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

Later, my uncle used his connections to get my sister studied with many teachers—Yue Opera, Peking Opera, classical dance, ballet… she was a jack-of-all-trades, mastering a smattering of skills.

"Amazing, amazing!"

Zhao Yanxi readily agreed, saying, "No wonder, I could tell your cousin's demeanor was extraordinary."

"Of course!"

Hua Yue proudly raised her chin: "My sister won the Lotus Award Gold Medal. What was their dance called back then... 'Asking the Sword and the Heavens'? She was the lead dancer!"

Wenjing blinked: "The Lotus Award...is it that impressive?"

Hua Yue smugly chuckled, "Let's put it this way: with this award, you can easily get a guaranteed postgraduate admission to any dance academy in the country, and you'll most likely be able to stay on as a professor."

Wenjing didn't quite understand, but she still nodded obediently and let out an exaggerated "Wow!"

Seeing that she couldn't explain it clearly, Hua Yue simply took out her phone, swiped a few times, and handed it over.

"See for yourselves."

In the video, the stage lights dimmed.

A spotlight shone on the center.

A woman dressed in plain white Hanfu stands with her back to the camera.

Her long hair was loose, held up only by a simple hairband.

The wide sleeves hung down, and the hem of the garment fluttered gently in the breeze on the stage.

She held a long sword in her hand, the tip of which touched the ground.

The music is ringing.

The sounds of the guqin, the xiao, and the faint strains of war drums filled the air.

She moved.

The starting stance is to slowly raise the tip of the sword.

With light steps, her skirt spread out like flowing clouds.

Her movements were slow, each posture seemingly stretched out by time. Her arms stretched out, her waist twisted, and the sword's edge sliced ​​through the air, leaving invisible traces.

But within that slowness lies an astonishing sense of power.

Suddenly, the music sped up.

The drumbeats intensified, and the piano music was like tearing silk.

Her movements quickened accordingly.

Sword dance.

It's not the kind of dance that's flashy or technically impressive.

It is a dance that truly carries the intent of swordsmanship.

Thrust, flick, chop, slash—every movement is clean and crisp, yet graceful.

Her wide sleeves fluttered with her movements, like the wings of a white crane spreading out.

As the music reached its climax, she began to spin on the stage.

Her skirt swirls open like a lotus flower, her long hair scatters in the wind, and the light of the sword weaves a silver net around her.

Spin.

Spin.

Spin.

The drumbeats grew denser, the piano notes rose higher, and she spun faster and faster!

then.

Stopped abruptly.

She froze.

With the final sword thrust towards the sky, his body leaned back slightly, his other hand stretched out at his side, and his sleeves fell down like clouds that had finally settled.

Her face was slightly raised, her eyes gazing into the endless void.

The lights poured down from above, enveloping her in a soft halo.

As the video ended, Ding Heng let out a long sigh of relief.

He doesn't understand dance, techniques, or choreography.

But he could still feel the connection to the scene he had just witnessed.

The woman holding a long sword seemed to stand alone, detached from the world.

A dancer unlike any other human.

A cold and aloof sword immortal, seemingly severing all emotional ties and delusions.

Holding a sword, I question the heavens and earth; facing calamity, I prove the Great Dao.

Before ascending to heaven, he left one last moment to look back at the mortal realm...

Chapter 57: The Fairy's Mission

At the apartment entrance, Hua Qing, already dressed in casual clothes, came out.

Simple casual sweatpants paired with a pure black fitted T-shirt accentuate a slender waist and upright shoulder line.

Her long hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, and her clean face was without any makeup, yet she was even more captivating than when she was wearing the gorgeous Miao costume.

She walked up to the crowd and gave an apologetic smile.

"How about we have some barbecue? It's on me."

"Go, go, go!"

Zhao Yanxi was the first to raise her hand, and everyone else followed suit, laughing and joking as they walked out.

Hua Qing and Hua Yue walked side by side, while Zhao Yanxi, arm in arm with Wen Jing, chatted incessantly.

Ding Heng lagged half a step behind, silently following behind the four girls.

After turning a corner, Zhao Yanxi suddenly slowed down and stopped next to Ding Heng.

"Brother Ding Heng."

"Ok?"

Have you noticed that Sister Hua Qing isn't very enthusiastic towards you?

Ding Heng asked with a smile, "Did Hua Yue tell her sister about me, Wenjing, and you as gossip?"

Zhao Yanxi's eyes widened: "How did you know?!"

Ding Heng analyzed, "From the moment we met until now, she hasn't asked me about my background or my relationship with you. This means she already knows, and... feels it would be awkward to say it out loud."

Zhao Yanxi chuckled twice, defending her best friend: "Hua Yue is always gossiping, don't mind her, I'll talk to her about it later!"

"fine."

Ding Heng sighed, feigning sadness: "So what if I was misunderstood as a scumbag by a pretty senior? I'm not sad at all."

Zhao Yanxi looked at his face, which seemed to say, "I'm very sad, but I won't say it," and couldn't help but laugh.

The two were chatting idly and intimately when they suddenly heard Hua Yue shout from ahead.

"Yan hope!"

The two looked up at the same time.

The three girls in front of them had stopped walking at some point and were turning around to look at them.

Zhao Yanxi immediately composed herself and put on a serious face.

"Here it comes!"

She quickened her pace and caught up with the three people in front of her.

Ding Heng lagged behind by a step and slowly caught up.

As he passed by Wenjing, he felt a gaze fall upon him.

It's very light.

But it remained there, carrying a strong smell of vinegar.

Wenjing was just walking with Zhao Yanxi.

Her best friend linked arms with her, chatting enthusiastically about summer vacation, saying she missed her, and that they could finally see each other more often after school started.

But before he knew it... he went to find Ding Heng.

Under the streetlights, two people walked side by side.

Zhao Yanxi tilted her head back and said something, while Ding Heng listened with his head slightly lowered.

They were very close, close enough that she could see the smile on Zhao Yanxi's face and the curve of Ding Heng's lips.

What did they say?

She can't hear.

But she noticed that Zhao Yanxi's ears had turned red.

Something tugged at Wenjing's heart.

It doesn't hurt.

I just... gave it a little squeeze.

She knew that Zhao Yanxi and Ding Heng had nothing going on.

No, maybe there is something, but Zhao Yanxi said it was fair competition.

But she just wasn't feeling well.