

Wenjing instinctively tried to refute, but then the words caught in her throat.

The door to the private room was pushed open, and a waiter brought out two Australian lobsters.

Please enjoy your meal.

Wenjing shut her mouth and pretended to pick up the shrimp claws to start peeling the shells.

After the waiter left the private room, Zhao Yanxi's eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had thought of a brilliant idea.

"Hey, Brother Ding Heng,"

She leaned towards Ding Heng: "Do you think we should dig out those two cosplay outfits from back then and wear them again?"

Ding Heng chewed on the shrimp meat, and upon hearing this, he raised his hand and tapped her on the head.

"Take a break, haven't you been fed enough this morning?"

"slightly……"

Zhao Yanxi stuck out her tongue, made a funny face, and then continued to ask.

Are you free tomorrow?

"There should be one during the day, but Longhe has a match tonight."

"That's perfect!"

Zhao Yanxi decisively suggested, "There's another comic convention nearby tomorrow during the day, let's go check it out."

Is it necessary?

"Absolutely necessary!"

Excitement gleamed in Zhao Yanxi's eyes.

"Let's go play some more! And..."

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, her lips curving slightly upward.

"There's a surprise!"

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The next morning, long queues formed early at the entrance of the Xingcheng International Convention and Exhibition Center.

Young men and women dressed in various cosplay outfits, photography enthusiasts carrying long lenses and tripods, and ordinary anime fans who simply came to join in the fun.

Ding Heng stood at the end of the line with his camera bag on his back, quietly watching the two girls in front of him.

Zhao Yanxi wore a snow-white magician's robe, held a wooden staff, and had long, light purple hair hanging down.

Philon in "The Burial of Frilian".

Wenjing followed beside her, her long silver hair tied into twin ponytails, her pointed ears peeking out from between her strands of hair; she was naturally cosplaying as Frilian herself.

In terms of height, the two are actually quite a good match for the original work, the only out-of-character moment is...

Ding Heng's gaze swept over Wen Jing's chest, where Frilian had longed for her lifelong dream!

After entering the venue, the three of them did not wander around aimlessly.

With a clear goal in mind, Zhao Yanxi headed straight for the east side of the venue and finally arrived at a booth with a banner that read "Jointly produced by Shida Hanfu Club and Anime Club".

The booth was set up with great care, with folding tables covered with homemade club merchandise and a lucky draw wheel nearby.

Behind the booth were seven or eight young people, most of whom were dressed in various Hanfu (traditional Han clothing), and a few were cosplaying anime characters with Chinese style themes.

In the center of the stall, Hua Yue, dressed in a white, high-waisted ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), directed everyone's work in an orderly manner.

Turning around, he saw Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing, who had come to visit without permission.

Hua Yue was startled at first, then narrowed her eyes and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"Hey, what's the wind blowing today? Who are you two?"

Zhao Yanxi rolled her eyes, walked around the table to her side, and put her arm around her shoulder.

"Didn't you say you'd be best friends forever in high school? You don't even recognize me anymore?"

"Good sister?"

Hua Yue retorted sharply, "You two live in mansions, drive luxury cars, buy luxury goods every day, and travel all over the world. I can't afford to be your match! To put it bluntly, I feel like there's already a racial divide between us."

"Cut yours!"

Zhao Yanxi chuckled, reached out and gently tickled Hua Yue's waist twice.

Hua Yue almost lost her balance: "Hey, hey, hey... don't..."

"Still being sarcastic? Still being racially prejudiced?"

"No, no... I was wrong... Hahaha... Stop it, stop it, my classmates in the club are all watching!"

Hua Yue steadied herself against the table to catch her breath, then turned and glared at Zhao Yanxi. Just as she was about to retort, she noticed that Zhao Yanxi's expression was also a little off.

The other person had an unnatural flush on their face, and their breathing was more rapid than usual.

Wenjing, standing to the side, kept her head down and remained silent, her lips slightly pursed, as if she was trying hard to control herself.

"Business has been good lately, hasn't it?"

Zhao Yanxi took half a step back, her tone remaining normal.

"There's no such thing as business or not business,"

Hua Yue shrugged: "I'm doing this to make our school's Hanfu club shine. I won't be the president after summer vacation, so this is the last time I'll organize an event. I have to leave a good reputation."

Zhao Yanxi's lips twitched. How could she not understand Hua Yue?

Those exquisitely crafted Hanfu were mostly custom-made from Hua Yue's tailor shop.

Hua Yue is probably making a fortune off the difference between the group's purchase price and the market price.

To leave a good reputation? And then make a big profit at the end!

"Oh, brother-in-law is here too?"

Hua Yue finally spotted Ding Heng and deliberately raised her voice by half a tone: "Where's my sister? Did she go back to Xingcheng too?"

"Your sister has a performance to do and is busy preparing for next week's competition."

Ding Heng stepped forward slowly and deliberately said, "Speaking of which, the costume bidding for her next stage play hasn't been finalized yet. Do you think I should talk to her director?"

Hua Yue's expression changed drastically in an instant.

"Don't do that, brother-in-law!"

She rushed out from behind the stall, her smile ten times more genuine.

“Tell my sister, we shouldn’t let good things go to outsiders! We’re family, so let’s not be so formal! If my sister’s stage play costumes are handled by someone in the family, I guarantee the price will be fair, the quality will be excellent, and the production schedule will be on time!”

Why are you suddenly being so polite?

"I was just joking with my brother-in-law!"

Hua Yue was chatting and joking with a few people when a girl suddenly ran over and whispered in Hua Yue's ear.

"A few new members have come to the club president's side. They say they are freshmen from the Normal University and want to learn about our club in advance. If possible, they will join us when the semester starts."

Hua Yue's eyes lit up after hearing this.

New life? New business!

"You guys go ahead and look around, I'll go and look after them."