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

That fair face, always carrying a hint of timidity.

Those clean eyes, always hiding something in them.

This little white rabbit is too innocent and naive.

She actually dared to abandon her family and choose to unconditionally trust a stranger she had only known for less than two months.

Although personality and family factors pushed her to this point.

But it was ultimately a high-stakes gamble.

Ding Heng suddenly grabbed Wen Jing's hand, startling her so much that she trembled slightly and turned to look at him.

The man's hands were large and warm, completely enveloping her hands in his palms.

"Quiet".

Ding Heng called her name, his tone solemn.

Wenjing's heart skipped a beat.

What was Ding Heng going to say?

A promise? An instruction? A confession?

Various possibilities flashed through her mind until Ding Heng spoke.

"The noodles this morning were too salty."

Wenjing was stunned.

one second.

two seconds.

Then she said "Oh" again.

A warm feeling welled up in my heart, along with a touch of indescribable joy.

"I'll be more careful next time..."

"We don't know when the next time will be."

Ding Heng released his grip and started the car.

"I'll probably be eating at the school cafeteria from now on. Perfect, what do you want to eat later?"

"Hmm... I heard there's a good pancake place near Hunan University."

"I'm a grown man, I can't just eat pancakes all the time, can I?"

"I'll share half of mine with you, since I don't eat much anyway."

……

The two chatted idly about the possible mundane daily life in the future.

The car drove out of the residential area and merged into the traffic.

Sunlight streamed in through the windshield, warming the entire carriage.

In a daze, a road appeared before Wenjing's eyes again.

Tree-lined paths, red brick walls, students coming and going carrying books.

She and Ding Heng walked side by side under the sycamore tree.

The wind blew the fallen leaves down, swirling them as they landed at their feet.

This time, however, she didn't need to wait.

Everything is within reach!

My Sword Immortal Girlfriend!

Chapter 55: The First Day of School

September sunlight filtered through the gaps in the sycamore leaves, casting shimmering patches of light on the ground.

Ding Heng drove around for almost twenty minutes before finally finding a parking space in a remote corner.

Wenjing sat in the passenger seat, nervously watching the new students coming and going outside the window.

"Let's go."

"Oh……"

The two got out of the car, went around to the trunk to take out their luggage, and walked to the freshman registration area.

The campus was packed with people.

Senior students holding up banners for student clubs, volunteers holding up signs, and groups of freshmen and their parents.

After completing the registration and receiving the campus card and dormitory key, Ding Heng escorted Wen Jing to the girls' dormitory building.

Parents said goodbye to their daughters at the door, and the new students dragged their suitcases into the building. The dormitory supervisor sat behind a small table by the door, checking information one by one.

Ding Heng placed the luggage at Wen Jing's feet.

"Can you handle it yourself?"

Wenjing nodded, and Ding Heng continued to give instructions.

"When you meet new classmates, be polite, greet them, and introduce yourself. Don't keep your head down."

"Ah."

"Don't touch your roommate's things, and be sure to keep your own things safe!"

"Ah."

"Never be a pushover and agree to every request someone makes."

"Ah."

"If you can't find the place, ask the dorm manager or your classmates. Don't just look for it on your own."

"Ah."

"Call me if anything happens, don't keep it to yourself."

"Ah."

Ding Heng paused.

Did I say too much?

Wenjing looked up at him, tilting her head slightly.

"It seems like there's a bit too much..."

Ding Heng was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was an elderly father who had come to see his daughter off.

"Okay, then I won't say anything more. Let's go up."

"Ah."

Wenjing dragged her suitcase into the building.

Ding Heng stood there, watching the girl's figure disappear into the corridor, before turning and heading towards the men's dormitory.

He carried his few belongings, climbed to the fourth floor, and pushed open the door to room 412.

There were already people inside.

The bed by the window was covered with brand-new bedding, and a boy with a buzz cut and dark skin was squatting on the floor packing his things.

Hearing the door open, the boy looked up, grinned, and showed off his white teeth: "Hey! You're here!"

Ding Heng smiled and said, "Hello, my name is Ding Heng, I'm a local."

"Qian Pu, from Hainan Island."

The boy stood up and dusted off his hands: "I came by plane. My mom practically wanted to stuff the whole house into my suitcase."

He pointed to the huge suitcase on the ground, which was indeed bulging and about to burst open.

Wow, so much fruit!

"These are all local specialties from my hometown, would you like to try some?"

Ding Heng didn't stand on ceremony, took a mango, walked to another empty bed, and began tidying up.

I had just smoothed out the sheets when the door was pushed open again.

A tall, thin boy wearing black-rimmed glasses poked half his head in, scanned the room to confirm the door number, and then dragged his suitcase in.

Hello, hello.

He adjusted his glasses and said in a refined tone, "My name is Chen Mo, from Suzhou."

Qian Pu had finished packing and asked curiously, "Brother, are you all from the School of Journalism and Communication too?"

Chen Mo nodded and looked at Ding Heng: "What about you?"

"Of course, otherwise we wouldn't be in the same dorm room."

Ding Heng exchanged a glance with the two men and sighed simultaneously.

Due to the development of self-media, and with a certain internet celebrity adding fuel to the fire, "news" has completely cooled down in the past two years.

Those who dare to apply for this major either have connections at home or received courage from Fish Leong.

The door was pushed open again.

The boy who came in this time was quite tall, slightly chubby, with a round face and a smiling face. He was carrying a plastic bag containing several bottles of drinks.

"Oh, everyone's here! Come on, have some water, it's hot."

He extended his hand familiarly: "Liu Chiwang, a man from Northeast China, don't mind the accent!"

The inherent humor of Northeastern dialect amused the other three.