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

Especially since Hunan University, Hunan Normal University, and Central South University are close to each other, students sometimes jokingly refer to them collectively as "Yuelu Mountain University".

Zhao Yanxi is at Central South University, and Hua Yue is at Hunan Normal University. The two of them and Wen Jing had made an appointment to have a "start-of-school dinner" together.

Ding Heng parked his car in front of the Hubei Normal University apartment building, got out, and walked towards the milk tea shop across the street.

As you push open the door to the store, the wind chimes on the door ring out.

Zhao Yanxi rushed over and hugged Wenjing tightly: "Little Jingjing, my little Jingjing, I missed you so much! Did you miss me too?"

Wenjing was a little dazed from being hugged, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved up: "Yanxi... stop messing around."

Zhao Yanxi led her inside. On the table sat an unopened cup of milk tea, its label on the sealing film reading: "Less ice, 30% sugar, with coconut jelly."

"Here you go, remember you like this."

"Thanks……"

Wenjing picked up the milk tea and thanked them softly.

Ding Heng glanced at what was in front of him, raised an eyebrow, and said in a deliberately annoyed tone, "So I'm the only one who doesn't have it?"

Zhao Yanxi let out an affected "Ouch!" and covered her mouth.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"

She quickly handed him her cup, her eyes innocent: "I'll give you mine back, there's still half left!"

Ding Heng looked at the milk tea that Zhao Yanxi handed him; there was still a faint lip print on the straw.

He didn't mind and took a sip.

Zhao Yanxi asked with a beaming smile, "Is it good?"

"Hmm...it's alright, but didn't I say I wanted orange flavor?"

"Oh dear, I feel bad with so many people around. Maybe next time."

……

Wenjing stared blankly at the interaction between the two, only half understanding what they were saying.

What's this orange flavor? Is it milk tea?

Why would I feel embarrassed?

She felt utterly powerless and couldn't understand it.

He could only sip his milk tea in a huff, biting the straw unhappily.

Only Hua Yue saw things clearly.

She had just reminded Zhao Yanxi, "Aren't you going to order Ding Heng a drink?"

This girl kept saying "No need, no need," clearly she had it all planned out.

Ding Heng put down his milk tea: "What are we having for dinner? Haven't decided yet?"

"I'm waiting for someone."

"Who?"

"Hua Yue's older sister!"

Zhao Yanxi pointed to Hua Yue: "Her cousin. She's a senior at the School of Music and Dance at Hunan Normal University. She was very busy with rehearsals for the freshman welcome party today, so she was delayed for a while, but she'll be here soon."

She had barely finished speaking—

"Hua Yue!"

A voice came from afar, and Ding Heng subconsciously looked up.

That sound...

How to describe it.

In terms of voice, both Wenjing and Zhao Yanxi are outstanding among girls.

Wenjing is soft and sweet, while Zhao Yanxi is crisp and lively.

But this sound—

It was like a clear, melodious bird song suddenly ringing out in a vast valley.

It is melodious and ethereal, with a lingering echo that penetrates straight into people's hearts.

Ding Heng turned his head to look.

A girl was running over.

She wore Miao-style dance costumes, her silver headdress shimmering in the sunset, and a few strands of silver chains hanging from her forehead, swaying gently as she ran.

The dark blue, short-sleeved jacket was embroidered with intricate, colorful patterns, revealing a slender waist.

The skirt is a series of pleated layers, with silver ornaments adorning the hem, jingling as she runs.

But what truly captivates the eye is her face.

Like Zhao Yanxi, the girl has a face that is almost flawless.

Her eyebrows and eyes are gentle and graceful, with a touch of the charm of classical Chinese paintings of ladies.

She has a straight nose, beautiful lips, and a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth that holds a faint smile.

Her skin was fair, like the finest mutton fat jade, with a warm, lustrous sheen.

What's most special about her is her temperament.

Despite wearing brightly colored ethnic costumes, she exudes a quiet and elegant aura, as if she stepped out of an ancient painting.

She ran up to him, slightly out of breath, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

"Sorry sorry."

The voice was closer and more real than before, and its clear and ethereal quality was even more pronounced: "The rehearsal lasted a while."

Hua Yue stood up: "Sister!"

The girl reached out and ruffled her hair naturally, with the doting affection typical of an older sister.

Then she turned to the other three, her smile bright.

"Hello, my name is Hua Qing, and I'm Hua Yue's cousin. I'm a few years older than you, but if you don't mind, you can just call me senior. We're all family here at the foot of Yuelu Mountain."

Zhao Yanxi exclaimed in surprise, "Hua Yue, is this really your sister? She doesn't look like you at all!"

Hua Yue glared at her, annoyed: "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, your sister is practically a Miao ethnic saint, and you're like a maidservant serving her..."

"Zhao Yanxi!!!"

The two girls started laughing and joking.

Hua Yue has an ordinary appearance; the kind that you wouldn't notice in a crowd.

Hua Qing—is indeed too outstanding!

The refinement of her facial features is even comparable to that of Zhao Yanxi.

But their temperaments are completely different.

Simply put, Zhao Yanxi is like a rose in the sunlight, vibrant and beautiful.

Hua Qing is more like an orchid under the moon, quiet and elegant.

"Hello, senior, my name is Ding Heng."

Ding Heng stepped forward and introduced himself.

"Hello."

Hua Qing's response was polite, courteous, and distant.

Wenjing stepped forward and whispered, "Hello, senior, my name is Wenjing."

When Hua Qing looked at Wen Jing, her gaze softened considerably.

"Hua Yue mentioned you to me."

"Mention...mention me?"

She said you were the cutest girl she had ever met.

"Yeah……"

Wenjing scratched her head shyly.

Ding Heng keenly sensed Hua Qing's differential treatment, but didn't pay much attention to it, simply assuming that she wasn't good at dealing with the opposite sex.

After a brief warm greeting, Hua Qing apologized again: "I'm sorry, I might have to trouble you to wait a little longer, I need to go back to my dorm to change my clothes."

After saying that, Hua Qing turned and walked towards the apartment.

Suddenly, Ding Heng noticed that she paused slightly and her steps were noticeably unsteady.

Especially when her left foot lands, her brows always furrow slightly, as if she is forcibly enduring something.

Ding Heng withdrew his gaze and did not delve into it further.

Hua Yue had already started chatting with Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing.

"Let me tell you, my sister is a dance fanatic!"

"Martial arts fanatic! Your sister practices martial arts?"

"Let's dance!"

"Oh...is she that good?"

"of course."

Hua Yue raised an eyebrow and began to tell her story.

"You know my family situation, right? My father and my uncle started out in the business of opera costumes. It wasn't until the business grew that they started taking on all kinds of custom-made clothing."

In the early 2000s, my uncle married my aunt, who was a Miao ethnic minority and was the lead dancer in the art troupe at the Fenghuang Scenic Area.

So, influenced by my aunt, my sister had a foundation in folk dance from a young age.