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

"So you called me to brag that you got a ticket?"

"That's not what I meant!"

Baima quickly denied it.

"You didn't mean it that way, but your tone betrayed you."

Wen Shu said irritably, "Alright, alright, I know. You're a full member now. Congratulations! I'm hanging up. I need to write my thesis."

"Don't hang up, don't hang up, don't hang up..."

Baima called out to her repeatedly, "I haven't finished speaking yet."

"Is there anything else?"

"I've noticed something, my brother seems to really like..."

Baima nestled into the sofa, hugged the cushions to her chest, and began to recount the general events of last night's play-house game.

Why are you telling me this?

"Do you think I should be more cooperative in the future?"

"..."

"And Sister Lin Man told me last night that Sister Yan hope and Sister Wen Jing have played sisters before..."

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone; even breathing stopped.

Baima took the phone away from her ear to check, confirming that the call was still going on, before putting it back to her ear.

"Hello? Wenshu? Are you still there?"

Wen Shu's voice finally rang out again.

"Pema".

"Ok?"

Why are you telling me all this?

"I feel uncomfortable keeping it all inside, so I just want to talk to someone..."

"Then you shouldn't have told me!"

Wen Shu interrupted, her head throbbing with helplessness: "This is your private matter... How am I supposed to talk to you about this? If I take it to heart, it's not appropriate; if I don't take it to heart, you'll take it all to heart!"

Bai Ma pouted: "Just don't take it to heart. Just forget about it after you hang up."

"You make it sound so simple!"

Wen Shu almost gritted her teeth: "Do you know that you're mentally polluting me?"

If it were someone else, Baima probably wouldn't have mentioned it.

But when they went on trips, Wen Shu always accompanied her as a third wheel, and she even overheard a lot of things she shouldn't have, so Bai Ma didn't care anymore.

"roll!"

Wen Shu angrily hung up the phone.

Baima was quite puzzled when she heard the busy tone coming from her phone.

Why did Wen Shu react so strongly?

Peking University student dormitories.

Wen Shu tossed her phone onto the table, took off her glasses, rubbed the bridge of her nose, took a deep breath, and turned her gaze back to the laptop screen.

Her fingers hovered above the keyboard, motionless for a good ten seconds, then she withdrew her hand, picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, and put it down again.

She glanced at her phone, then at her thesis.

"Mental pollution..."

She forced herself to concentrate, typing three words and then deleting them, then typing two more and deleting them again.

Finally, push the keyboard forward, lean back, and look up at the ceiling.

"Bai Ma, you really are..."

She complained under her breath, then sighed deeply, sat up straight again, pulled the keyboard back, and began typing one word at a time.

She would tap for a while and then stop, as if some uncontrollable images were popping into her mind, and she had to shake her head vigorously each time to continue.

After much procrastination, I finally finished my homework.

Wen Shu took out her phone again and subconsciously opened a chat window that was pinned to the top. The last time they communicated was right after the summer vacation ended.

Finally, she made up her mind.

[Lucky Little Shu]: Brother-in-law, a friend of mine invited me to a comic convention during the National Day holiday.

[Lucky Little Shu]: I want to get my sister to do cosplay with me, can you help me convince her?

[Lucky Little Shu]: I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to practice my photography skills.

After an unknown amount of time, Ding Heng's reply finally arrived.

[Ding Heng]: You're going to train me or I'll train you?

[Lucky Little Lady]: Either way is fine...

[Ding Heng]: How about we practice our skills with your sister?

[Lucky Little Shu]: Will my sister agree?

【Lucky Little Shu】: [Little Rabbit Feeling Guilty.jpg]

Ding Heng: [Evil grin.jpg]

[Ding Heng]: She had no choice but to agree.

Chapter 341: Finding Inspiration for My Brother

Star City.

Ding Heng kept chewing, his eyes never leaving his phone screen.

Wenjing picked up another piece of fruit and held it to Ding Heng's lips, glancing at his phone as she did so.

"Who are you chatting with? Why are you laughing so happily?"

Ding Heng opened his mouth to catch it, but mumbled incoherently.

"My dear sister."

"Pema?"

Wenjing put down her chopsticks: "She's still reluctant to part with you."

"Of course!"

"Oh……"

Wenjing didn't ask any more questions and picked up another piece of mango.

"Is my newly developed mango coconut milk jelly al dente? If you like it, let's add another dessert to the menu."

Ding Heng put down his phone, scooped a spoonful into his mouth, and gave Wen Jing a thumbs-up in an exaggerated manner.

"In a word, absolutely brilliant! I shouldn't have opened a coffee shop for Zhao Yanxi in the first place. If I had opened a dessert shop for you, you would have made a fortune."

Wenjing was quite embarrassed by the man's teasing and lowered her head to fiddle with the small spoon in her hand.

"Can you be serious for once... I was just trying it out casually."

"I'm quite serious!"

Ding Heng scooped up another spoonful and put it in his mouth, his expression serious: "How about we open a shop for you now? Is it still possible? We can use Zhao Yanxi's existing storefront?"

"Ding Heng..."

The little rabbit got annoyed by the teasing.

Another pair of hands reached down from above and picked up the last piece of coconut milk jelly from the plate.

Lin Man also made an exaggerated expression.

"Wow, the boss is right! Xiao Jingjing, your skills are amazing... If you really open a shop, I'll invest!"

Wenjing's ears turned red as the two teased her in turn, and she muttered, "You guys just know how to make fun of me."

She lowered her head and pretended to tidy up the fruit plate on the coffee table, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

Ding Heng stopped there, pinched Wenjing's waist, and smoothly changed the subject.

"I've been away for a week, and you've been home alone most of the time?"

"Ah."

Wenjing informed her, "Yan hope went back to Zhuzhou, saying she was planning her parents' trip to Hong Kong and stayed at home for several days."

Ding Heng asked directly, "Regarding Yan hope's parents, do you feel it's unfair?"

Wenjing shook her head, her tone serious: "No way...you've never mistreated me."

Ding Heng applied a little pressure to Wen Jing's lower back as a gesture of reassurance.

For the two sisters, Wenjing and Wenshu, their original families were basically in a state of semi-separation, maintaining only the most basic dignity, which saved Ding Heng a lot of trouble.

A few seconds later, Ding Heng asked again, "How's Yan Xina's coffee shop doing lately?"

"Hmm... it will be completely shut down around the end of the month, but..."

Wenjing's expression showed some hesitation, as if she was wondering whether to continue speaking.

"But what?"

“I checked Yan hope’s accounts for the recent period, and I feel like… something is not quite right. There are a few expenditures that don’t match the categories. The amounts are small, but the start and end dates are a bit coincidental.”

"rest assured!"

Lin Man sat down on the other side of Ding Heng, crossed her legs, and said, "I've already hired a professional accountant to clean up the mess. Su Wan's attempts to be clever will only lead to her own demise. I've already had someone call the police. She's hiding now, but it's only a matter of time before she's found."

Ding Heng nodded, his expression completely unchanged.