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

Around noon, the side bedroom door of the presidential suite was pushed open, and Wenjing walked out yawning, her hair disheveled and her eyes not fully open.

"Well……"

She rubbed her eyes and walked into the living room, where she suddenly noticed Ding Heng sitting on the sofa scrolling through his phone.

Wenjing immediately lost all sleepiness and rushed over happily.

"Ding Heng!"

She plopped down next to Ding Heng, took his arm, and looked up at him, asking, "When did you get here?"

Ding Heng put down his phone, reached out and rubbed the girl's cheek: "I've been here for a while, and I'm planning to take you out for a stroll this afternoon."

"Uh-huh!"

Wenjing nodded obediently, then looked around.

"Where's Yan hope? Is she still not awake?"

"She's taking a shower."

"Didn't she take a shower last night? Why did she shower again?"

Wenjing scratched her head in confusion, then looked at Ding Heng. His hair was wet, as if he had just washed it.

A moment later, the bathroom door opened.

Zhao Yanxi came out, wrapped in a bathrobe, her long, wet, light blue hair draped over her shoulders.

She walked with a limp, as if she was unwell.

Wenjing quickly stood up and asked with concern, "Yanxi, what's wrong?"

"fine."

Zhao Yanxi responded calmly, giving Ding Heng a reproachful glare.

The three of them went downstairs, ate something at a Chinese restaurant, and then drove to a nearby shopping mall.

Two girls walked ahead, arm in arm, chatting away.

Ding Heng followed behind, occasionally being pulled over to help him choose which clothes looked good.

Tired from shopping, the three of them stopped at a dessert shop to rest.

The window seat is bathed in perfect sunlight.

Wenjing sipped her milk tea slowly, while Zhao Yanxi ordered an ice cream cake.

"By the way, Brother Ding Heng."

Zhao Yanxi suddenly remembered something and put down her spoon.

"I've inquired, and the school allows second-year students to apply for dormitory accommodation. Chujiang Hotel is too far, so how about we find a nicer place near the school?"

Ding Heng scooped up a spoonful of ice cream cake and brought it to Wen Jing's lips, glancing at Zhao Yanxi upon hearing this.

"The first two months of freshman year aren't even over yet, why are we talking about this?"

Wenjing opened her mouth to take the cake, her cheeks puffed out, and listened obediently to the two talking.

Zhao Yanxi leaned forward and opened her mouth.

"It's good to be prepared, huh~"

Helpless, Ding Heng could only scoop another spoonful of cake into Zhao Yanxi's mouth, while also making a teasing remark.

"You really can't hold back?"

"I hate you..."

Zhao Yanxi blushed slightly and gently kicked Ding Heng under the table.

Ding Heng smiled but remained silent.

Judging from his interactions with Zhao Yanxi over this period, although he repeatedly begged for mercy, his physical reactions didn't lie.

Overall... I quite enjoyed it.

They're already thinking about moving in together; it's just that they've had their fill of it and now they want to spend every day and night with it.

Ding Heng said seriously, "Seriously, when we go to university, we should prioritize studying hard and learn to be moderate."

Zhao Yanxi pouted: "Whoever is being indecent knows it in their heart..."

Wenjing glanced at Ding Heng, then at Zhao Yanxi. Unable to understand their encrypted conversation, she could only silently continue drinking her milk tea.

In the afternoon, Ding Heng continued to stroll around with the two girls.

I picked out a few coats suitable for autumn for Wenjing, bought two new pairs of shoes for Zhao Yanxi, and then accompanied them to see a movie.

Seeing that it was almost time, he took the two girls back to school.

Downstairs at the girls' dormitory, Zhao Yanxi held his hand tightly.

"Ding Heng, no excuses next weekend!"

"Don't worry, I'll definitely do it next time!"

"It's a deal then!"

Zhao Yanxi tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek, then turned and ran into the building.

After sending Wenjing back to Hubei University, Ding Heng turned around and found a secluded corner.

The reel is started.

Wuling, hotel room.

Hua Qing had just finished her classes for the day and was taking a shower in her room.

Ding Heng returned to his room and heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. He went straight over and opened the door.

Hua Qing was standing under the showerhead, with warm water flowing down her body.

She was startled and instinctively covered her chest.

"How...how did you get in?!"

Ding Heng leaned against the door frame, deliberately teasing her.

"Senior, your door isn't closed?"

"Huh, it's not off!?"

Hua Qing clearly remembered closing the door...

Ding Heng sighed, "Taking a shower without closing the door, luckily I came back in time."

Hua Qing pouted and slowly lowered her hand.

"Thanks."

She continued showering, no longer bothering to cover herself.

