Why is the system taking my request to photograph a cosplayer seriously?

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At midday, the sun was at its strongest, and sunlight streamed through the trees on the mountainside.

Ding Heng stood in front of the makeshift grill, brushing oil onto the meat skewers.

The flames licked at the chunks of meat, sizzling as they did so, with occasional drops of grease falling onto the charcoal and sending up plumes of white smoke.

Wenjing waited to the side, with washed vegetables and marinated meat skewers in front of her.

She would occasionally hand over a handful of meat, then take the skewers of meat that Ding Heng had grilled, apply the seasoning, and place them on the picnic table next to her.

"Ding Heng, is this much chili pepper enough?"

"It tastes just right to me, you can go ask them again."

Wenjing nodded obediently and continued to concentrate on helping out.

Zhao Yanxi came over, holding two half-cooked chicken wings in her hand, and presented them to Ding Heng like a treasure.

"Brother Ding Heng, try what I grilled!"

Ding Heng glanced down and saw that the chicken wings were patchy with black and white spots, and some places were even oozing blood.

He reached out and took it, then handed it to Wenjing: "Leave it for now, I'll bake it again later, don't waste it."

"Why!"

Zhao Yanxi said unhappily, "You haven't even tried it!"

Ding Heng joked, "Grandma, are you hoping I get food poisoning?"

Zhao Yanxi pouted and retreated dejectedly.

Beside another makeshift grill, Hua Yue held several skewers of beef and flipped them over the fire. Her movements were quite professional, but she flipped them too frequently, and the meat was almost falling apart.

Of the five, only Hua Qing was not interested in participating. She held an enamel cup in her hand, sipping hot water, her gaze occasionally drifting to Ding Heng by the oven before quickly looking away.

Hua Yue handed over a skewer of beef: "Sis, try mine!"

Hua Qing chewed for a moment, then frowned slightly: "Um...you and Yan hope shouldn't waste the food, give it all to Ding Heng."

Hua Yue: "..."

Zhao Yanxi laughed gleefully from the side.

After grilling the last batch of meat skewers, Ding Heng grabbed a towel and walked towards the pool.

He bent down, scooped up a handful of cool water from the pool, washed his face, and then used a towel to wipe his chest and arms.

The mountain spring water in December was bone-chillingly cold, but it was just right for Ding Heng.

Finally, he put on a black vest, walked back to the picnic table, sat down, picked up a can of beer, and took a big gulp.

"Phew—that feels so good!"

The girls remained still until Ding Heng sat down before starting their meal.

Wenjing leaned closer and whispered, "Ding Heng, how come you're so skilled at setting up a tent?"

Ding Heng put down his beer can: "My dad is a self-taught photographer. Sometimes he would take me out to shoot things and we would spend the night in the wild. That's how I learned to shoot."

Hua Yue asked curiously, "What is Uncle filming?"

Ding Heng responded: "Wild animals, natural scenery... I recently spent more than two months filming Tibetan antelopes in Hoh Xil."

Zhao Yanxi suddenly probed boldly, "Brother Ding Heng, when will you introduce me to your uncle?"

"Uh...cough cough cough!"

Ding Heng nearly choked on his beer, and subconsciously glanced at Hua Qing out of the corner of his eye.

Hua Qing lowered her head to eat her skewers, her eyes avoiding her gaze.

Ding Heng put down the wine jar and chuckled twice: "Let's talk about it another time... My dad is a wild man, he's never home all year round, so seeing him depends on fate."

Zhao Yanxi didn't think much of it, just gave a soft "oh" and continued to gnaw on the chicken wing in her hand.

We ate barbecue from noon until after 3 p.m., and before we knew it, the sun had started to set.

Zhao Yanxi stretched and pulled a deck of cards from her bag: "Come on, let's play cards!"

Hua Yue was the first to respond again: "What are you going to do?"

"Dou Dizhu? Run Fast?"

"Anything works!"

"Don't try to renege on your loss!"

"You're the one who's being lazy!"

Given her painful experience playing mahjong in Chengdu last time, Zhao Yanxi decisively excluded men from her plans.

With Wenjing not playing, in the end only she, Hua Qing, and Hua Yue were left.

As the first game began, Zhao Yanxi looked at the two people in front of her and suddenly realized a serious problem.

Playing cards with two sisters by yourself, isn't that just asking for trouble?

After several rounds, Zhao Yanxi realized she was overthinking things.

Hua Yue was quite proactive, constantly giving her older sister meaningful glances and gestures, hinting at which cards to play.

Hua Qing remained unmoved, seemingly deliberately going against her sister. Hua Yue hinted that she should play singles, but she insisted on playing pairs. Hua Yue told her not to break up straights, but she did it more enthusiastically than anyone else.

