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

Chen Feng is a slightly chubby guy with a perm, wearing a trendy T-shirt and headphones around his neck.

Surrounded by the three, Bai Ma instinctively shrank her neck, completely unlike her usual boisterous self in front of Ding Heng and Wen Shu.

All three were her classmates at an international school when she first came to Chengdu. Among them, Liao Fang was the closest to her and was also the friend she spent the most money on.

Their families are all quite well-off; otherwise, they wouldn't have gone to the same school as Wenshu.

But what Baima ultimately received was deliberate exclusion and the label of a nouveau riche bumpkin.

Liao Fang, in particular, was definitely the catalyst for Bai Ma's first school transfer.

However, Liao Fang seems to have forgotten what she did to Baima back then, and has started to keep trying to reminisce with Baima, even though she can tell that Baima is very resistant!

Seeing that Baima was not comfortable, Wenshu wanted to go forward to help her out, but Ding Heng held her back.

"Brother-in-law?"

Wen Shu turned around, looking puzzled.

"Let's see."

Ding Heng remained calm and secretly activated his True Sight Eyes.

After chatting for a few minutes, Liao Fang naturally shifted the topic to their respective career development.

She said, seemingly deliberately, "Feng Yan is currently studying at National Singapore University. I don't quite remember her major, but I think it was finance?"

Feng Yan pushed up her glasses: "Yes, Financial Engineering, graduating next year."

"Wow, that's impressive! Chen Feng, what about you? I remember you said you were going to Australia after graduation?"

"Studying business at the University of Sydney."

"That's good, that's good."

Liao Fang then turned to Baima, her smile enigmatic: "Baima, what about you? I heard you went to Xingcheng to study something... uh..."

She paused deliberately, her smile ambiguous.

Bai Ma confessed, "A regular junior college degree."

"Junior college!"

Liao Fang feigned surprise: "Your mother is so rich, why would she send you to a junior college?"

Baima's smile was forced.

Liao Fang then feigned concern: "But things are pretty good now. I heard you're doing self-media? You know, the kind that... shoots short videos, right? That's good too, it's free, you can shoot whatever you want."

Feng Yan chimed in at the opportune moment: "Yeah, I'm quite envious of you. If I dared to show my face online, my parents would definitely break my legs, hahaha."

She laughed easily, but the sarcasm in her words was all too obvious.

Baima lowered her head and remained silent.

Liao Fang then turned to Wen Shu, as if she had just noticed her presence.

"Hello, are you a student from Baima College?"

"No."

Wen Shu's reply was brief and her expression indifferent.

Liao Fang continued, "Is that Baima's relative, and also a Tibetan?"

Wen Shu said coldly, "Who I am is none of your business."

"Bai Ma, your friend is so fierce..."

Finally, Baima forced herself to speak, as if she wanted to use Wen Shu's identity to regain some face.

"Wen Shu is my best friend. She was among the top 20 in the province and got into Peking University."

Wow, that's amazing!

Liao Fang spoke in an exaggerated tone, but then quickly changed the subject.

"To be able to rank in the top 20 in the province, high school must have been really tough, right? Unlike us, we just did things haphazardly and ended up having to study abroad."

"Humph."

Wen Shu let out a contemptuous sneer.

The high school Ding Heng arranged for her in Xingcheng was also an international school, and many of her classmates went abroad. But even those who went to Oxford or Harvard didn't talk as boastfully as Liao Fang.

The three people in front of them were clearly low-level losers in their respective schools. They had finally run into their old classmate Baima and couldn't wait to make their presence known.

"I don't feel bitter; every effort brings a reward."

Wen Shu began to fight back without holding back.

"I heard that the business-related program at the National University of Singapore has low entry requirements. As long as you pay exorbitant tuition fees, it's supposed to offer an international perspective. But frankly, isn't it just a matter of paying money to get in? Will your English be as fluent as the Filipino maids in the student dorms when you graduate?"

Using their parents' money to get a degree abroad, only to come back and still have to rely on family connections to find a job—they're basically bloodsuckers! What, can't find any sense of superiority among their peers, so they have to come and show off when they finally run into an old classmate who's not as good as them?

"you……"

Feng Yan looked embarrassed, completely unprepared for the other party's blunt and unforgiving manner.

Just as she was about to retaliate, Ding Heng, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.

"Liao Fang, right? Isn't your father the general manager of Nanyu Factory?"

