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

He chose to send two pictures, both of which were of Hua Qing changing clothes in the hotel living room.

The picture reveals everything, both what should and shouldn't be shown, and it's the kind of picture that would likely not pass censorship if posted on a legitimate platform.

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: You promised me you wouldn't send indecent videos or photos!

[Ding Heng]: It was you, senior, who made the request. I didn't say I agreed.

[Ding Heng]: And what's indecent about this photo? Look at the lighting, the composition, it's art, isn't it! I spent a lot of time editing it!

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: Don't go too far!!!

Ding Heng stared at the three exclamation marks, and the corners of his mouth curved into a smile.

He didn't reply again, put his phone and tablet aside, and prepared to go to sleep.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, one minute.

Ding Heng turned over when his phone vibrated.

Another tremor.

Shake it again.

After the fourth vibration, Ding Heng finally picked up his phone and turned on the screen.

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: You wouldn't post this kind of photo, would you?

【A Sunny Day Amidst a Sea of ​​Flowers】：?

【A Sunny Day Amidst a Sea of ​​Flowers】: Ding Heng?

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: Anything is fine, just don't post these kinds of photos!

Ding Heng could almost picture what Hua Qing looked like on the other end of the phone.

With a tense face and furrowed brows, fingers flew across the keyboard as he typed. After finishing, he felt it wasn't right, so he deleted it and retyped it, only to end up with the same stiff, unnatural sentence.

[Ding Heng]: We'll see how you perform next, senior.

After sending the message, he shoved his phone under his pillow, and it vibrated again.

Ding Heng yawned nonchalantly, and a moment later, a soft snore began to rise...

Chapter 66: The Cute and Pink Zhao Yanxi

The following days passed uneventfully.

Hua Qing sends me messages every day.

Are you there? Have you eaten? Can we meet and talk some more?

Ding Heng gave it a cold shoulder.

They reply slowly, reply briefly, and sometimes they don't reply at all.

Eat when it's time to eat, attend classes when it's time to attend classes, sleep when it's time to sleep, and occasionally tease Wenjing.

These days, the first thing Little Rabbit does every morning is to secretly send Ding Heng a "good morning" picture while hiding from her roommate, and the picture is becoming increasingly daring.

She gradually adapted to university life, and during meals she would always chatter away with Ding Heng, talking about the interesting things that happened that day.

And just like that, the weekend arrived.

On Saturday morning, Ding Heng drove to Zhao Yanxi's university.

The car had just come to a stop and the engine was still running when a figure rushed over in a hurry.

Ding Heng got out of the car and was stunned. Zhao Yanxi was dressed like this today—

pink.

It's so pink.

She wore a pink and white shirt with a sailor knot at the chest. Because the shirt wasn't long enough, a faint outline of her fair waist could be seen.

She wore a plaid JK mini skirt, the hem of which was just the right length, ending at mid-thigh.

Her thighs were bare, shining white in the late summer sun.

She wore a pair of white mid-calf socks on her small feet, with the sock cuffs loosely bunched up above her ankles, paired with a pair of pink and white sneakers.

Her hair was tied into pigtails, not in a random way, but carefully styled.

Her ponytails on both sides were cleverly braided, with the ends slightly curled. A pair of cat ear hair clips swayed as she ran, and her misty purple hair shone in the sunlight, making her face appear even whiter.

She had a small white bag slung across her shoulder, with a fluffy pink charm hanging from it.

At first glance, she looks like someone who stepped out of the cover of a Japanese girls' magazine.

It also resembles a giant, moving, fragrant, and soft strawberry cream cake.

"Brother Ding Heng!"

Zhao Yanxi rushed over in three steps and buried her head in his arms.

Ding Heng was knocked back half a step and instinctively caught her.

Zhao Yanxi tilted her head back, her eyes sparkling, her face full of "Praise me, praise me, praise me" expressions, like a proud little kitten waiting for praise.

