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

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After the lawyer arrived, Lin Man briefly explained her demands.

They demanded compensation for the loss of clothing, the vase, and Ding Heng's medical expenses, while reserving the right to pursue legal action against them for disorderly conduct and intentional injury.

By the time I finished everything and got back to the shop, it was almost 1 a.m.

Hua Qing focused on tidying up the shop, while Lin Man kept asking Ding Heng about his well-being.

"Little brother, is your hand alright? That bitch must be a dog..."

"It's nothing, just a superficial injury."

Ding Heng looked down at the teeth marks on the back of his hand and gave a helpless, bitter smile.

"Little brother, I really have to thank you for getting bitten by a dog today."

Lin Man gently tapped Ding Heng's chest with her finger: "What benefits do you want? Hmm?"

Her tone was soft and seductive, making one's heart itch.

Hua Qing walked over at the right moment and glared at her irritably: "Lin Man, be serious and help tidy up!"

Lin Man had no choice but to walk away awkwardly and pick up a broom.

"Thank you."

Hua Qing turned to Ding Heng and said seriously, "If it weren't for you, I don't know what would have happened."

"Don't mention it, we're all friends."

Ding Heng took out his camera: "Um... are we taking pictures again today?"

"shoot!"

Lin Man immediately agreed: "Of course I'll film it! But..."

She pulled down the roller shutter and then turned around to dim a few of the lights in the shop.

The warm yellow light enveloped the room, instantly creating an ambiguous atmosphere.

"Let's close the door first, then take our time filming."

……

The last day of the National Day holiday.

Ding Heng slept until eleven o'clock, then got out of bed, his whole body aching.

Working non-stop these past few days, even an iron body can't take it anymore.

I envy myself in my dreams, always invincible...

He quickly washed up, changed his clothes, and rode a shared bicycle to school.

Baima sent a message saying she was already in the cafeteria.

Upon arriving at the cafeteria, I saw a petite figure sitting alone by the window, with several dishes laid out in front of her.

Ding Heng walked over and sat down, feigning surprise: "You ordered so much?"

"It's not often I treat you to a meal."

Baima smiled sheepishly, "I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I ordered a few more dishes."

Although the food in the school cafeteria is not expensive, it is still a significant expense for Baima in reality.

"From now on, order whatever you like to eat. I'm not a picky eater."

Ding Heng picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of pork rib.

Baima also started eating, glancing at Ding Heng every now and then before looking down again.

"Ding Heng".

"Ok?"

Have you been very busy these past few days?

"It's alright."

Ding Heng swallowed the food in his mouth: "I spent two days as someone's assistant and accompanied them on their trip, and then another day taking photos for them."

"You do part-time work too?"

"That's it."

Bai Ma simply said "Oh" and didn't ask any further questions.

A few seconds later, she couldn't help but speak again.

"You must have made a lot of money, right?"

"What money are we talking about? We're all friends, just helping each other out."

"Friend? Male or female?"

Ding Heng looked up at her, and Bai Ma quickly lowered her head, pretending to be focused on eating her rice.

When did you become so gossipy?

"I was just... asking casually."

Ding Heng smiled but didn't reply.

The two ate quietly for a while, then Ding Heng put down his chopsticks.

"Pema".

"Ok?"

"How did your family manage after your father passed away?"

"After my father passed away, my mother took me and my uncle's family to live. My uncle's family also had two children, a female cousin and a male cousin."

Baima sighed sadly, "It's just a pity that my cousin was carried away by a bear when he was eight years old."

"Another bear?"

Ding Heng felt a sense of unease.

"again……?"

"it's okay no problem."

Ding Heng quickly brushed it off, unaware whether the death of Baima's father was related to Quzhen.

Pema then began to recall: "That day, my uncle went out, and my brother insisted on going with him. My uncle found him annoying and didn't take him, so he secretly followed behind, and as a result... they never even found the body."

How old were you then?

"Six years old."

Do you remember him?

"I don't quite remember."

Baima sighed, "I just remember he was quite tall... After he passed away, my aunt cried for months, and she could only fall asleep every night by holding his clothes. So even though I don't remember much, seeing my aunt's sadness makes me feel sad too."

Ding Heng gazed quietly at Baima.

There were no tears in the little girl's eyes, but there was a sense of emptiness in them.

He reached out and covered Baima's hand, which was resting on the table.

"Pema".

"Ok?"

"From now on, I'll be your brother."

Baima froze.

She stared at Ding Heng with wide eyes, speechless for a long time.

Her delicate little face gradually turned red, the blush spreading from the tips of her ears to her neck.

"W-what did you say?"

“I said, I’ll be your brother from now on.”

Ding Heng spoke naturally.