Anyway, the man had already seen everything, both what he should and shouldn't have seen.

Ding Heng leaned against the doorframe: "Senior hasn't answered my question yet. Should I go back tonight, or stay until tomorrow?"

Hua Qing squeezed out some shampoo and rubbed it into her hair.

"I'm fine with anything, but you probably have class tomorrow, so why don't you leave tonight?"

"Why is my senior so considerate of me?"

Hua Qing ignored him and continued washing her hair.

"But before you go back, come have a meal with me. It's arranged by Qianqian's family, and her uncle will be there too."

"Do we have to go?"

Ding Heng could guess the situation at this meal even if he didn't know better: Qianqian's uncle was begging his sister to create an opportunity for him to pursue Hua Qing.

Hua Qing rinsed the foam off her hair: "Qianqian's mom is very good to me. I've made fifty or sixty thousand yuan through her, so I can't refuse."

"Okay!"

Ding Heng readily agreed.

After taking a shower, Hua Qing didn't bother to dress up. She wore a beige knit sweater and dark trousers, a simple and elegant look.

The two drove to a high-end restaurant in Wuling.

Hua Qing took Ding Heng's arm, and as the door to the private room opened, Qianqian's mother greeted them warmly.

"Teacher Hua is here! Come in, come in!"

Qianqian followed behind and obediently called out "Teacher Hua".

Only one person stood there, stunned.

A man in his mid-twenties, dressed in a carefully chosen casual suit, his hair neatly combed.

Seeing Hua Qing walk in arm in arm with a man, her face looked like she had eaten shit.

Qianqian's mother, being a presentable person, reacted quickly, asking with a smile, "Teacher Hua, is this your boyfriend? What's your name?"

Ding Heng greeted him politely, "Hello, Ding Heng!"

Hua Qing replied politely, "He happened to be picking me up in Wuling, so we came together."

"More people, more chopsticks! Please sit down!"

Qianqian's mother remained enthusiastic and turned around to glare at her younger brother.

That look clearly said—behave yourself and don't embarrass me.

The man sat down awkwardly, but his eyes kept glancing at Ding Heng.

What was originally a "blind date" banquet turned into a dead end, and the conversation naturally turned back to Qianqian.

"Teacher Hua."

Qianqian's mother placed a piece of food on Huaqing's plate: "Do you really think our Qianqian can get into the Beijing Dance Academy?"

Hua Qing put down her chopsticks and began to speak earnestly.

"Qianqian has excellent potential. She has a good body proportion, is flexible enough, and her dance sense is outstanding among her peers. If she can maintain this level over the next six months, getting into Beijing Dance Academy is not impossible."

She paused, then looked at Qianqian.

"But there are a few things to keep in mind, the first being weight."

Qianqian blushed and lowered her head.

Hua Qing continued, "When you go for the exam, the examiners will first look at your physical data. It's not that being thin is necessarily good, but in your current state, if you take the exam at this weight, the examiners' first impression will be that you lack self-discipline. You'll lose points on that first impression, and it will be difficult to make up for it later."

Qianqian's mother nodded repeatedly.

"Did you hear that? Teacher Hua explained it so clearly!"

Hua Qing smiled, her tone softening.

"Secondly, don't be timid. Everyone only has a limited time during the exam, so you must seize the opportunity to show yourself. Examiners see hundreds of candidates a day; if you're stage-frightened, they won't even notice you. Jump confidently and bring out your best performance, and they'll remember you."

Qianqian nodded seriously.

Qianqian's mother sighed, "Qianqian, Teacher Hua is a recipient of the Lotus Award. I searched all over Hunan Province and finally found her for you..."

Hua Qing smiled sheepishly, "Auntie, please don't say that..."

"What can't be said?"

Qianqian's mother said earnestly, "Teacher Hua, you are truly amazing! If my Qianqian can get into the Beijing Dance Academy, I will definitely thank you properly!"

No sooner had the words been spoken than a discordant voice rang out.

"Teacher Hua is so amazing, why didn't she go to the capital to develop her career?"

Qianqian's uncle gave a forced smile, his tone sarcastic: "Still holed up in such a small place as Hunan Normal University?"

The atmosphere at the table instantly froze.

Hua Qing's smile froze on her face, as if some sad memory had been stirred up, and her eyes dimmed.

Qianqian's mother's expression changed, and she turned around to glare angrily at her younger brother.

What an idiot!

Your niece still needs him to get into the Beijing Dance Academy! Even if you can't win him over, there's no need to offend him!

Just as she was about to speak up to smooth things over, Ding Heng put down his chopsticks.

"This is my fault."

He naturally took Hua Qing's hand and sighed, "I said I didn't want a long-distance relationship back then, but I never expected Hua Qing to stay in Xingcheng to be with me."

