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

"why?"

Zhao Yanxi counted on her fingers: "First, he's handsome and pleasing to the eye."

Secondly, having a little money means one won't be stingy.

Third, be courteous, know when to advance and retreat, and avoid being disliked.

Fourth, he's a great photographer. If he became my boyfriend, wouldn't he be able to take amazing photos of me for free, without limit, anytime, anywhere?

Wenjing retorted irritably, "Just because of these things, do you think people are so shallow?"

"I'm superficial?"

Zhao Yanxi retorted, "Xiao Jingjing, all those precious comic books in your drawer, which male protagonist isn't handsome, rich, and devoted? Why don't you say those authors are superficial?"

"I...that's different!"

Wenjing was speechless after being rebuked, and her face turned even redder.

Comics are a beautiful fantasy, but reality is never that simple.

"What's different?"

Zhao Yanxi snorted softly, raised her hand and slapped Wen Jing's white silk thigh lightly, making a soft "smack" sound.

"what!"

Wenjing, being quiet and sensitive, pulled her leg back.

"It's settled then!"

Zhao Yanxi made the final decision: "If you have feelings for Ding Heng, I, your sister, will definitely not compete with you! If you don't, just send me his WeChat contact information, and I'll add him and chat with him myself."

The bathroom door clicked open, and Hua Yue came out drying her hair, asking curiously, "What were you talking about?"

Wenjing felt a strange tightness in her chest, a bittersweet feeling, as she sensed the eager glint in Zhao Yanxi's eyes.

In the end, she opened her phone, found Ding Heng's business card, and sent it to Zhao Yanxi.

"Add it yourself."

Then, as if fleeing a disaster, Wenjing grabbed the change of clothes she had prepared beforehand and rushed into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later.

After taking a shower, Wenjing changed into her usual T-shirt and casual pants and walked out of the bathroom, only to see Zhao Yanxi looking dejected.

"what happened?"

Wenjing dried her hair with a towel and asked softly.

Zhao Yanxi looked up, her expression sullen: "He has set privacy settings, so I can't add him directly through his business card."

"what?"

Wenjing paused in her movements.

Zhao Yanxi immediately jumped out of bed, rushed to Wen Jing's side, hugged her arm, and rubbed against her like a spoiled big cat.

"Little Jingjing~ Good Jingjing~ You're the best! Please help me!"

"How...how can I help?"

"Why don't you talk to him and recommend my WeChat account to him?"

"This... I can't possibly ask that."

"Then what else..."

Zhao Yanxi's eyes darted around, and an idea came to her.

"Invite him out for lunch tomorrow, it's on me!"

"Ask me to go out?"

Wenjing looked completely bewildered.

Zhao Yanxi had already prepared an excuse: "Let's consider this a formal thank you for what happened at the hotel room today, and also a proper apology. After all, didn't you feel bad about misunderstanding him before?"

One sentence struck Wen Jing precisely, and that heavy sense of guilt surged into her heart once again.

An apology is indeed appropriate.

Alternatively, if it's just a simple meeting...

Finally, Wenjing took a deep breath.

"All right……"

Chapter 7: The Right Way to Apologize...

The following day at noon, in the lobby of the Chujiang Hotel.

As soon as Ding Heng entered the revolving door, Zhao Yanxi immediately stood up from the rest area and waved vigorously at him.

"Brother Ding Heng, over here!"

Zhao Yanxi changed out of her cosplay outfit, tied her ponytail high behind her head, and let a few strands of hair fall down along her swan-like neck, swaying gently in the wind.

A charcoal black short-sleeved shirt clung to her body, outlining her sharp shoulders and waist; the fabric had a slightly warm feel from being sun-dried. A burgundy sports jacket was casually tied around her waist, half draped over a gray pleated skirt and the other half hanging down the outside, subtly concealing her lower body and adding a touch of playfulness.

The seemingly casual outfit is actually full of subtle details, paired with light makeup, making her look pure, beautiful, and lively.

"good afternoon."

Ding Heng approached and responded with a smile.

Good afternoon!

