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

Ding Heng looked up, his heart skipped a beat.

Zhao Xingguo!

He's not in Zhuzhou anymore; he's been transferred to Xingcheng?

It seems to be of a fairly high rank. Is the reason that she came to inquire personally because of Wenjing?

"Hello, police officer. It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

"Okay, good job, young man, quite brave!"

"hey-hey."

Ding Heng grinned foolishly, pretending to be honest.

Zhao Xingguo didn't say much, patted him on the shoulder, and turned to walk back.

After Wenjing finished giving her statement, she jogged back to Ding Heng's side, looking anxious and uneasy.

"Let's go to the school clinic for treatment."

Ding Heng stood up and walked towards the infirmary.

Wenjing followed behind Ding Heng, her steps quick and hurried.

Ding Heng turned around and glanced at her.

"Are you OK?"

"N-nothing!"

Why did he contact you?

"Um……"

Wenjing pursed her lips and explained, "He was my high school classmate... He pursued me for a long time, but I never agreed. After the college entrance exam, he confessed again, but I still didn't agree. He felt... felt that I made him lose face."

"And then they used the knife?"

"He...he's not usually like this...he gets excellent grades and lots of girls like him...it's just a little..."

Wenjing wasn't used to speaking ill of others, and finally managed to squeeze out, "It's just a bit extreme."

Ding Heng scoffed: "He even used a knife, but he was a bit extreme?"

"Sorry……"

"What are you apologizing for?"

"It's all because of me..."

"The reason he attacked you with a knife is because he's mentally ill. What does that have to do with you?"

Wenjing was speechless.

Just like in the dream, the little rabbit always liked to apologize, no matter what.

Upon arriving at the infirmary, the doctor cleaned and treated Ding Heng's wounds again, and wrapped them with new gauze.

"Don't get it wet for the next couple of days. Come back in a few days to change the dressing."

"Thank you, doctor."

Ding Heng got up and tried to move his arms; it was alright, not a big problem.

Suddenly, the door to the consultation room was pushed open.

Tall and slender, with a simple and neat ponytail, her upright posture couldn't be concealed even in casual clothes.

Zhao Yanxi.

Wenjing asked in surprise, "Yan hope? What brings you here?"

“My dad called me and said you had an accident at school.”

Zhao Yanxi looked Wen Jing up and down to make sure she wasn't injured before she breathed a sigh of relief.

Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, settled back into her stomach, and she then noticed the men's jacket that Wenjing was wearing.

Whose clothes are these?

"Yes……"

Wenjing subconsciously looked at Ding Heng.

Zhao Yanxi looked over, her face showing suspicion.

"You...it's you again?"

"What a coincidence."

Ding Heng nodded to her as a greeting.

Zhao Yanxi noticed Ding Heng's injured arm, immediately realized what was happening, and softened her tone.

"Um... thank you for helping Wenjing out of that situation!"

"You're welcome."

Although it was only the second time they had met, the dream was so vivid that it inevitably made Ding Heng feel a strong possessive desire for the girls!

But it's different from the thrill-seeking kitten in my dream.

Zhao Yanxi seemed too normal, so normal that Ding Heng felt at a loss for what to do.

A while later, the school leaders also arrived.

The middle-aged woman had a serious expression and kept talking to Wenjing.

Wenjing kept her head down the whole time, responding with "uh-huh" and "ah," as if listening to her homeroom teacher's lecture.

Ding Heng was scrolling through his phone idly when Zhao Yanxi suddenly came over.

"Um... Ding Heng, right?"

"Ah."

Ding Heng put away his phone, looked up and asked, "Zhao, is something the matter?"

Zhao Yanxi asked bluntly, "Are you trying to woo my Xiaojingjing?"

Ding Heng laughed out loud: "Why do you think that?"

"intuition."

Zhao Yanxi crossed her arms, raised her chin slightly, and said confidently, "I'm a future police officer, so I'm pretty good at judging people."

"Do police officers rely on intuition or evidence when solving cases?"

"I……"

Zhao Yanxi was speechless.

Ding Heng chuckled and said, "Even if I were to pursue her, it wouldn't concern you much, would it?"

"How can it be alright?"

Zhao Yanxi's eyes widened: "Xiao Jingjing is too naive and easily deceived. As her best friend, I have to keep an eye on her!"

Ding Heng didn't respond, waiting for her to speak.

Zhao Yanxi then changed the subject: "However... you saved her today, which means you have decent character. Considering you're injured, I'll give you a chance."

"What opportunity?"

"Next week is National Day, how about I arrange a date for you two?"

"You'll arrange it?"

"Otherwise what? Do you think Xiaojing would even dare to ask?"

Ding Heng pondered for a long time, but realized something was amiss.

"So you mean we're going on a date, and you want to come along?"

"Of course! I have to keep an eye on you so you don't take advantage of Xiao Jingjing."

Zhao Yanxi said matter-of-factly, "What, you're not welcome?"

"Welcome, a very warm welcome."

Ding Heng readily agreed in a lighthearted tone.

Good thing!

In my dream, you two didn't just go on dates with me!

Zhao Yanxi shrugged and nudged Ding Heng: "It's a deal, don't stand me up."

"rest assured."

Ding Heng agreed, but he still had some doubts.

He opened his phone and glanced at the calendar.

During the National Day holiday, I'll have three to five days with Longhe, one day with Lin Man, and another day with Zhao Yanxi...

Can you schedule the time?

Ding Heng rubbed his temples and let out a long breath.

who cares.

We'll see!

Side Story: The Women in My Dreams, Part 3

"Ahead is Xingcheng South Station..."

The high-speed train broadcasted an announcement, and Long He stretched out a big yawn: "I'm exhausted... Next time there's an event like this, I'm not going to be a 'specially invited creative mentor' anymore."

Ding Heng teased from the side, "What's wrong? Not used to being called 'teacher' by those little brats?"

"It's because he feels guilty."

Long He rubbed his temples: "You didn't see it. There was a young girl who was eighteen years old, a top student from some foreign music academy, with a very impressive background! I sat there commenting on her, and I felt like I was misleading a young person."