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

"Then why did you agree in the first place?"

"They have a lot of money."

Longhe said confidently, "Three days, 20,000 yuan after tax, including meals, accommodation and airfare."

Ding Heng laughed out loud, took a mint out of his pocket and handed it over.

"Alright, you've had a tough time these past two days, so have a good drink to soothe your throat."

"Well……"

Long He took it, tore open the packaging, and popped it into his mouth, mumbling, "But seriously, I met some really interesting people this time..."

She talked on and on about what she had seen and heard at the creative camp, while Ding Heng listened and watched quietly.

Ding Heng's brother never dressed up much, but lately he's increasingly convinced that his brother is really handsome!

How come I never noticed this before?

"Oh, right."

Long He suddenly sat up straight and said excitedly, "Guess who offered me the songwriting job this time?"

"Who?"

“XXX”.

"Who?"

"She's one of the more popular celebrities lately."

Long He said smugly, "She said she wanted me to write a song for her, and the price is negotiable."

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "You want to be a ghostwriter for a big star?"

"What ghostwriter? Let's cooperate normally, okay? I'm a celebrity too! I have 200,000 followers!"

"Yes, yes, Sister Long is the best."

Ding Heng gave a perfunctory reply, but began to mutter to himself.

Could it be that Brothers will become a sensation again, just like in the dream?

Do you want to answer?

"Of course I want to! That's writing songs for celebrities! If it becomes a hit, my net worth will double immediately!"

Long He was determined to win: "You'll run errands for me then, and I'll take care of you for life!"

"Okay, I'll wait."

Ding Heng smiled calmly.

After chatting for a while longer, the train came to a stop.

Ding Heng got up, took off his backpack, and walked out of the high-speed rail station with Long He.

Longhe suggested, "Now that we've made some money, how about I treat you to Haidilao hot pot when we get off the bus?"

"We're all brothers, no need to be so polite."

Ding Heng slung his backpack over his shoulder, smiled at her, and said, "Go back and focus on writing your songs. Don't keep the big star waiting."

After saying that, he walked quickly towards a taxi.

Long He followed behind, watching his pace quicken, and couldn't help but call out, "Slow down, what's the rush?"

"We're in a hurry."

What time are you in a hurry?

Ding Heng didn't answer; he had already gotten into the car and turned back to wave at her.

"Bye, remember to message me when you get home."

As the vehicle slowly disappeared from sight, Long He frowned slightly.

Not right.

Just now in the car, when Ding Heng was playing on his phone, she glanced at the screen briefly.

Several of the pinned chats seem to have female profile pictures.

Long He felt a pang of unease and decided to flag down a taxi as well.

"Driver, follow the car in front."

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the shopping mall.

Ding Heng paid the fare, got out of the car, and quickly walked through the gate.

Longhe followed behind, wearing a hoodie and trying to minimize his presence.

Ding Heng walked straight up to the third floor and turned into a dessert shop with a pink and cute decoration.

Through the glass window, Long He saw Ding Heng sit down, with two girls in front of him.

A girl with a high ponytail and delicate features was wearing a black jacket and cargo pants, looking neat and cool.

The other girl wore a light pink floral dress, her hair was tied into two loose braids hanging down in front of her chest, and the ends of her hair were tied with light blue bows.

Her round face was rosy and she looked adorable and soft.

Longhe hid behind a pillar in the mall's atrium, observing from a distance.

Wenjing and Zhao Yanxi.

How did Ding Heng end up hanging out with them?

And judging from this... is it a date?

A date involving three people?

Long He's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

The atmosphere in the dessert shop was subtle.

Zhao Yanxi put down her phone and said seriously, "You're five minutes late."

Traffic jam.

Ding Heng lied without batting an eye: "I just came from the high-speed rail station."

"High-speed rail station? Where did you go?"

"I went on a business trip with a friend."

"friend?"

Zhao Yanxi narrowed her eyes: "Male or female?"

Ding Heng didn't answer, he just smiled.

Zhao Yanxi was about to press for more information when Wenjing gently kicked her under the table: "Yanxi, don't ask so many questions..."

Zhao Yanxi pouted and didn't ask any more questions, her eyes still filled with suspicion.

The waiter came over and handed over the menu.

Zhao Yanxi took the document and looked through it. Just as she was about to speak, Ding Heng spoke first.

"Give me a mango pomelo sago, an Americano, and a milk foam oolong tea... Uni-President, no ice."

Zhao Yanxi was taken aback.

Milk foam oolong tea, how did he know I like this?

Also, don't put ice in it... Does he even know his own birthday?

While waiting for their food, the three chatted casually.

Zhao Yanxi asked proactively, "What are we doing later?"

Ding Heng retorted, "What do you want to do?"

"Hmm... want to go ice skating? There's an ice rink downstairs."

"Row."

"Then let's watch a movie? There's a new one that just came out recently, and the ratings are pretty good."

"Row."

"How come you can do everything?"

Zhao Yanxi put down her milk tea: "Don't you have any thoughts of your own?"

"I'll listen to you."

Ding Heng smiled and said, "I came out to have fun with you guys today."

"You certainly know how to talk."

Zhao Yanxi gave a soft snort and said nothing more.

After finishing their meal, the three of them headed towards the ice rink.

Perhaps fearing that Ding Heng would take advantage of Wen Jing, Zhao Yanxi deliberately walked in the middle to separate Wen Jing and Ding Heng, dutifully acting as a third wheel.

Ding Heng didn't show any dissatisfaction, and simply kept trying to talk to Zhao Yanxi, making her quite embarrassed.

The ice rink wasn't big, and there weren't many people.

Zhao Yanxi put on her ice skates, skillfully glided onto the ice, spun around, and waved to Wen Jing.

Come on, come on!

Wenjing held onto the railing and carefully stepped onto the ice.

I took a step, slipped, and fell backward.

"what……!"

A hand reached out from behind and firmly supported her waist.

"Be careful."

Ding Heng's voice came from above her head, and his warm breath brushed against her ear.