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

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He wasn't tall, so he stood on tiptoe, stretching his arms out to reach a bag on the top shelf.

I reached out, but couldn't reach it.

I reached out again, but it was still a little short.

She looked around, as if searching for someone who could help her.

Ding Heng walked over, took the package from her, and handed it to her: "Is this it?"

The girl turned around, revealing a fair, round face, and said in a soft, delicate voice, "Th-thank you..."

Ding Heng's mind went blank again, and the images from his dream flashed through his mind frame by frame once more.

"Wenjing?"

The same face, the same timidity, even the same tone of voice.

Ding Heng even had an urge to directly pinch his face.

The girl looked up, her big eyes filled with confusion: "You...how do you know my name?"

Just as Ding Heng was trying to find an excuse, a figure suddenly appeared beside him.

"Wenjing!"

A tall girl with delicate features rushed over in three steps, pulled Wenjing behind her, and stared at Ding Heng warily.

"How many times have I told you, don't talk to strangers!"

A simple black dress, with long, straight black hair tied in a high ponytail.

Sure enough, Zhao Yanxi was always within three steps of Wen Jing.

Ding Heng's thoughts churned once again.

Zhao Yanxi demanded, "Who are you?"

"Yan hope..."

Wenjing peeked out from behind her and whispered, "He just helped me get something."

"Get something?"

Zhao Yanxi snorted: "I heard everything. He even knows your name. A grown man, picking up female students in a supermarket and finding out their names beforehand, he's obviously not a good person."

Wenjing sighed, "Yanxi, since you got into the police academy, everyone seems like a bad guy to you?"

Police academy?

Ding Heng's heart skipped a beat. Zhao Yanxi actually got into police academy?

I'm afraid you'll be scammed by bad people!

Zhao Yanxi took a step forward, shielding Wenjing even more tightly, like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

The atmosphere was tense when Longhe pushed a shopping cart over, piled high with shampoo, shower gel, towels, and other similar items.

"Ding Heng? You're done buying?"

She walked over to Ding Heng, her gaze sweeping over Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing: "And who are they?"

Zhao Yan, hoping to reach Long He, suddenly took two steps forward, her tone excited.

"Long He?! You're Long He, right? The Long He from Bilibili! The one who sings!"

Long He was startled by her enthusiasm and subconsciously took a half step back.

"You...know me?"

"I know him! Of course I know him!"

Zhao Yanxi chuckled and said, "I've been following your account for two years! Ever since you posted your first video! All your songs are on my playlist! I've even 'charged' your account!"

"Thanks……"

Long He's ears turned slightly red, showing a hint of embarrassment.

Long He, who failed to get into university, is now a full-time original singer and content creator on Bilibili, and currently has more than 20 followers.

"that……"

Wenjing peeked out from behind Zhao Yanxi and whispered, "Why don't we find a place to sit down and talk?"

Zhao Yanxi then realized what was going on, cleared her throat, and said generously, "Yes, yes, let's find a place to sit. How about Haidilao? There's one nearby."

Ding Heng glanced at Long He, who shrugged and didn't object.

The four people walked out of the supermarket and headed towards Haidilao.

Zhao Yanxi walked at the front, her steps quick and long, her ponytail swaying behind her head.

Long He stood beside her, and the two chatted casually about Bilibili.

Ding Heng and Wen Jing walked behind.

Wenjing kept her head down, quiet and still, occasionally glancing up at Ding Heng before quickly looking away.

Ding Heng started checking household registration again: "You're also from Hubei University, right?"

Wenjing answered softly, "Mmm."

"What's your major?"

"Accounting……"

Where are you from?

"Lizhou."

Wenjing's voice grew softer and softer, and Ding Heng didn't press further, afraid of scaring the little white rabbit.

Upon arriving at Haidilao, the four of them found seats.

Zhao Yanxi picked up the tablet and tapped away rapidly with her fingers.

"We'd like a combination of tomato and spicy broth, two portions of tripe, one portion of shrimp paste, and two portions of beef..."

She ordered a long list, then handed the tablet to the waiter: "This is all for now, I'll add more if it's not enough."

Long He was a little embarrassed: "We ordered too much, we can't finish it."

"It's alright, it's alright, it's on me!"

Zhao Yanxi waved her hand generously, displaying great generosity.

Looking at Zhao Yanxi's determination, Ding Heng couldn't help but ask, "How did you get into the police academy?"

Zhao Yanxi laughed awkwardly and readily admitted, "My grades were just average, barely passing the cutoff score. My dad used his connections to get me in, hoping to secure a stable job in the future."

Wenjing muttered softly, "I told you to study hard, but you wouldn't listen. Now you're suffering at the police academy..."

"Hey!"

Zhao Yanxi turned her head and reached out to pinch Wenjing's cheek: "Little Jingjing, are you trying to sabotage me?"

"I'm telling the truth..."

"You're not allowed to tell the truth either!"

The two of them started arguing, and Wenjing's face turned red from being pinched, and she mumbled a plea for mercy.

As Ding Heng watched them playfully bickering, he felt a strange sense of familiarity about the scene.

Such scenes also appear in my dreams.

However, in the dream, when the two girls were arguing, sometimes they weren't wearing clothes.

He quickly dismissed the thought.

Zhao Yanxi didn't have good grades, but she got into police academy through connections...

It seems that in this world, Zhao Yanxi's mother doesn't control her with the same high-pressure methods as in her dream.

Ding Heng's gaze then turned to Wen Jing, where the little white rabbit was quietly drinking plum juice.

She placed her phone on the table, screen up, with a family photo as the wallpaper.

Six people.

Parents, two older sisters, and one younger brother.

The same.

Ding Heng sighed inwardly.

Although Zhao Yanxi has changed, the messy things that happened in Wenjing's family are probably similar to those in the dream.

As the dishes were served one after another, Zhao Yanxi invited everyone to start eating.

While enjoying hot pot tripe, she chatted with Long He, talking about everything from videos on Bilibili to their favorite singers, and then from the singers to their university life.

The four of them enjoyed a lively meal and then left Haidilao.

Zhao Yanxi took out her phone and swiped a few times.

"Can we add each other on WeChat? It'll be easier to keep in touch later."

"it is good."

The four people scanned each other's QR codes and saved them.

Zhao Yanxi put away her phone and took Wenjing's arm.

"We'll be going now, bye-bye!"

"Okay, drive carefully."

After taking a few steps, Wenjing glanced back at Ding Heng, then quickly turned back.

The two girls disappeared into the crowd.

Long He withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Ding Heng.

"Go ahead."