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

Longhe kicked Ding Heng under the table. Ding Heng didn't say anything, but secretly took away her favorite sticker.

The last two kids chased each other all over the house over a few stickers, ignoring everyone's attempts to stop them.

More than twenty years have passed, and the two men's identities have changed drastically, yet they remain restless even while sitting under the table.

However, the content of the commotion now is completely different from that of when I was a child.

Yang Sijie found it both funny and somewhat poignant.

She used to worry that her daughter was too stubborn and clueless about relationships, and that she would end up spending her whole life alone.

Now that she has finally come to terms with her feelings, she has to quarrel with Ding Heng again.

Two children who grew up together suddenly realize that they are no longer just brothers, but they don't know what to do next.

However, it seems that things haven't really escalated to the point of a real breakup.

Long He really didn't want to talk to anyone. He wouldn't have held a special meeting to call Ding Heng over, much less let the man fool around under the table for so long.

Yang Sijie looked away, pretending not to have noticed anything.

The meeting continued.

When it was the investors' turn to speak, everyone's eyes turned to Ding Heng.

Ding Heng did not rush to express his opinion, but instead looked at Long He.

He asked, "Are you in such a hurry to start a tour because you're afraid the hype from the championship will die down, or do you really want to sing?"

Long He was slightly taken aback; she had originally thought Ding Heng would directly ask about the budget and profits.

"All."

Long He didn't give a perfunctory answer; he answered seriously.

"The hype is an opportunity, and I definitely want to seize it. But even without this championship, I still want to do a tour."

In previous years, the company arranged many things for my concerts, including what to sing, how to sing it, and where to hold it. I actually had very little say. Now I have my own team and my own songs, and I want to do a complete concert according to my own ideas.

Ding Heng nodded and closed the plan in his hand.

"I'll listen to you!"

Three words: crisp and concise.

"As for the specific schedule and number of shows, Aunt Yang, Sister Zeng, and the production team are more professional than me, so I won't get involved."

Ding Heng said naturally, "Once the budget is ready, just hand it over to Lin Man for review. Just one thing: don't lower the stage standards to chase the hype, and don't cram a whole year's worth of work into a few months."

Long He realized Ding Heng's concerns and retorted in a low voice, "My health isn't that bad."

"I didn't say you were in poor health."

Ding Heng said in a doting tone, "Investors have to ensure that their artists' voices can generate income in the long run, right?"

He was initially touched, but the last sentence made Longhe roll his eyes in annoyance.

"Understood, Mr. Ding."

"Miss Long, you're too kind."

The two were very polite to each other, and no one could find fault with them at first glance.

But everyone present knew in their hearts that the relationship between the investor and the artist was almost like a melodramatic soap opera!

The subsequent discussion did not last long.

The final decision was to first refine the domestic first-round plan, while simultaneously conducting overseas site visits. The specific number of overseas sessions will be determined after the production team reassesses the situation.

The meeting ended, and everyone got up and left one after another.

Yang Sijie tidied up the documents: "Longhe."

"what happened?"

"You see Xiao Ding off."

"No delivery."

Long He retorted stubbornly, "How could an adult like him get lost in a hotel?"

"You invited them."

Yang Sijie left only one sentence before turning around and leaving with her assistant.

The door closed, leaving only the two people in the meeting room.

Ding Heng reminded her, "You should take your foot off now, Miss Long."

Long He immediately looked down at Ding Heng's leather shoes, where his own footprints were visible.

"Serves you right."

She snorted and tried to stomp on it before moving it away.

Ding Heng got up and stretched a bit: "Brother, your leg strength has improved."

"Who told you to misbehave in the meeting?"

Do I have one?

"You're still pretending? Where have your hands been?!"

Long He gestured with his hand on his thigh, then quickly lowered it, realizing the gesture was too suggestive.

"Anyway, you know the answer yourself."

"What's wrong with me touching you, bro? I used to scrub your back when you were a kid."

How old were you then?

"They're all the same to me."

"snort……."

Longhe pouted and ignored the man.

Ding Heng picked up his phone and glanced at the time: "It's already 4:30. The meeting is over. Does Miss Long have any other work to report?"

"I don't have a job."

Longhe picked up his bag: "The trip to the mall yesterday isn't over yet."

Ding Heng asked in bewilderment, "Why isn't it over yet?"

"I haven't seen the movie."

"Oh! You're still thinking about it?"

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated.

My best friend uses a date as an excuse, and I have to see it through? Did I miss a movie yesterday, so I have to catch up today?

Have you decided on the showtimes?

"5:10, that'll be just right to drive there."

After answering, Long He realized that he had exposed himself quite thoroughly.

If it were just a spur-of-the-moment decision, why would one know the exact movie showtimes?

She quickly added, "I was bored in the meeting just now, so I looked it up casually."

"Ah."

Ding Heng, too lazy to expose him, took the initiative to walk towards the door: "Then let's go."

Long He was a little surprised: "Aren't you going back to be with them?"

"Dude, did you really have to make up for yesterday's date?"

"Who said it was a date?"

"Then I won't go."

"You..."

Long He grabbed Ding Heng's arm, but quickly let go after realizing what was happening.

"That counts as a date, okay?"

"If it's considered a date, then some physical contact later would be reasonable, right?"

"Whatever you want..."

"Let's go then!"

Ding Heng opened the conference room door, and Long He stood there stunned, seemingly realizing belatedly that he had been tricked by Ding Heng again.

But once the words are spoken, it's hard to go back on them.

She put on sunglasses and a baseball cap, and quickly followed.

It's the same movie theater in the mall as yesterday.

Longhe bought tickets in advance and chose a seat slightly towards the back of the middle, which had a good view.

Ding Heng bought a small bucket of popcorn and two drinks.

Long He said he wouldn't eat, but not long after the movie started, his hand involuntarily reached into the bucket.

My phone kept vibrating; it was the team group discussing the meeting we had just finished.

Long He looked down, about to reply, when Ding Heng reached out and took her phone, placing it face down next to the armrest.

"The meeting has already concluded."

"There's still work to be handed over."

"Sister Zeng and Aunt Yang are both here."

"Can……"

"brother."

Ding Heng turned to look at her: "We're on a date now."

The screen light shone on his face, making him look very serious.