Hua Qing was stunned, looking completely bewildered.

The others looked Ding Heng up and down again, but couldn't quite figure out his age.

Qianqian's mother tentatively asked, "Xiao Ding, you've been dating Teacher Hua for so long, what do you do for a living?"

Ding Heng smiled and said, "My family runs a business, and they insist that I stay in Xingcheng to help out."

Qianqian's mother started to fill in the blanks in her mind.

Business? What kind of business?

Having known Hua Qing for so long, she could basically tell that the other person wasn't some lovestruck young girl.

What kind of background does Ding Heng have that makes Hua Qing keep such a close eye on him, even to the point of giving up her university in the capital?

Ding Heng then added with feigned emotion, "Back then, I had already arranged all the connections for Hua Qing in the capital. It's a pity that I was the one who held her back."

Qianqian's mother was startled.

Have you already found the right connections?

What is the connection with the Beijing Dance Academy?

She quickly turned her head and looked at her younger brother seriously.

"Did you hear me? Apologize to Teacher Hua!"

Qianqian's uncle looked embarrassed. Under his sister's pressure, he stood up and picked up his wine glass.

"Um... Ms. Hua, I was being tactless just now, please don't take it to heart. I apologize."

Hua Qing forced a smile and picked up her cup as well.

"fine."

After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere eased up.

Qianqian's mother held Huaqing's hand affectionately, just like she would her own daughter.

"Teacher Hua, our Qianqian has attended so many training classes and hired so many teachers, but you are the only one who can teach her real skills."

She said sincerely, "Teacher Hua, you're so young. If this were ancient times, Qianqian would be your number one disciple, your senior sister! Please help her as much as you can in the future..."

Hua Qing was overwhelmed by Qianqian's mother's enthusiasm and could only respond with "uh-huh" and "ah-ah".

After finishing their meal, the two returned to their car.

The car door closed, shutting out the noise from the outside world.

Hua Qing took a long breath, then suddenly raised her small fist and gently tapped Ding Heng's shoulder.

Why are you talking nonsense?!

She herself didn't realize that her tone carried a hint of coquettishness, just like Zhao Yanxi's usual way of acting coquettishly towards Ding Heng.

Ding Heng grasped Hua Qing's small fist and grinned.

"My girlfriend is being bullied, I can't just stay silent, can I?"

Hua Qing blushed and pulled her hand back.

"You can't just say things like that... like I stayed in Xingcheng for you..."

"So what do you want me to say? Point your finger at him and yell at him...?"

Ding Heng feigned arrogance: "You son of a bitch, you can't win my girlfriend over so you're resorting to sarcastic remarks? Believe me or not, I'll tear your dog mouth apart!"

Hua Qing was amused by Ding Heng, but quickly put on a serious face again.

"Now that Qianqian's mom thinks we have connections in the capital, what if she really asks us for help in the future?"

Ding Heng shrugged: "We'll talk about it later."

Hua Qing's heart skipped a beat when she saw his leisurely demeanor.

Could it be that Ding Heng... really has some connection to the capital?

Although I had met Ding Heng's father once before and knew that he was just a photographer.

But since she met Ding Heng, his behavior has been far too unusual, so it's no wonder that Hua Qing always overthinks things.

Ding Heng suddenly asked again, "Is your senior going to the Beijing Dance Academy for graduate studies next year?"

Hua Qing was startled: "How did you know?"

"Never mind that, answer me first."

"Hmm...it's not confirmed yet."

"What's there to hesitate about? Isn't the dance program at Beijing Dance Academy ten times better than that at Hunan Normal University?"

"because……"

Hua Qing opened her mouth, but in the end, she didn't say anything.

She lowered her eyes and stopped speaking.

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

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 60%]

[Ding! The progress of the romantic connection has exceeded 60%, and the stage goal has been achieved!]

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

As night deepened, the car drove onto the highway.

Two hours later, we arrived in Xingcheng.

Hua Qing parked the car at the entrance of Hubei University, and Ding Heng got out of the car.

"Drive carefully, text me when you get to your apartment, and don't give me any more perfunctory replies, or else..."

Ding Heng made a gesture as if he were cracking a whip.

Hua Qing shuddered, instinctively covering her buttocks, and finally nodded in humiliation.

"I know..."

"That's a good boy!"

Ding Heng closed the car door, and his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

Hua Qing sat in the driver's seat, gazing in the direction he had left, and pondered the question from earlier once more.

Since that day when she was heartbroken, she had actually made up her mind to go to the Beijing Dance Academy.

But why the sudden hesitation?

Because... you don't want a long-distance relationship?