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

She walked very slowly, with a very slight pause with each step her left foot touched the ground.

Finally, she stood in front of the car, staring intently at the person in the driver's seat through the windshield, her eyes icy cold.

Ding Heng honked the horn twice.

"Beep-beep-"

He waved to her and then pointed to the passenger seat.

The meaning is obvious.

Hua Qing stood in front of the car, motionless.

She stared at him, her eyes filled not only with disgust but also with anger!

Ding Heng leaned back in his chair, not in a hurry, and just waited.

The two remained locked in a stalemate for about a minute or two.

Hua Qing finally got up, walked around to the passenger side, opened the car door, and sat down.

Then, with a "bang," the door was slammed shut.

What do you want to do?

She glared angrily at Ding Heng, and with Hua Yue and the others no longer present, her disgust was even more undisguised.

"How did you get my phone number? How did you know about my foot injury? Who are you? What do you want?"

Ding Heng turned his head to look at her.

The headlights shone in through the car window, casting a soft shadow on Hua Qing's face.

Her face remained exquisite, and even with her cold expression and angry eyes, she only made people more eager to possess her.

"Senior, my purpose is very simple."

Ding Heng's lips curled up slightly, making no attempt to hide his feelings: "I want you to be my girlfriend."

"ill."

Hua Qing cursed irritably and turned to open the car door.

It can't be pulled.

The door lock was pressed.

She turned her head and reached out to press the unlock switch on Ding Heng's side.

Just as he reached out, Ding Heng grabbed his hand.

"What are you doing?!"

Hua Qing's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

She struggled, but couldn't break free.

"Let me go! Do you know this is a crime?!"

Ding Heng leaned down and got closer to her, the distance between them suddenly closing.

"Senior, you've had your left foot injury for two years, haven't you?"

Hua Qing's pupils contracted slightly.

"You suffered a peroneal nerve injury two years ago during rehearsals for 'Sword Asks the Heavens and Earth.' The surgery went relatively smoothly at the time, but you ignored the doctor's advice and went on stage before your injury was fully healed in order to participate in the Lotus Award."

Ding Heng's voice was neither hurried nor slow.

"Although I won the gold medal, it left me with hidden dangers. Before this summer vacation, my old injury recurred, and unfortunately the second surgery was not as successful, leaving permanent damage."

Hua Qing's expression changed drastically!

"How...how did you know..."

"When your left foot lands, your toes will unconsciously point slightly outward. After walking for a long time, you'll experience slight throbbing pain on the outside of your calf, and the sensation in your toes will gradually decrease, right?"

Hua Qing didn't say anything.

She stared at him, her eyes swirling with surprise, wariness, and fear.

“You didn’t report this to the school because you knew very well that if you did, your spot in the graduate program, your position as the lead dancer, and even your entire dance career would be in jeopardy.”

Ding Heng's True Sight Eye slowly closed, and the carriage fell completely silent.

Hua Qing leaned back in her chair, her chest rising and falling slightly.

"Ha! I don't know how you found this out, private investigator? Hacker? Or do you know someone at the hospital? But are you trying to blackmail me with this?"

She scoffed, "The truth will out eventually. My foot injury will be exposed sooner or later. What's the point of threatening me?"

Ding Heng feigned sadness: "Senior, how could you think of me like that? I came here to help you."

"help me?"

"I'll help you save your dance career."

Hua Qing looked at him and frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but took out a tube of ointment from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to her.

"Hand out."

Hua Qing didn't move. After a few seconds of stalemate, she finally slowly extended her right hand and opened her palm.

Ding Heng applied a little ointment to her palm.

Apply it to your ankles.

Hua Qing looked down at the small amount of transparent ointment in her palm.

She hesitated for a moment, then took off her left shoe and rolled up her trouser leg to reveal her fair ankle.

The texture of that ointment was very unique.

It's transparent, smooth, and has a very faint fragrance.

When applied to the skin, it feels cool, then slowly warms up. The area that had been numb for a while suddenly regained some sensation.

It was as if something had been gently awakened.

toe.

Her toes twitched.

She didn't initiate it.

It's that kind of... once you regain consciousness, you instinctively curl up.

She looked up at Ding Heng, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

"This medicine..."

Then, almost frantically, she rushed over to grab the tube of ointment.

Ding Heng pulled his hand away, laughing as he dodged, leaving Hua Qing's hand frozen in mid-air.

"Senior, you want it?"

It's not free!

Chapter 59: Temptation

Hua Qing slowly withdrew her hand. Although the anger in her eyes had not completely faded, it had been suppressed by reason: "What exactly do you want?"

Ding Heng leaned back in his chair leisurely: "Senior, didn't I just say that? Do you want me to repeat myself?"

Hua Qing fell silent.

In the past, she would have ignored any outlandish requests from boys and simply blocked them, thinking they were crazy.

But at this moment—

She had been in despair for the entire summer.

I visited the best hospitals in the province, booked the most expensive specialist appointments, and underwent the most detailed examinations.

The conclusions are all the same: permanent damage, irreversible, and it's fortunate if one can recover to the point of walking normally.

Dance?

Impossible!

Hua Qing couldn't accept this result. After the start of the new semester, she even chose to deceive herself and endured her discomfort to continue participating in the rehearsal of the welcome party.

Fortunately, the choreography for the welcome party didn't involve many steps, and since she was already skilled at it, she was able to cover up some of the mistakes for the time being.

But she also understood that eventually the truth would come out.

Hua Qing took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down: "Name your price, and I'll buy it."

Ding Heng shook his head, his tone indifferent: "Sorry, not for sale."

Hua Qing tried to regain the upper hand: "I hope you understand that you can still negotiate with me now. Once I find out the origin of this ointment, you will get nothing."

Ding Heng smiled with absolute confidence: "Senior, you can go to the market and see if you can find it."

He was certain that Hua Qing couldn't be found.

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"you--"

Hua Qing gritted her teeth.

She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh, and her chest rose and fell slightly.

anger.

unwilling.

And a little bit... a fear she herself was unwilling to admit.