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

"Scumbag..."

Hua Qing jolted awake, turned her head away, clenched her teeth, and squeezed out a syllable through her clenched teeth.

It was very soft, but Ding Heng heard it clearly.

Then look at that stunningly beautiful face, and you'll see humiliation, anger, and disgust.

But Ding Heng didn't mind at all; in fact, he was a little excited.

Because the system in your mind is giving you a prompt.

【Azure Cold Sword Immortal: Hua Qing】

[Current Status: A Fairy Who Has Lost All Her Cultivation Power]

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 12%]

[Progress of severing emotional ties: 0%]

12%.

Good heavens, it's gone up!?

Chapter 72: Bad Woman, Vixen

While cursing someone as scum, the progress bar keeps going up?

Ding Heng took another look at the aloof and proud classical beauty in front of him, still looking unwilling.

But if the system doesn't malfunction...

Does this mean there are still hidden attributes to be unlocked?

Just as Ding Heng was about to conduct further tests, he suddenly heard a "click" and the door was pushed open from the outside.

As if electrocuted, Hua Qing abruptly broke free from Ding Heng's embrace.

She took two steps back, straightened her clothes, and tossed her hair, trying to appear nonchalant.

"Hey, senior, what are you doing here?!"

The person who came was Lin Man.

"Why is the lock broken... I thought it was locked."

She feigned a gasp of surprise, then turned her gaze to Ding Heng, her eyes showing just the right amount of astonishment.

And who is this?

"me……"

Hua Qing was so nervous that she became incoherent until an arm reached out and gently took her arm.

Ding Heng naturally pulled Hua Qing into his arms and smiled slightly at Lin Man.

"Hello, my name is Ding Heng!"

He didn't explain his relationship with Hua Qing, but their intimate gestures spoke volumes.

Lin Man blinked, a shy expression appearing on her face.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."

She waved her hand, making a move to leave: "The counselor asked me to come and get something, I didn't expect... Did I disturb you?"

"Get something?"

Hua Qing regained her composure, her tone suddenly becoming harsher, offering no leeway: "You're coming to the storeroom to get something? There are so many staff members here, why would we ask you to get something!"

The unspoken message is—Don't try to fool me, Lin Man, you're doing this on purpose!

Faced with the questioning, Lin Man remained calm and composed, instead smiling naturally and appropriately.

"Since my senior is angry and doesn't want to see me... then I'll come back later."

She shrugged, turned, and left, not giving Hua Qing a chance to continue her outburst.

"A clown!"

Hua Qing scoffed.

Ding Heng asked curiously, "What's her relationship with you, senior?"

"My dance teammate has no real talent, but he's good at cheating and shirking his duties. He's lazy and undisciplined in training, and he got his position as an assistant dancer by pulling strings..."

Hua Qing had no liking for Lin Man at all, and bluntly said, "She probably thought that you and I were doing something shady in the storeroom, and deliberately came over to embarrass us."

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow, pondering that Hua Qing and Lin Man had quite a conflict, as they were exchanging insults without stopping.

"Did the senior have a conflict with her?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

Hua Qing's tone and expression returned to their usual coldness: "If you have other plans, we'd better go to a hotel. It's not suitable here with so many people coming and going."

"It's nothing serious."

Ding Heng pulled two tickets out of his pocket: "Tomorrow is Sunday, I'd like to invite my senior to a performance."

What kind of performance?

"The Mocheng Grand Theatre Ballet will be coming to Changsha tomorrow to perform in collaboration with Hunan TV."

Before Ding Heng could finish speaking, Hua Qing's eyes lit up instantly.

That aloofness seemed to have been shattered by something, revealing a touch of cuteness, like a greedy child discovering candy.

But soon, she regained her aloof demeanor.

How did you manage to get the tickets?

Hua Qing tried her best to remain calm, but her eyes would occasionally glance at the two tickets.

"I have a friend... well, it doesn't really matter."

Ding Heng smiled and handed over the ticket: "Senior, are you going?"

The ticket is exquisite, featuring a silhouette of the principal ballerina of the Moscow Grand Theatre, the theatre's logo, and a bilingual (Chinese and Russian) introduction.

Hua Qing took the ticket, lowered her head and muttered softly, "If you insist that I go..."

Ding Heng smiled knowingly. Sure enough, anything related to dance was a special target for Hua Qing.

"Oh, right, there's one last thing."

Ding Heng then took a paper bag out of his bag and handed it to Hua Qing: "Senior, please be more careful next time. Don't leave things like this at the hotel; it will cause trouble for others."

Hua Qing took the paper bag and looked down at it; her face flushed red from her ears to her neck.

She wanted to explain, but Ding Heng didn't give her the chance. He suddenly leaned close to her ear, his breath brushing against her earlobe.

"I also put a small gift in the paper bag, hoping that my senior will wear it to see me when I go to the performance tomorrow."

Ding Heng stepped back, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"May I?"

Hua Qing stood there stunned for several seconds before finally managing to squeeze out two words through gritted teeth.

"Can……"

After saying that, she turned and ran.

The silver ornaments jingled, the hem of her skirt fluttered in the wind, and she quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Ding Heng's expression returned to normal, and he turned and walked out of the stadium.

A cool night breeze blew, and students were still walking around in twos and threes in the passageway outside the stadium.

Just as Ding Heng stepped out the door, a figure suddenly appeared and blocked his way.

"Handsome guy~ We meet again!"

Lin Man's voice was charming, and she had already changed into casual clothes.

A loose-fitting black oversized sweatshirt, the sleeves long enough to cover the fingertips, revealing only a few slender, pale fingers hooking a phone.

The hem of her sweatshirt barely covered the edge of her hot pants, and her two legs stretched out from inside. They were long and straight, but compared to ordinary dance students, Lin Man's legs could be described as "thick".

Especially the thighs, which are covered with a thin layer of soft flesh that is fair, plump, and healthy!

Paired with chunky dad shoes, the laces are tied loosely, creating a casual and natural look.

The streetlights shone down from above and to the side, casting a long shadow over her.

Ding Heng hadn't noticed before, but now that he looked closely, he could see Lin Man's features clearly.

In an instant, he suddenly remembered what those stories from Liaozhai said about fox spirits with "eyes that could steal souls and captivate the spirit."

Those eyes were truly captivating, with a slightly upturned, narrow shape and a natural touch of pale red at the corners, as if someone had lightly brushed a stroke of peach blossom rouge across them.

However, her face still had a slight flush from dancing, and her wisps of hair were damp with sweat and stuck to her cheeks.

Her nose was small and pert, and her lips were slightly parted, revealing a bit of her shell-like teeth.

The lips were a natural rosy red, like a cherry that had been bitten, with juice still seeping onto the lips and not yet wiped away.

With such eyebrows and eyes, paired with that small face, she should have been irresistibly alluring.

But she was so young.

Her face is full of collagen, her cheeks are plump, and the lines from her jaw to her neck are smooth but not sharp, instead with a soft curve.

When she smiles, her eyes unconsciously curve, and that innate charm reveals a touch of innocent naiveté.

"Handsome, why aren't you saying anything?"

Lin Man took a step forward, her chest rising in a full arc.

It wasn't a forced bulge, but a soft line that created a natural crease in the black cotton fabric.

The curve of her neck, falling beneath her slender frame and long neck, created an unexpected and striking effect.

Generally speaking, dance students are mostly flat-chested, but she is different. Her little bit of plumpness is stretched out in the sweatshirt, but is quickly covered by the looseness of the sweatshirt.

Ding Heng withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, having already formed a basic judgment in his mind: "Something wrong?"