Suddenly, Zhao Yanxi cleared out spring again.

"Hey! Sis, what are you doing?"

Hua Yue couldn't understand why Hua Qing would help an outsider when she and Hua Qing were clearly sisters.

Hua Qing remained calm: "At the card table, everyone relies on their own skills."

Hua Yue: "???"

Each relying on their own abilities?

You two are sisters from the same root, yet you killed me!

Zhao Yanxi was overjoyed and secretly pondered to herself.

What does Sister Hua Qing mean by this? Are you helping me to screw over my own cousin?

Did you win too much in Chengdu last time and feel bad about it?

No matter what, winning money feels great!

On the other side of the riverbank, Ding Heng, holding his grandfather's treasured fishing gear, found a spot in a slightly deeper pool and cast his line into the water.

Wenjing obediently followed Ding Heng, pulled up a small stool, sat down, and watched him fish with her chin in her hand.

A mountain breeze blew in from the valley entrance, and Wenjing shrank her neck and wrapped her coat tighter.

Ding Heng glanced at her: "Cold?"

"fine."

"Go back if you're cold."

"I'm not going back."

Wenjing shook her head: "I'll stay with you."

Ding Heng didn't speak again, silently gazing at the floating bobber on the water's surface.

Wenjing suddenly took out a bag of snacks from her pocket, tore it open, took out a piece, and handed it to Ding Heng's mouth.

Ding Heng glanced down at it, then opened his mouth and swallowed.

Wenjing smiled contentedly, then took out a water glass and handed it to her: "Have some water."

Ding Heng bit the straw and took a sip, his face expressionless.

The two of them stayed there quietly, Ding Heng feeding the fish and Wen Jing feeding him.

The float suddenly sank, and Ding Heng flicked his wrist, causing the fishing rod to bend into an arc in an instant.

"They've taken the bait! They've taken the bait!"

Wenjing jumped up excitedly, clapping her hands and smiling with her eyes crinkling.

Ding Heng slowly reeled in the line, and a few minutes later, a crucian carp was pulled out of the water, its tail swishing in the sunlight, its scales shimmering silver.

"Wow!"

Wenjing exclaimed, "It's huge!"

Is it big?

Ding Heng looked at the crucian carp in his hand, which weighed less than a pound, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He put the fish into the bucket: "We'll grill it for dinner tonight."

"Uh-huh!"

Wenjing nodded excitedly, then sat back down on the small stool and continued feeding Ding Heng.

In one afternoon, Ding Heng caught a total of two fish.

A crucian carp weighing less than a pound and a grass carp weighing about three pounds.

At 7 PM, the charcoal fire was reignited. "Why Did the System Take Cosplayer Photoshoots Seriously?": Explosive word-of-mouth, rave reviews!

Ding Heng cleaned the two fish, rubbed them with seasonings, and slowly roasted them over a fire.

Afterwards, the group sat around the fire, eating grilled fish and chatting until night fell.

Around ten o'clock, several girls crawled into the tent one after another.

After cleaning up the mess, Ding Heng lay down in the car and closed his eyes to pretend to sleep.

The valley was very quiet late at night, with only the sound of babbling water and the occasional chirping of insects.

Suddenly, Hua Qing opened her eyes.

The tent was pitch black. Beside me, Hua Yue slept soundly, breathing evenly and emitting soft snores.

She lay quietly for a while, and only after confirming that Hua Yue wouldn't wake up did she gently lift the sleeping bag and crawl out of the tent.

The moonlight spilled onto the riverbank, spreading it out in a silvery white.

Hua Qing was wearing a loose sweatshirt and walked barefoot on the pebbles, feeling a chill creep up from her feet.

She walked quickly to the car, opened the back door, and got in.

The car door closed gently.

In the cramped space, Ding Heng leaned back in his chair, using the moonlight filtering in to examine Hua Qing, a smile playing on his lips: "Senior, you're here?"

Hua Qing glared at him, then lowered her voice: "Didn't you send me?"

"Why are you being so fierce? I just wanted to chat with you, I wasn't going to do anything to you."

Hua Qing gave a soft hum.

It was a dark and windy night, and the two of them were alone together. No one would believe they wouldn't do something!

"The space is so small, how are we going to sleep?"

Ding Heng reached out and pulled Hua Qing into his arms, then grabbed a blanket and covered them both.

Caught off guard, Hua Qing found herself lying face down on Ding Heng's chest, clearly feeling the rise and fall of the man's chest.

"What are you doing!"

She struggled to sit up.

"Don't move."

