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

Ding Wenjie raised his hand and slapped Ding Heng on the back of the head: "Longhe kindly gave it to you, and you're still not happy?"

“I didn’t say I was unwilling.”

Ding Heng picked up another fried egg from the plate, but Sun Yi slapped it onto the back of his hand with a spatula.

Go wash your hands!

"hiss--"

Ding Heng withdrew his hand, blew on it, and obediently went to the sink.

After washing his hands, he took a bowl of noodles from Sun Yi, slurped it down, and wiped his mouth.

"Mom, I'm leaving."

"Okay, I'll give you a call when I get there."

Sun Yi didn't even look up, continuing to tidy up the stove.

Drive slowly on the road.

Ding Wenjie gave a word of advice.

"know."

Ding Heng picked up the suitcase he had placed in the entryway and went to the garage.

Long He gestured with her chin at him: "Let's go, I'll be your driver today."

Ding Heng stuffed his suitcase into the trunk, opened the passenger door, and got in.

The car was an older model Changan SUV. Its black body had turned white from the sun, the leather seats were cracked, and the engine shook like a tractor when it started.

This car has been in service with his family for nearly ten years...

Longhe shifted into gear, stepped on the gas, and the car wobbled out of the residential area.

"Drive slowly, don't send me away."

"Don't worry, your sister Long is very skilled."

Longhe held the steering wheel with one hand and reached for the bottled water in the back seat with the other.

Ding Heng helped her unscrew it and handed it to her.

Thanks.

She tilted her head back, took a swig, and then handed the bottle back.

Ding Heng screwed on the cap and suddenly spoke: "Long He."

"Ok?"

I dreamt about you last night.

"Dreaming about me?"

Long He glanced quickly at Ding Heng, then turned back to look at the road, her tone deliberately light: "Why would I dream about your sister Long? We're brothers, don't think about such nonsense."

What are you thinking?

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated: "I dreamt that you became a big star."

"star?"

Long He's voice rose half an octave: "Really?"

Why would I lie to you?

Ding Heng leaned back in his chair, recalling fragmented moments from his dream: "In my dream, you sang so well, and you even had a concert tour with an incredible number of fans..."

Long He's lips curled up uncontrollably, then he forced them down.

"Of course, your sister Long is naturally gifted."

She paused, then her tone suddenly became serious: "Actually, my mom told me about this last year."

"what's up?"

"Let me go to Shanghai to be a trainee."

"and then?"

"Then Aunt Sun stopped her."

Long He yawned lazily: "Your mom said that circle is too murky, and she's worried about me, a girl, getting into trouble if something happens. My mom couldn't persuade her otherwise, so she gave up..."

Ding Heng then asked, "Aren't you upset that my mom is meddling? What if you get angry?"

"What are you saying!"

Long He rolled her eyes at him: "Aunt Sun treats me like her own daughter, how could I blame her!? Besides, think about it, if I really become a star, our relationship might become distant."

The car stopped at a red light. Long He turned to look at Ding Heng, his eyes serious: "Is this how you dream too? I become a big star, and then we hardly keep in touch anymore?"

Ding Heng met her gaze and was momentarily at a loss for words.

In the dream, Long He did indeed become a big star, and their relationship did indeed become distant.

But later...

"Yes and no."

He gave a vague reply.

Long He frowned slightly: "What do you mean by 'yes and no'?"

Ding Heng opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He can't exactly say, "I had a system in my dream, and then I was planning to take advantage of you," can he?

How could I have such filthy thoughts about my brother?

Scum!

What a scumbag!

He turned his head and his gaze fell on Long He's face.

Sunlight streamed in through the car window, casting a soft glow on the girl's face.

Her profile is sharp, with a straight nose, slightly curled eyelashes, and naturally rosy lips without any lipstick.

Her neck was long and slender, and her collarbone was faintly visible below the neckline of her T-shirt.

Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, revealing a section of her fair nape, with a few wisps of hair hanging down beside her ears, swaying gently in the wind.

Ding Heng suddenly felt a dryness in his throat.

How come I never noticed before that my brother... is actually quite good-looking?

"Sister Long".

"Ok?"

"You're so pretty."

The carriage was silent for a moment.

Long He's pretty face flushed bright red, the blush spreading from the tips of her ears all the way down her neck.

She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her voice rising several octaves.

Why are you suddenly bringing this up?!

"I'm just telling the truth."

"Truth or no! We're brothers! Don't give me that nonsense!"

Long He's tone was urgent and fierce, but the blush on her face betrayed her.

Ding Heng raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, brother! Brothers for life!"

Long He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down: "What else did you dream about? Me being a star?"

Ding Heng remained silent.

how to answer?

I dreamt that I was surrounded by women, partying every night...

He forced a smile: "That's all, I can't remember much else."

Long He glanced at him suspiciously, but didn't ask any further questions.

The car turned into the gate of Hunan University. Longhe found a parking space, parked the car, turned off the engine, and unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Let's go, I'll go with you to register."

She picked up one of Ding Heng's suitcases with a swiftness that belied her girlishness.

Ding Heng reached out to take it: "I can do it myself."

"You have so much luggage, how are you going to carry it all!"

Long He dodged his hand but stayed close to Ding Heng, looking around suspiciously, especially at girls, with a particularly wary gaze.

What are you looking at?

"nothing."

Long He withdrew his gaze and asked calmly, "Ding Heng, you won't be randomly dating someone when you go to college, will you?"

"You have to interfere with my choice of girlfriend?"

"I'm just worried you'll get fooled by a bad woman!"

Long He said matter-of-factly, "You seem shrewd, but you're actually quite naive. Someone smiles at you a couple of times and you're already completely lost. How can I not keep an eye on things?"

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated: "I was tricked? Who was tricked out of all their New Year's money when they were a kid and cried to their mother to complain?"

"That's different!"

Long He remained defiant: "Women have many tricks up their sleeves to deceive men; it's impossible to guard against them all!"

The two arrived at the registration point, where long tables were set up, with each college having its own booth.

The sign for the School of Journalism and Communication was in the third row. Ding Heng was about to go over when he suddenly heard a voice from the side.