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

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After shooting one set, Lin Man pulled Hua Qing to change to another set.

Ding Heng got more and more into shooting.

I'm pressing the shutter button more and more frequently, and finding increasingly tricky angles.

Actually, taking a few full-body photos is enough for the sample photos.

Ding Heng didn't say stop, and Lin Man didn't tell them to stop either.

As the shoot progressed, everyone, including Hua Qing, completely forgot they were "making sample photos" and felt more like they were just playing around with friends.

One is cold, the other is alluring; they complement each other perfectly in Ding Heng's lens.

Finally, Ding Heng put down his camera and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Alright, that's a wrap."

Hua Qing slumped onto the sofa and rubbed her aching calves.

Ding Heng put away his camera and picked up the car keys on the table.

"I'm leaving now. I'll send you the sample photos once they're edited. You can choose a few to send to my dad."

"Thank you!"

Hua Qing got up and saw him to the door, wanting to say something, but in the end she only managed to squeeze out, "Take care on the road."

"You're welcome."

Ding Heng had just changed his shoes when Lin Man came over again.

"Hey little brother, can we add each other on WeChat? I'll communicate with you directly about the sample photos later, it'll be more convenient."

"Row!"

Ding Heng readily took out his phone and opened the QR code.

With a "beep", the addition was successful.

Lin Man put away her phone and waved to him with a smile.

Bye-bye, I'll treat you to a meal sometime!

"OK Bye Bye."

Ding Heng turned and went downstairs.

Pushing open the unit door, the night breeze rushed in.

Ding Heng glanced down at his phone; it was already 5:30 a.m.

Taking photos of two beautiful women, time really flies!

He put his phone in his pocket, walked out of the residential area and was about to get into his car when he suddenly stopped.

At the convenience store at the entrance of the residential area, a small figure sat on the steps, holding half a piece of bread in his hand, taking small bites.

She wore a gray-white hoodie, jeans, and canvas shoes, and her hair was tied into two long braids that hung down in front of her chest.

"Bai Ma!?"

Ding Heng walked over and called out softly.

"Forehead?"

Baima raised her head, chewing on bread, her cheeks bulging.

She blinked, quickly swallowed the bread, and stood up to brush the dust off her pants.

"Ding, Ding Heng? What are you doing here?"

"That's what I wanted to ask you too."

Ding Heng asked in bewilderment, "What are you doing squatting here in the middle of the night?"

Bai Ma scratched her head sheepishly: "Just got off work, just need something to eat to tide me over."

"Off work? Off what work?"

"A part-time job at a convenience store."

Baima pointed behind her: "A 24-hour convenience store. I just got off my weekend night shift."

"You've been doing this all this time?"

"Hmm...the handover was just completed half an hour ago."

Ding Heng glanced again at the canvas bag beside her, which was bulging, guessing that it contained her work clothes that she had just changed out of.

"Since you've already left work, why aren't you going home yet?"

"Aren't we waiting for the bus...?"

"Bus?"

In Ding Heng's memory, the earliest bus was at six o'clock, meaning that Baima planned to wait for an hour.

Baima said awkwardly, "Taking a taxi back is too expensive. It would cost more than 30 yuan to get to school from here by Didi."

A feeling that was hard to describe welled up in Ding Heng's heart.

Unlike the quirky, extravagant "little sister" in my dream, the woman in front of me, Baima, is just an ordinary Tibetan student who has traveled a long way to study in Changsha and works part-time to earn her living expenses.

"Get in the car."

Ding Heng raised his chin, gesturing to his dilapidated Chang'an: "I'll take you back."

Baima quickly waved her hand: "No need, no need, it's too much trouble for you, the bus is coming soon."

"Wouldn't it be better to go home and rest earlier?"

Ding Heng opened the passenger door: "Get in, we're classmates, it's on our way."

After hesitating for a long time, Baima finally picked up the canvas bag, bent down and got into the car.

"Thank you."

She fastened her seatbelt, her posture stiff.

"You're welcome."

Ding Heng started the car and slowly drove onto the main road.

He asked curiously, "Do you work part-time at this store on weekends?"

"Ah."

Baima nodded: "I don't have time during the week because I'm in class, so I come over on weekends. Saturday is the day shift, and Sunday is the night shift."

"Why did you run so far?"

"I've looked for part-time jobs near the school, but they either don't want me or they think my appearance isn't good enough."

Bai Ma spoke subtly, but Ding Heng understood.

She already had a heavy accent, and in addition, she looked too young and was too short, appearing like a junior high school student, so businesses dared not use her.

"How much pay?"

"Fifteen yuan an hour, night shifts get a subsidy of five yuan more, making it twenty yuan an hour."

Baima counted on her fingers: "From 11 p.m. to 5 a.m., six hours, 120."

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but glanced at her while waiting at the red light.

Pema leaned back in her chair, her eyes half-open and half-closed, as if she was a little sleepy but was forcing herself to stay awake.

Doesn't your family give you living expenses?

"Here you go."

Baima rubbed her eyes: "But my mom works on the ranch and only makes three or four thousand yuan a month. I thought I should earn some money myself and ask my family for less, so my mom could have an easier time."

Ding Heng then asked, "Where's your dad?"

Baima lowered her head and softened her voice: "My father... has been gone for several years. He had an accident in the pastoral area."

The carriage was silent for a moment.

Ding Heng didn't say anything like "sorry," he just gave a soft "hmm" and continued driving.

After passing several more intersections, Baima spoke again, trying to appear more relaxed.

"Actually, it's not too bad. Although my family isn't well-off, we're not starving. My mom is very capable; she raised me all by herself and even supported my studies."

What do you think?

"I?"

Baima said earnestly, "I want to study hard, find a good job after graduation, and bring my mother here to enjoy a comfortable life... The climate on the plateau is too harsh; it's not a place for humans to live!"

Ding Heng smiled but didn't reply.

Baima's voice trailed off: "But the job market is bad right now... I don't know if I can make it."

"can."

Ding Heng spoke with absolute certainty.

Bai Ma paused for a second, then gave a soft "hmm," and her face lit up with a smile again.

The car continued forward, making several turns, and the gate of Hubei University appeared ahead.

Ding Heng parked the car on the side of the road, and Bai Ma unbuckled her seatbelt, picked up her canvas bag, and prepared to get out of the car.

"that……"

She hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Ding Heng.

"Ok?"

"Thank you for bringing me back."

"You're welcome."