Ding Heng placed his hand on her waist and gave it a light squeeze: "Who said we were going to sleep?"

Hua Qing's body stiffened, and Ding Heng's hands began to wander.

Sliding in from the side, it gently moves upwards along the smooth, delicate skin, the rough fingertips brushing against the back before returning to the front.

Hua Qing bit her lower lip and remained silent.

She told herself... resistance was useless, struggling wouldn't break free, so she might as well save her energy.

Anyway... anyway, it's not the first time.

Moonlight streamed through the car window, illuminating her flushed face.

Ding Heng moved slowly and deliberately, as if he were handling a familiar object.

From the collarbone to the waist, and from the waist to the thighs, every part is taken care of, yet only slightly touched.

Hua Qing's breathing gradually became erratic.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from outside the car.

Hua Qing froze, her body tense like a string.

Ding Heng paused in his actions and glanced out the car window.

Under the moonlight, a figure was staggering towards them; it was Zhao Yanxi.

She was wearing a nightgown with a light jacket over it, and her hair was a little messy.

Ding Heng moved swiftly, pressing Hua Qing's body down so she lay face down on his lap, then pulled the blanket over her completely.

"Knock knock knock".

Zhao Yanxi knocked on the car window: "Brother Ding Heng? Are you asleep?"

Ding Heng rolled down the car window, his expression unchanged: "Nothing, what's wrong?"

Zhao Yanxi clutched her stomach, looking uncomfortable. "I ate too much and it's so bloated... Where's the restroom around here?"

"Where would you find a toilet in this desolate place?"

Ding Heng raised his chin and pointed to a haystack on the other side of the riverbank: "Just find somewhere to relieve yourself."

Zhao Yanxi looked in the direction he pointed, but it was all dark, and she felt a little scared.

"But... I'm a little scared."

"What are you afraid of?"

"Why don't you come with me?"

Zhao Yanxi started to plead and beg.

Under the blanket, Hua Qing didn't dare to breathe.

What's worse, her face was pressed against Ding Heng's thigh, and a strong masculine scent filled her nostrils, making her dizzy.

Ding Heng gently placed his palm on the back of Hua Qing's head, his fingertips slowly... It was as if they were comforting a frightened little animal.

He remained expressionless, his tone casual: "How old are you? Do you need someone to accompany you to the toilet?"

Zhao Yanxi pouted and continued to whine, "I'm scared~ so please come with me~"

Hua Qing's heart beat even faster.

She dared not move, dared not make a sound, and dared not even breathe too heavily.

A system notification popped up in Ding Heng's mind.

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 76%]

Ding Heng was slightly taken aback, glanced down at the person under the blanket, and a smile curved his lips.

Zhao Yanxi was still pleading, "Brother Ding Heng~ please come with me~"

Ding Heng snapped out of his thoughts, his face still expressionless: "Go quickly! Don't catch a cold."

Zhao Yanxi blinked, then turned and ran towards the haystack.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

Hua Qing lay on Ding Heng's lap, her breathing gradually calming down, and a strange feeling welled up in her heart.

After the tension comes relaxation, and after relaxation comes something else.

Ding Heng's hand gently stroked the back of her head.

[Progress of the romantic connection: 77%......78%......79%]

As system notifications popped up one after another, a smile flashed in Ding Heng's eyes.

A few minutes later, having resolved the trouble, Zhao Yanxi returned feeling relieved.

She leaned back against the car window, grinning mischievously, "Brother Ding Heng~ We haven't played around in the car yet, how about I come in and keep you company?"

"Go, go back to your tent and sleep. Don't wake everyone up."

"All right......"

Zhao Yanxi pouted but didn't insist any further: "Then go to sleep early, goodnight."

"Good night."

The footsteps faded into the distance, and silence returned.

Ding Heng lowered his head and lifted a corner of the blanket.

Hua Qing's hair was a little messy, and her face was flushed.

Just as she was about to sit up straight, the hand on the back of her head exerted force again, pressing her back down.

"Senior."

Ding Heng's voice came from above: "I'm also feeling bloated, you might need to help me out."

Hua Qing was stunned for a moment, then her face turned bright red.

"you!"

"If you don't want to, then forget it."

"Ugh...pervert!"

The hand above her head loosened, and Hua Qing let out a muffled groan, but did not get up again.

Under the cool moonlight, the fairy slowly raised her hand and gently tucked her messy hair behind her ear.

……

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 80%]

[Ding! The progress of the romantic connection has exceeded 80%, and the stage goal has been achieved!]

[Rewards: +1000 Divine Merit, +6 Agility, and the skill "Sword Heart Clarity" is upgraded again.]