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

She was looking down at her phone, occasionally brushing aside a strand of hair that was hanging down.

"That's Bai Zhiya." Liu Chiwang lowered his voice: "I found her short video account this morning, guess how many followers she has?"

"How many?"

"More than two hundred thousand!"

Ding Heng took the phone and glanced at it. Most of the videos were everyday life and costume videos, and they all had a high number of likes.

"Wow, she's an internet celebrity..."

Qian Pu complained, but couldn't help but take a second look.

Ding Heng put down his phone without offering any further comment.

She is indeed good-looking, with a pure and innocent appearance, the kind of girl who would never lack suitors during her four years of university.

However, compared to Wenjing and Zhao Yanxi, she is only considered "good".

Perhaps sensing the gaze behind her, Bai Zhiya suddenly turned around.

Liu Chiwang, Qian Pu, and Chen Mo all lowered their heads in unison, pretending to rummage through their bags and look at their phones.

Ding Heng was the only one who didn't flinch, meeting Bai Zhiya's gaze with a polite smile.

Bai Zhiya tossed her hair and turned back.

His expression seemed a little... smug?

A moment later, a middle-aged man pushed open the door and walked in.

She was in her early thirties, slightly overweight, with a high hairline, wearing a plaid shirt and casual pants, and holding a thermos in her hand.

"Hello everyone, I am your counselor, my surname is Zhou, Zhou Zheng."

He walked to the front of the classroom, put down his thermos, picked up the chalk and wrote his name and phone number on the blackboard, while clearing his throat.

"For the next four years, you can come to me if you need anything. I will help if I can, and there's nothing I can do if I can't."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Zhou Zheng adjusted his glasses and continued, "Today's class meeting will mainly cover two things. First, everyone will get to know each other and sign up to elect class officers. Second, we'll discuss the arrangements for this semester..."

After a brief explanation, the counselor arranged for everyone to go on stage and introduce themselves one by one.

The whole process lasted until 9 p.m., and the overall atmosphere was pretty good. Afterwards, everyone left one by one to prepare for the formal class the next day.

Because the weather in Xingcheng is too hot in September, schools are worried about students suffering from heatstroke, so the military training of several schools has been postponed to October. Therefore, everyone can have a good rest for the first month.

Back in his dorm room, Ding Heng washed up and lay down on his bed when Hua Qing sent him another message.

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: Are you busy with the start of school? Can you reply to my message?

Ding Heng hovered his thumb above the screen, having already formed a basic judgment in his mind.

Although Hua Qing is not as socially anxious as Wen Jing, her social skills are not particularly outstanding either.

He speaks and acts in a very rigid and methodical manner, and has little sense of humor.

Hua Yue is absolutely right to call her a "dance fanatic"; she probably never puts her mind on anything other than practicing dance.

[Ding Heng]: Senior, do you really want to date me?

【A Sea of ​​Flowers Under a Sunny Day】: You can give it a try.

The brief four-word reply almost made Ding Heng burst out laughing.

It's not "thinking", it's "being able to try".

It's like doing a task.

He sent another message.

[Ding Heng]: So, senior, are you a good girl?

Hua Qing suddenly fell silent.

three minutes.

five minutes.

Just when Ding Heng thought she wouldn't reply, the screen lit up.

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: I don't know what your standard for a "good girl" is. If you mean whether she has ever been in a relationship—no.

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: I've been practicing dance since I was little, so I never had the time or thought about these things. I was in arts school during junior high and high school, getting up at six every day to practice and not getting back to the dormitory until ten at night. Not to mention university, it was all about competitions, performances, rehearsals, and even winter and summer vacations were spent in intensive training.

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: If you mean whether I've done anything outrageous—no. I don't go to bars, I don't smoke, I don't drink, I don't stay up late, I don't date, I don't wear revealing clothes, I don't spend time alone with boys, all my attention is on dancing.

【A Sunny Day Amidst a Sea of ​​Flowers】: Now you can judge whether I qualify as a "good girl"!

Chapter 62: Go teach good girls to be bad!

Ding Heng stared at the long message on the screen, his expression a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

He could sense that his joking "question" made Hua Qing very uncomfortable, to the point that she overreacted.

This ethereal senior is so easily teased.

Ding Heng: [Sighing with regret.jpg]

【A Sea of ​​Flowers Under a Sunny Day】: What are you regretting?

[Ding Heng]: It's a pity I'm a bad boy, I'm afraid I'll lead my senior sister astray.

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: Don't worry, I'm not afraid of going bad.

Ding Heng couldn't hold back any longer and leaned against the headboard, laughing for a long time.

Man-machine.

Purely human-machine interaction.

There was no romance, no fuss, just the desire to get the ointment.

Ding Heng suppressed his smile and continued typing.

[Ding Heng]: Okay, senior, you can set a time.

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: Is tomorrow okay?

The sense of anticipation was almost palpable.

[Ding Heng]: Then you'll have to wait until I finish my class.

【Sea of ​​Flowers Under a Sunny Day】: What time is it for you?

[Ding Heng]: 5:30 PM.

【A Sea of ​​Flowers Under a Sunny Day】: Good.

Another few minutes passed.

【A Sea of ​​Flowers Under a Sunny Day】: Good night.

……

The next day, at 5:20 pm, the professor finally finished explaining the last point of knowledge, closed the textbook and said: "That's all for today. Remember to hand in the first assignment next week."

Ding Heng slowly put the pen into his bag, and Liu Chiwang came over.

"Old Ding, want to have dinner together tonight?"

"No, I have something to do."

"Something else? You've had something to do every single day since school started three days ago."

"busy."

Ding Heng had just stepped out of the classroom with his bag on his back when he suddenly stopped.

Hua Qing was standing at the door, wearing a light yellow gauze short shirt with light cloud patterns embroidered on the collar and wide sleeves that revealed a section of her fair and slender wrist.

Her lower body was dressed in a dark blue horse-face skirt, the hem of which was embroidered with silver lotus scrolls, swaying gently in the breeze.

A matching palace sash was tied around her waist, with a small jade pendant hanging from it.

Her long hair was half-tied up and loosely secured with a wooden hairpin, while the rest cascaded over her shoulders.

She just stood there, naturally attracting the attention of passersby.

The boys stood and stared, the girls whispered among themselves, and some even secretly took out their phones to take pictures.

"Wow—a fairy descended to earth?"

He heard Liu Chiwang gasp behind him.

Qian Pu asked curiously, "Who is this? Someone from our school?"

Chen Mo pushed up his glasses: "Is she looking this way?"

While everyone was talking, Hua Qing walked over, her horse-face skirt swaying gently with her steps, the silver threads shimmering in the sunlight.

She stood in front of Ding Heng.

"I'm here, where are we going?"

The voice was clear and melodious, like a mountain stream, and the three roommates were completely petrified.

Ding Heng turned around and waved his hand: "You guys go back first."

"Ah? Oh... okay, okay..."

The three nodded mechanically, watching Ding Heng and the "fairy" leave side by side.

Ding Heng sighed and chuckled: "Senior, why didn't you tell me you were coming to see me?"

Hua Qing tilted her head slightly: "Didn't we agree on this yesterday? 5:30, and I was right on time."

"We made an appointment, but you can wait in the car or send me a message to come over. There's no need to stand at the door."

"why?"

"Didn't you see how many people were filming you just now?"