Liao Fang was suddenly called out by Ding Heng and was stunned for half a second.

"Hmm? Who are you...?"

"Bai Ma's brother."

Ding Heng's smile was harmless.

Liao Fang glanced at the handsome man in front of her and winked flirtatiously.

Hello, do you know my dad?

"I wouldn't say I know him personally; I've only heard about him from other people."

Ding Heng feigned curiosity: "So, how's your family's factory doing now?"

Liao Fang's smile froze: "Since we don't know each other, why are you concerned about my family?"

Ding Heng sighed, "Your dad's textile factory used to be quite profitable, so he proactively expanded his production lines. But this year, I heard that raw material prices have risen significantly, squeezing profits hard, causing many workers to leave, and with the added impact of tariffs... Is the factory even able to operate normally now?"

"It's...it's alright."

Liao Fang's smile was about to crumble, and her heart was in turmoil.

How could the other party know so much about the family factory?

You should know that this year's business was so bad that her father was unable to afford her studies abroad, so she is still in China right now.

Ding Heng pressed his advantage: "Your dad is quite pitiful too. He lost millions. He should have kept the money to pay wages, so the workers wouldn't be blocking the door every day."

Liao Fang fell completely silent, her face extremely gloomy.

Ding Heng then turned his gaze to Feng Yan and Chen Feng.

"You two are a couple, right? Long-distance relationships are tough, long-distance relationships must be even tougher."

Chen Feng didn't react much, but Feng Yan's expression suddenly changed.

"But when it comes to feelings, you can't be sure! Especially when you're separated by half the Pacific Ocean, anything can happen..."

Ding Heng's tone was initially calm and unhurried, but it suddenly quickened in the next second.

"Fortunately, Feng Yan has an Indian male roommate who can comfort her when needed. Poor Chen Feng, you always save up your living expenses to fly to see her, and every time it's after she's been comforted by her roommate..."

Ding Heng left it at that and didn't continue, but leaving it unsaid was even more embarrassing than saying it outright.

Liao Fang, Feng Yan, and Chen Feng had different expressions on their faces, some embarrassed and some angry. Ding Heng peeled away their previous sense of superiority layer by layer.

They were no longer rational enough to investigate where Ding Heng had learned the inside story, especially Chen Feng, who was completely enraged.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean? It doesn't mean anything. I'm just reminding you to be careful of each other. I heard that the HIV rate in India is quite high."

Chen Feng stood up decisively, clenched his fists, and strode towards Ding Heng.

"You son of a bitch...!"

Ding Heng had no intention of dodging and stomped his right foot hard on the cabin floor.

The ship tilted suddenly.

The painted boats on the river were not large to begin with, and their balance was not as stable as that of large ships. When Ding Heng stepped on it, the entire boat capsized violently to the left.

Chen Feng was already unsteady, and when the boat tilted, he lost his balance and plunged into the river.

Liao Fang and Feng Yan were also thrown about by the tilting of the boat. In their panic, they tried to grab the gunwale, but their hands missed and they fell into the water with a "plop".

As the boat tilted, Ding Heng grabbed Wen Shu with one hand and lifted Bai Ma with the other, securing the two of them firmly in their seats.

The river was rushing and splashing as the three people struggled and thrashed about in it.

"Help! Help me... glug glug."

Rescue workers on the shore finally noticed the situation, rushed over from the dock and jumped into the water, pulling the three people from the river to the stone steps on the shore.

The three of them were soaked to the bone, panting heavily, and in a sorry state.

The boatman steadied the pleasure boat again, his face grim. After all, if something happened to the tourists on board, he would be the one whose money was deducted.

The next second, a notification sound came from WeChat indicating that 2000 yuan had been deposited into my account.

Ding Heng said, "Master, please come ashore. Consider this money as compensation for you."

"Uh... thank you."

The boatman quickly did as instructed, secretly relieved.

After getting ashore, Ding Heng returned to the three of them, looking quite interested.

"You people look down on this and that, but frankly, it's nothing more than extreme inferiority complex. When Baima first transferred to your school, you were probably very resentful, thinking, 'How come a country bumpkin who can't even speak Mandarin properly has a family richer than yours?'"

Baima followed half a step behind Ding Heng, head bowed and silent.

Wen Shu and her brother took turns standing up for her, but she felt no joy whatsoever.