Ding Heng hugged the pink and tender girl in his arms and couldn't help but tug at one of her ponytails.

"Ahhh-"

He deliberately dragged out his words, his tone exaggerated like a strange uncle coaxing a child: "Baby, you're such a sweet and soft little cake!"

Zhao Yanxi chuckled, her eyes crinkling into crescents.

"Hehe... Brother Ding Heng, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you?"

She stepped back slightly from Ding Heng's embrace, reached for the small bag on her shoulder, unzipped it, and took things out one by one.

"Bananas, cake, milk, and—"

Zhao Yanxi tried her best to stand on tiptoe and climb onto Ding Heng's shoulders with both hands.

Ding Heng suddenly felt a fragrant breeze waft towards him, followed by a soft touch on his lips, carrying a hint of orange sweetness.

After more than ten seconds, Zhao Yanxi stepped back, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"You wanted the orange flavor, okay? I'll be good, won't I?"

Ding Heng looked at her smug little face and patted her head as a reward.

"Good girl, next time we'll try the grape flavor."

"Hehe, um!"

Zhao Yanxi squinted her eyes contentedly, like a kitten whose fur had been stroked.

Ding Heng then looked him up and down, and asked jokingly, "Why are you dressed so pink today?"

Zhao Yanxi put her hands on her hips and glared at him angrily: "What do you mean 'dressed so pink and cute'! Aren't I cute and cute?"

"Tender".

Ding Heng smiled helplessly, and once again reached out to put his arm around Zhao Yanxi's soft and slender waist, pulling her into his embrace.

"My Yan hope is the cutest in the world, okay?"

"Hmph~ That's more like it."

Zhao Yanxi leaned against Ding Heng with satisfaction, a smile curving her lips.

This outfit actually suits Wenjing's sweet and gentle style better.

But it looks different on Zhao Yanxi.

If a quiet girl dresses like this, she will have a shy charm that makes you want to pat her on the back.

Zhao Yanxi wearing this kind of clothing is an expression of her openness and confidence, saying, "I know I'm cute, so I want you to see it."

Each has its own merits.

Ding Heng asked, "What are your plans for today?"

Zhao Yanxi stepped out of his embrace and began to ramble on about her plans.

"Come with me to the mall this morning. I haven't gone shopping in ages. Then we'll see a movie. There's a new one that just came out, and I hear it's pretty good."

"and then?"

"Then I'll grab a quick lunch out, and go back to the hotel to rest for a bit in the afternoon. My three roommates are coming over in the evening, and we'll have dinner together."

"roommate?"

"Yeah, I told them I have a boyfriend and even showed them photos from my WeChat Moments. But they didn't believe me and said I must have used AI to create these photos to deceive them."

Zhao Yanxi pouted, looking helpless: "I have to see it with my own eyes."

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "Do I have to go?"

Zhao Yanxi hugged Ding Heng's arm and said coquettishly, "Brother Ding Heng~ I wanted to show them that I wasn't lying, and... as long as they go back and spread the word that I really have a boyfriend, fewer people will come to me for my WeChat."

"A lot of people have been asking you for my WeChat ID since school started a week ago?"

"About ten."

Zhao Yanxi counted on her fingers: "I asked them directly on the road, asked through people, and added them through the classmate group. That's about the number... Sigh, I wish we were in the same school."

Ding Heng understood the implication in the girl's words and followed up, "Alright, then I'll come to see you every weekend to save you some trouble."

"That's what you said!"

Zhao Yanxi's eyes lit up, and she immediately chimed in, afraid that Ding Heng might change his mind: "If you don't come, I'll come looking for you!"

"Go, go, go!"

Ding Heng opened the passenger door and gestured for them to enter.

"Then let's get in the car today, Miss Zhao."

Zhao Yanxi gave a satisfied hum and bent down to get into the car.

Ding Heng closed the door and went around to the driver's seat.