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

Wenjing's face flushed bright red.

"Th-thank you..."

She was flustered and unable to stand steadily.

Zhao Yanxi slid over: "Xiao Jingjing, follow me, I'll teach you."

She took Wenjing's hand and slowly led her forward.

Wenjing was extremely nervous, gripping Zhao Yanxi's hands tightly with both hands, her steps were small and hesitant.

Zhao Yanxi was pulled so hard she was swaying from side to side, but she still patiently instructed, "Shift your weight forward, don't lean back... Yes, that's it..."

Ding Heng followed behind, his gaze fixed on Zhao Yanxi, and slid down to her side to ask.

"Have you studied this?"

"I studied it for a few years when I was a child."

"You seem pretty capable."

"It's alright."

Zhao Yanxi spoke in a calm tone.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but even though it was Ding Heng and Wen Jing on a date, he was talking to me most of the time.

After skating for a few laps, Wenjing was finally able to maintain her balance, albeit at a snail's pace, but at least she wasn't falling anymore.

Zhao Yanxi released her hand and let her slide slowly on her own.

Wenjing was extremely nervous, inching forward step by step like a child who had just learned to walk.

Ding Heng followed beside her, occasionally reaching out to help her.

Wenjing blushes every time he touches her, but she doesn't flinch.

Zhao Yanxi finally refrained from interfering too much and quietly watched the two figures walking side by side.

She was lost in thought when she suddenly lost her balance and fell forward.

"careful!"

Ding Heng reacted quickly and reached out to grab it.

Zhao Yanxi fell into his arms, and the moment their eyes met, her heart skipped a beat.

"Are you okay?"

"N-nothing..."

Zhao Yanxi quickly got up from Ding Heng's arms, her ears burning slightly.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Ding Heng slid back to Wen Jing's side.

Zhao Yanxi stood there, stunned, her heart still pounding.

For a fleeting moment, she actually felt...

No, it's impossible.

She shook her head, banishing the absurd thought.

The three then went to the movie theater, where a comedy film was shown, packed with laughs.

This time, Zhao Yanxi completely gave up being a third wheel and let Ding Heng sit right next to Wen Jing.

As the movie began, Wenjing was amused and kept laughing, her body unconsciously leaning towards Ding Heng.

Halfway through the movie, Zhao Yanxi suddenly stood up.

"I'm going to the restroom."

Before leaving the screening room, Zhao Yanxi looked back once.

Wen Jing stared quietly at the screen, while Ding Heng stared quietly at the girl.

The light from the screen shone on the little white rabbit's face, flickering between bright and dim.

Her cute, round face and slightly pursed lips made her look nervous.

Ding Heng slowly reached out his hand, his fingertips touching the back of Wen Jing's hand.

Wenjing trembled slightly... but she did not flinch.

The next second, Ding Heng placed his large hand over hers, his palm warm, and enveloped her entire hand.

Wenjing lowered her head, her ears turning slightly red.

She didn't pull her hand away, nor did she look at Ding Heng, letting him hold it.

Ding Heng did not take any further action.

The two held hands, watching the people on the screen laughing and joking.

A few minutes later, Zhao Yanxi returned. As she sat down, she glanced at the two of them unconsciously, and a feeling welled up in her heart.

strange.

She couldn't say...

After leaving the mall, Ding Heng rushed to his next destination without stopping.

Lin Man had sent several messages, the last one being a voice message.

"Little brother, when are you coming?"

Ding Heng replied with "Coming soon," hailed a taxi, and quickly arrived at Hua Qing and Lin Man's shop.

I paid and got out of the car, and was about to go inside when I heard arguing coming from inside the store.

"I don't care! This garment belongs to your company! It came undone after I wore it only once. Your quality is defective, and you must give me a refund!"

A rough, hoarse female voice, very loud.

Ding Heng pushed open the door and went in, only to be met with a wall.

Judging by her appearance, she was a little over 1.6 meters tall and weighed at least 180 kilograms. She was carrying a Hanfu dress with a noticeable tear at the hem.

Lin Man stood in front of her, arms crossed, her expression icy.

"First, you bought this dress a month ago, which is past the seven-day no-reason return period. Second, you said you 'worn it once,' but look at the mud stains on the hem and the sweat stains around your waist. Could you have worn it once and it's in this state? Third..."

She picked up her phone from the table and warned sternly, "I've already called the police, and they'll be here soon. If you have any objections, talk to the police later."

The woman changed slightly, but quickly reverted to her domineering ways.

"Call the police? Go ahead and call them! Do you think I'm afraid of you? Let me tell you, my uncle is xxxx... Calling the police won't do you any good!"

"is it?"

Lin Man sneered and turned on her phone camera: "That's perfect. Let your uncle come along too. I want to see how he teaches his family members to throw a tantrum."

"you……"

The woman was speechless with shock. Suddenly, she took a step forward and reached out to snatch the phone from Lin Man's hand.

What are you doing!

Hua Qing rushed out from behind the cashier and stood in front of Lin Man.

The woman shoved her away, and Hua Qing stumbled two steps before crashing into the wall.

"Huaqing!"

Lin Man quickly went to help her.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the woman grabbed the vase on the table, lifted it high, and smashed it against the clothes rack.

With a crisp sound, the vase shattered into pieces, splattering stains everywhere.

After venting her anger, the woman realized the police were about to arrive. Just as she was about to turn around, Ding Heng stepped forward and blocked her path, his face grim.

Who are you?

The woman's tone was unfriendly.

Ding Heng didn't answer, but grabbed her wrist.

"Hiss... What are you doing! Let go!"

The woman felt the pain and began to struggle.

"You broke things in the store and then hit someone."

Ding Heng tightened his grip on his wrist: "Don't even think about running away today."

"You...you let me go! I'm telling you, I..."

"You ruined someone's clothes and smashed their things, and you think you can just leave like that?"

"Then what do you want!"

"Wait for the police to arrive."

"you……"

The woman suddenly opened her mouth and bit Ding Heng's hand.

"hiss!"

Ding Heng gasped, blood seeping from the back of his hand.

He didn't let go, but continued to twist her wrists even tighter, forcefully pressing her against the wall.

"Biting? Fine, add intentional injury to the list."

The woman was in so much pain that her eyes were filled with tears, and she was cursing incoherently.

Finally, police sirens sounded downstairs, and Ding Heng went to the police station with Lin Man and Hua Qing.

Police officers often tend to be lenient and appease when dealing with these kinds of cases.

Lin Man was so angry that she called her lawyer and took a hard line, refusing to accept a settlement!