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

She followed Ding Heng up to the second floor and pushed open a small door.

The box wasn't large, but it had an excellent view, facing the stage directly without any obstructions.

There are two comfortable chairs, and a small coffee table next to them, on which are placed fruit and desserts.

Hua Qing sat down in her chair, looked down at the stage, and asked in surprise, "How did you manage to get such a good spot?"

Ding Heng sat down next to her: "Didn't I say? I have a friend..."

Hua Qing pouted and didn't ask any further questions.

That makes sense; Ding Heng's background is anything but simple, so getting a performance ticket should be a piece of cake for him.

It was exactly 7 p.m.

The lights dimmed, a spotlight shone on the stage, and music began.

Don Quixote, a classic ballet, is a staple of the Mochâteau Grand Theatre repertoire.

The actors entered from both sides, and the stage instantly became lively.

Hua Qing leaned forward slightly, her expression extremely serious.

His eyes were glued to the stage, as if afraid of missing a single detail.

Ding Heng glanced at her every now and then. The usually aloof and elegant classical beauty now looked hesitant, like a child visiting Disneyland for the first time.

That pure, heartfelt amazement and joy was impossible to conceal.

Especially when the female lead appears.

The principal ballerina of the Mochen Grand Theatre, a Slavic woman in her thirties.

She has a slender figure, beautiful lines, and every movement is extremely precise.

Hua Qing's breath hitched for a moment as she stared at the dancers on stage, a sense of mutual appreciation almost overflowing from her eyes.

"So beautiful..."

She murmured softly.

Ding Heng leaned back in his chair and looked at her.

"You senior also knows ballet?"

"Ah."

Hua Qing nodded, her gaze still fixed on the stage.

"Although I specialize in classical and folk dance, I have also studied a little ballet with a teacher."

She pointed to the woman on the stage: "Ekaterina Sokolova, one of my idols, I never thought I would see her in person one day..."

Ding Heng's lips curved into a smile, knowing that the time was almost right.

He cleared his throat: "The Moscow Grand Theatre was founded in 1776, even before the founding of the United States. With more than two hundred years of history, it has experienced fires, wars, and reconstruction, and has always been the center of Russian ballet art."

Hua Qing tilted her head and blinked: "You know?"

"I know a little bit."

Ding Heng put on airs and acted pretentiously.

"Their ballet style is quite different from that of Western Europe, focusing more on technique and power, as well as maintaining the flavor of classical drama."

Look, their movements are more expansive, their jumps are higher, and their spins are faster—completely unlike the more elegant style of Western Europe.

"You know ballet?"

"I did say I know a little bit."

Ding Heng put on an expression that said, "Praise me quickly."

Hua Qing was stunned for a moment, and then—"pfft" burst out laughing.

It was a very soft sound, but it was definitely a laugh.

For the first time, this expression appeared on that usually aloof face—not a polite one, not a perfunctory one, but a genuine smile from the heart.

She shook her head: "What you just said is all basic stuff. The style of the Mo City Grand Theatre is indeed more theatrical, but you don't understand it at all. The root of it all is their training system."

Look, they emphasize foot strength and control. When dancers stand on their toes, their insteps are more pointed, and they can hold the position for a longer time. And their jumps—look!

On the stage, Ekaterina is performing a high jump.

His body soared into the air, his legs splitting into a perfect angle in mid-air, and he landed silently.

"Their leaps emphasize a sense of suspension in the air, as if they could pause in mid-air before landing. This is a unique skill of the Mo City Grand Theatre, difficult for other schools to achieve, and then there's their spinning..."

Hua Qing became more and more excited as she spoke, and a rare radiance appeared on her usually cool face.

Ding Heng leaned back in his chair, listening quietly to her story, nodding occasionally and humming in agreement, like a diligent student.

Hua Qing talked for a while before realizing what was going on.

Did Ding Heng buy the ticket especially for me?

Did you even go out of your way to look up information about the Mo City Grand Theatre?

Just to put on an act in front of me and win my favor?

"Pretending to know what you don't... How naive!"

Hua Qing muttered to herself, while a certain thought echoed in her mind and wouldn't go away.

It may be childish, but somehow it feels... strangely cute!

He's like a naive high school boy who doesn't know anything about pursuing girls and is putting all his effort in the wrong direction.

At the same time, in Ding Heng's mind...

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 19%...20%]

[Ding! The progress of the romantic connection has exceeded 20%, and the stage goal has been achieved!]

[Rewards: Divine Merit +1000, Perception +6, Skill "Sword Heart Clarity" upgraded!]

In fact, for Ding Heng, as long as he activates his True Sight Eye, he can obtain information about the actors on stage. Pretending to know everything is too easy for him.

The goal was to make Hua Qing feel that he was putting in the effort, but not too much effort.

By projecting an impression of being somewhat knowledgeable but lacking substance, you leave ample room for the woman to show off later.

Just like Secretary Yuliang, he might like a girl who knows the history of the Ming Dynasty, but he definitely wouldn't like a girl who knows the history of the Ming Dynasty better than him!

So far, the results are good.

On stage, the performance was nearing its end.

Amidst enthusiastic applause, the actors took their curtain calls time and again.

Hua Qing stood up and clapped vigorously until the curtain fell.

The lights came on, and Ding Heng got up to leave, when the system prompted him again in his mind.

【Wings of Calamity: Dragongrass】

[Current Status: Enraged Evil Dragon]

【HP: 88%】

Longhe!?

My health points, which haven't changed in a long time, suddenly dropped by one percent?

Ding Heng quickly looked around, trying to find a figure.

Hua Qing suddenly spoke up again, her tone solemn.

"By the way, if you can, please give my regards to your friend."

Thank you for the ticket; it allowed me to see such a wonderful performance in person!

Chapter 74: Making My Best Buddy Call Me Dad

"is it?"

Ding Heng gave a forced smile, his gaze continuing to search for Long He's figure.

What about people?

Could it be that this girl secretly installed surveillance cameras in the private room?

Suddenly his phone vibrated, and Ding Heng took it out to look at it.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: Stop looking, just keep reading.

Ding Heng turned around and glanced at the private room on the side. The curtain was lifted slightly, and two girls inside were preparing to leave.

One of them was tall with long, golden-brown curly hair and was wearing casual sportswear—it was Long He!

After a long time, Ding Heng saw Long He again and was momentarily dazed.

Long He seemed not to see Ding Heng. He took out a mask and sunglasses from his pocket, put them on slowly, and turned to follow his companions outside.

A moment later, Ding Heng's phone vibrated again.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: It's inconvenient to talk when there are too many people in the theater, so I came here.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: [Address]

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: Want to have a drink together? Bring your girlfriend along too.

Ding Heng thought for a moment and decisively responded with the key information first!

[Ding Heng]: She doesn't count as my girlfriend.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: [Milk dragon question mark.jpg]

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: We'll talk about it after you bring her here.

[Ding Heng]: Are you sure you're not going to give me the cold shoulder later?

【Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon】: What else? Otherwise, why would you let a young woman go home alone so late at night?

Ding Heng put away his phone: "Senior, my friend invited us to go drinking, are you going?"