Zhao Yanxi smiled brightly.

Good afternoon.

Wenjing, standing to the side, followed suit with a greeting, shifting slightly uncomfortably.

Compared to the meticulously dressed Zhao Yanxi, Wen Jing looked like a high school student who had just finished her morning exercise.

A standard student ponytail, a light gray tracksuit, a slightly loose round-neck long-sleeved top, and breathable casual pants.

But perhaps due to the size or design, the top was stretched into an exaggerated curve in front of her chest, making this otherwise ordinary outfit less "ordinary".

Ding Heng glanced over them and casually asked, "Where's Hua Yue? Didn't she come along?"

Zhao Yanxi explained, "She had some family matters to attend to, so she went back to Zhuzhou this morning."

Ding Heng then noticed the two suitcases standing behind them: "Are you also getting ready to go back?"

Wenjing nodded, her voice soft: "I've already found a ride, we'll leave after we finish eating."

Ding Heng glanced at the blazing sun outside the lobby and suggested, "Let's not go too far. Let's just grab something to eat at the hotel; it'll save us the trouble."

"Ah! We're eating here?"

Zhao Yanxi's expression clearly froze for a moment.

Although she came here today with the determination to "bleed big" to treat everyone to a meal to express her gratitude, this is a five-star hotel!

Isn't Ding Heng overestimating the financial strength of a high school graduate?

"It's alright, I'll treat you to this meal."

Ding Heng noticed Zhao Yanxi's predicament.

His idea was simple: save money wherever possible. There was no need to waste money on three poor students who had just graduated from high school, since hotel expenses were zero cost to him anyway.

Zhao Yanxi quickly waved her hand: "How could I... We said we were thanking you!"

"Are you really embarrassed?"

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow and teased, "That works too. When you pay the bill later, I'll have them give you a 20% discount."

"% off?"

Zhao Yanxi immediately made a face, her cheeks puffed out slightly, and she made a wronged yet cute expression.

"Fine, I'll just stay here and wash dishes all summer. Sigh... I don't know if I'll be able to report on time before school starts."

The two exchanged a knowing smile, stopped there, and didn't dwell on who should pay.

Ding Heng then gestured to the doorman to settle his luggage and turned to walk towards the elevator.

Zhao Yanxi naturally followed, walking beside Ding Heng, and began to chat about the fun things that happened at yesterday's comic convention. Her tone was light and her laughter was crisp.

Wenjing silently followed half a step behind the two, watching Zhao Yanxi's slender back and her profile as she chatted and laughed with Ding Heng, her feelings were hard to describe.

Zhao Yanxi has always been like this, from childhood to adulthood.

Like a bright, leaping flame, she is confident, cheerful, and poised, able to quickly become familiar with anyone, whether teachers, classmates, elders, or relatives; no one can dislike her.

Unlike myself, who is always tongue-tied, timid, and whose mind goes blank when nervous.

In a daze, Wenjing heard her mother's usual nagging echoing in her ears:

"Look at Zhao Yanxi, she's so sweet-talking, so quick-witted, and her studies aren't any worse than yours! Can't you learn from her? You're so quiet, you can't even utter a word!"

"Hey, with your quiet and reserved nature, what will you do when you go to college and enter society... Spend more time with Yan hope and learn from her quick wit."

"You've already graduated high school, how come other people can dress neatly and beautifully, while you just stay at home all day in your tracksuit..."

"Wenjing?"

Ding Heng's shout pulled Wen Jing back from her chaotic thoughts.

He had already entered the elevator with Zhao Yanxi, his hand on the open button, and he was looking back at her.

"Oh? They're here."

Wenjing's face flushed, and she quickly ran a few steps and squeezed into the elevator.

The Chinese restaurant at Chujiang Hotel is located on the 3rd floor, specializing in high-end, modern Hunan cuisine in an elegant setting.

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, Sister Sun, the restaurant manager, greeted me with a beaming smile: "Little Ding, you're here! Same three dishes as usual today?"

Ding Heng pointed to the two girls behind him: "We have friends here today, could you please get them a menu?"

"okay!"