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

Lin Man tilted her head and smiled sweetly: "Handsome guy, are you Senior Hua Qing's boyfriend?"

Ding Heng met her mischievous, foxy eyes and realized that this woman had ill intentions.

He calmly replied, "For now, I suppose. What brings you here?"

"For now?"

Lin Man blinked, her smile meaningful: "It means you haven't been officially appointed yet."

She took another step closer, and a fragrance wafted over—sweet, but not cloying.

"Do you want to know about Senior Hua Qing anytime, anywhere?"

"Can you give it to me?"

Lin Man didn't say anything, took out her phone, opened the WeChat QR code, and handed it to Ding Heng: "Here."

Ding Heng smiled and asked, "What are the conditions?"

Lin Man exclaimed "Oh dear!" and gave him a reproachful look.

Don't think of them as so materialistic!

She dragged out her words, her voice soft and charming: "As a good teammate of Senior Hua Qing, of course I just want her to find a boyfriend soon."

Ding Heng sneered inwardly.

This woman, she was just planning to embarrass him and Hua Qing, and I haven't even settled the score with her yet!

If he and Hua Qing were really doing something shady, it would probably become known throughout the whole school.

Is that so?

Ding Heng remained expressionless, calmly taking out his phone and scanning the QR code to add a friend.

"Ding--"

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The profile picture is a chibi-style cartoon version of the Overwatch character Kiriko; the ID is: 【林狐引路】

Chapter 73: You Even Know Ballet? (Request to Read More)

"You can contact me if you need anything!"

After adding her as a friend, Lin Man happily said goodbye and left.

The following afternoon.

Ding Heng originally planned to have dinner with Wen Jing before contacting Hua Qing.

As it approached four o'clock, Ding Heng was resting in his dormitory when a message popped up on his phone.

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: I've arrived at your school.

Ding Heng glanced at the time; there were still more than three hours until the performance started.

Good grief! You can't wait that long?

He first sent a message to Wenjing, then tidied himself up a bit, got up and walked out of the school.

Before leaving home, Wenjing sent a reply.

【Good Luck Xiaojing】: [Little rabbit nodding obediently.jpg] Okay~

Ding Heng put away his phone, quickened his pace, and arrived at a parking area, where he spotted a familiar electric scooter in the distance.

"Why is the senior in such a hurry?"

Ding Heng opened the car door and got into the passenger seat: "Isn't the performance supposed to start at 7 p.m.?"

"It's better to get there early, there might be traffic on the way!"

Hua Qing turned her head, and Ding Heng was stunned by her gaze.

The highest respect a woman can show when going out is a full face of makeup!

Her eyebrows were meticulously shaped, her eyeshadow was a light orange-pink, her eyeliner was slightly upturned, and her eyelashes were curled and distinct.

A light sweep of blush, and a soft mauve lip color with a touch of dewy shine.

Her long hair was styled into a bun similar to that of a Tang Dynasty court maid, piled high on her head, with a hairpin dangling from it. A few stray strands of hair fell across her forehead and around her ears, giving her a slightly broken look.

It is paired with a modernized version of the Tang-style Qi-Xiong Ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), with a very light green color and a thin fabric, like tender buds in early spring.

A matching sash was tied around her chest, with delicate tassels hanging down.

She wore a matching light green overcoat with wide sleeves, made of semi-transparent gauze, and the cuffs were embroidered with silver lotus patterns.

Ding Heng was stunned and speechless for a few seconds before asking with a smile, "Senior, you didn't just 'dress casually' today, did you?"

Hua Qing stared straight ahead, her tone stiff: "I originally wanted to just wear something casual, but I have no choice. You made a request last time, so I can only fulfill my duties as your girlfriend."

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "What about what you promised me last night, senior?"

"Don't worry, I won't break my promise!"

Hua Qing took a deep breath and prepared herself mentally.

She put down her phone, gripped the hem of her skirt, and slowly moved it up inch by inch.

Hua Qing's ankles were very slender, and the insteps were slightly taut, clearly showing the outline of her bones, which were now tightly wrapped in white silk.

Delicate, smooth, and translucent white silk stockings made with horse oil!

The skirt continued to rise, sweeping across her calves, knees, and thighs... The horse oil stockings clung tightly to her skin, outlining every inch of her figure.

White stockings, if not photoshopped, can easily make legs look thicker in real life.

But Hua Qing's legs definitely won't.

Her legs are typical of those sculpted from years of dance practice, irrigated by sweat and countless days and nights of practice.

While possessing a slender and bony figure, she also has clear, smooth, and powerful muscle lines.

The skirt continues to rise, reaching mid-thigh, revealing a section of lace camisole that disappears into the waistband along the curve of the leg.

"stop!"

Ding Heng finally called a stop, and Hua Qing froze instantly.

She neither put it down nor continued to lift it; she gripped the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands and remained motionless.

Several seconds.

Ding Heng didn't speak, and Hua Qing didn't move either.

She desperately wanted to pull down her skirt to cover her legs and block Ding Heng's gaze, but she didn't dare.

Because Ding Heng only said "stop," but didn't say "let go."

"asshole……"

She couldn't help but mutter a curse, her voice barely audible.

Ding Heng could hear it, but he didn't care.

He leaned back leisurely in the car seat, quietly appreciating the beautiful spring scenery before him.

Hua Qing could only tilt her head, her eyelashes drooping, her lips bitten until they turned white.

humiliation.

resentment.

There's something else...

System notifications kept popping up in Ding Heng's mind.

[Progress of the romantic connection: 14%...15%...16%...]

The numbers slowly jumped upwards.

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 17%]

The numbers stopped moving.

Ding Heng waited a few more seconds to make sure the progress bar had completely stopped before he said, "Put it down."

Hua Qing felt as if she had been granted a pardon, and quickly lowered her skirt to cover her legs completely.

Then she turned back and glared at Ding Heng with shame and indignation.

"Scumbag!"

This time the sound was much louder, and then a system notification popped up in Ding Heng's mind again.

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 18%]

Does criticizing it lead to a slight increase in prices?

interesting!

Hua Qing started the vehicle and slowly merged into the traffic.

Ding Heng sat in the passenger seat, quietly admiring the beauty beside him.

He deliberately made Hua Qing wear white stockings yesterday, it was definitely not because he wanted to see them!

More importantly, test the water temperature first...

This time it's just stockings that are a little too revealing; who knows what they might be next?

Afterwards, the two found a place to have a quick bite to eat, and around 6:30, they arrived at the Xingcheng Cultural and Art Center Grand Theater on time.

Ding Heng led Hua Qing into the building and through the long corridor.

After checking the ticket, the staff at the entrance nodded politely: "Sir, your private room is on the second floor. This way, please."

Hua Qing was stunned.

A private room?