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

What if what he said is true?

In case you really can't find it on the market.

What if her dance career truly depends solely on this person in front of her—

Hua Qing dared not think any further!

As time ticked by, the sensation in my toes grew weaker and weaker.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

When she opened her eyes again, the intense emotions in them had been suppressed, leaving only a layer of weary calm.

"Let's go."

"Where?"

"hotel."

Why go to the hotel?

Hua Qing sneered, showing no fear of death.

"Isn't all you want to do is 'that' to me? If we don't go to a hotel, are you going to stay in the car? Can your beat-up car withstand any rough handling?"

So what if I get taken advantage of?

As long as she can still dance, she can endure it!

Ding Heng was silent for two seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"Senior, what are you saying? Is that all you think about when it comes to boyfriends and girlfriends?"

"you……"

Hua Qing was speechless after being retorted, and Ding Heng took the opportunity to hand her the tube of ointment.

"Consider this a gift to get to know the senior student. The effect of this medicine only lasts for 1-2 hours. Apply it once before each dance performance. This amount should be enough for you until the end of the welcome performance."

Hua Qing took the ointment and looked at Ding Heng in disbelief.

Just like that... I gave it to her?

"I……"

She opened her mouth, unsure of what to say, her mind racing.

Is he not afraid that I will take it for testing and make a copy?

Is this medicine so precious that ordinary people have no access to it?

Besides, he only met me today. Even if he was attracted to me at first sight, how could he immediately obtain so much information? What kind of powerful background must he have...?

Hua Qing felt a chill run down her spine the more she thought about it.

What are your requirements?

When she spoke again, Hua Qing's voice was unconsciously tense and dry.

Ding Heng smiled and said, "Of course we need to collect a deposit."

"What deposit?"

"Let's add each other on WeChat."

"That's it?"

While Hua Qing was still in a daze, Ding Heng had already taken out his phone, opened the QR code, and handed it over.

This time, Hua Qing did not refuse and obediently opened her phone to scan the QR code.

You have added "Ding Heng" as a friend. You can start chatting now.

Hua Qing ID: Hua Hai Qing Tian.

The profile picture is the final frame of her work "Sword Asks Heaven and Earth"—white clothes and a long sword, head raised to ask the heavens, skirt fluttering.

Ding Heng put away his phone and unlocked the car door.

"Goodnight, senior. But I must warn you, getting your medicine next time won't be so easy."

Hua Qing got out of the car without saying a word, clutching the ointment.

The car door closed behind me, the engine started, and the car slowly drove away, its taillights fading into the distance in the night.

She stood there, watching the two red lights disappear around the street corner.

A cool night breeze was blowing.

She looked down at the newly added chat window on her phone screen.

The profile picture is a photo of Ding Heng when he was three years old, a dirty little boy laughing carefree.

His nickname is "Ding Heng".

Nothing at all.

There are no social media posts, no signature, and nothing that allows anyone to glean any information about him.

Hua Qing turned around and slowly walked back to the apartment, her hand tightly gripping the ointment.

No matter what, as long as I can keep dancing.

She's willing to pay any price!

Chapter 60: Hua Qing's Initial Compromise

Ding Heng pushed open the dormitory door, and three heads turned around at the same time.

"Yo—you're back!"

Liu Chiwang was the first to speak, jokingly asking, "A date that's this late?"

Qian Pu chimed in, "I thought you weren't staying in the dorm on the first day of school."

Chen Mo pushed up his glasses, didn't say anything, but a smile was on his lips.

Ding Heng tossed the keys on the table and calmly explained, "It wasn't a date, just a meal. I'll take her back to her dorm after we finish."

Qian Pu suddenly remembered something, picked up his phone and handed it over: "By the way, Lao Ding, did you know that you got your confession posted on the first day of school?"

Ding Heng turned around: "What confession wall?"

"From our school."

Qian Pu shoved his phone screen in front of Ding Heng: "See for yourself."

Ding Heng took it.

The screen displayed a submission to the confession wall, accompanied by a photo of him eating in the cafeteria during the day.

[Hey there, I need help finding this guy! I saw him in the second cafeteria today, does anyone recognize him? [Image]]

Several replies have already followed.

Holy crap, that profile is amazing.

[Please provide contact information +1]

Does anyone know which major it is?

Ding Heng scrolled down and suddenly saw a familiar ID.

[Lucky Zhao]: Don't even think about it, he has a girlfriend.

The reply below was followed by a series of follow-up questions—

[You have a girlfriend? Really?]

How did you know?

Do the sisters know him?

Please elaborate!

【Lucky Zhao】 did not reply.

Ding Heng handed the phone back to Qian Pu, then picked up his own phone.

[Ding Heng]: How could you post on our school's confession wall?

Messages are replied to instantly.

【Lucky Zhao】: [Cat grinning mischievously.jpg] I have my own clever plan.

[Ding Heng]: Is it necessary to be so strict in guarding against this?

[Lucky Zhao]: What if you get kidnapped by someone else if I don't keep a close watch on you?

[Ding Heng]: Don't worry, there's no one prettier than you at the foot of Yuelu Mountain.

【Lucky Zhao】: [Little cat blushing.jpg]

And then there was another one.

[Lucky Zhao]: Several guys asked for my contact information today.

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow.

Ding Heng: ?

[Fortune Xiao Zhao]: So I hope you can come and walk around with me this weekend, that will dispel many people's ideas.

Ding Heng thought for a moment.

[Ding Heng]: Should we invite Wenjing along?

【Lucky Zhao】: [Cat stomping its feet.jpg]

[Lucky Zhao]: You see Xiao Jing every day, so what's wrong with spending some time with me on the first weekend of school?

【Lucky Zhao】: [Poor little kitten.jpg]

Ding Heng's lips unconsciously curled up slightly.

Ding Heng: OK.