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

Chapter 11: What game characters do you like?

The next morning at 8:00 AM.

Ding Heng, who had been playing games with his classmates until 5 a.m. last night, was abruptly pulled from his sleep by his pre-set phone alarm.

I have to take my driving test (Part 4) today and get my driver's license, so I can't oversleep.

He closed his eyes and fumbled to turn off the alarm clock. His eyelids felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. It took him a while to barely open them.

I picked up my phone and saw a WeChat notification for an unread message sent an hour ago. The message contained only two simple words: "Good morning."

Goodness, he can still get up at seven in the morning after the college entrance exam?

He swiped his finger to unlock the screen, pressed the voice button, and mumbled into the microphone, "That's it? Even the 'Good Morning' message lacks sincerity."

He then tossed his phone aside, rolled over, and prepared to take another five minutes to sleep.

He didn't really have any expectations. He was just waking up and his mind was still foggy. He wanted to tease the girl who was as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, thinking that she would probably be at a loss or just send a blank emoji.

However, less than half a minute later, the phone vibrated again.

Ding Heng opened the message with his eyes half-open and half-closed, and a picture popped up.

The girl lay on her back on the bed, her gaze directed downwards from her chest, her legs raised high without any restraint, her feet pressed against the headboard.

Her long, shapely thighs gleamed in the morning light, the taut lines of her legs stretching out into her slender calves and ankles, tightly encased in pink stockings.

The elegant curve formed by the arch and instep allows glimpses of the toe gaps to be seen through the light.

Like two strawberry ice creams, they are so tempting on this hot summer day that you want to lick and bite them.

The loose hem of her pajamas slipped down a bit because of the upward-facing pose, revealing a section of her fair waist and the faint outline of her hip bones.

Her waist and abdomen are flat and firm, without an ounce of excess fat, and due to her posture, the curves of her waist curve inward, making her appear exceptionally slender.

Ding Heng's drowsiness vanished instantly, and he thought to himself, "Wow!"

Did I misjudge the situation?

Is Wenjing really that perceptive?

wrong!

Upon closer inspection, Ding Heng immediately noticed something amiss.

Those legs are ridiculously long, the proportions are impeccable.

Her waist was thin and flat, with faint muscle lines visible, completely unlike the delicate, slightly chubby figure of Wenjing.

Ding Heng quickly exited the image and looked at the ID—【Lucky Zhao】!

[Ding Heng]: You got up pretty early.

[Lucky Zhao]: [Bitter face.jpg]

[Zhao the Fortune]: There's no way around it, it's a habit my dad developed at the police academy. He's been getting up at seven o'clock every day for decades without fail, and I have to get up for breakfast too, even on holidays.

[Lucky Zhao]: I've shown my sincerity, you'll have to help me out later.

[Ding Heng]: Help with what?

[Lucky Zhao]: My new computer arrived! But there are so many things I don't understand, can you help me?

[Ding Heng]: I'm only half-baked, just messing around. If you really can't handle it, go to a computer mall and spend some money to find a shop; it'll save you the trouble.

[Lucky Zhao]: [Crying][Crying][Crying]

Ding Heng looked at the three consecutive crying emojis and gave a helpless bitter smile.

Could Zhao Yanxi be mistaking him for a "computer expert"?

[Ding Heng]: Okay, but it has to be this afternoon. I need to take the fourth part of the driving test in the morning and then get my driver's license.

[Lucky Zhao]: OK!

[Lucky Zhao]: How come you got your driver's license so quickly? I haven't even passed the second part of the test yet.

[Ding Heng]: I had an acquaintance who helped me.

[Lucky Zhao]: Now that you have a driver's license, can you pick me up from Zhuzhou to go to Changsha for fun? If you don't have a car, I can provide one!

Ding Heng's finger hovered over the screen, looking slightly hesitant.

He remained silent for several minutes, then another message from Zhao Yanxi popped up.

[Lucky Zhao]: Maybe we can bring Xiao Jing along too; she'll definitely be happy to come out and have fun.

Ding Heng: Okay!

The dialogue has temporarily ended.

Ding Heng put down his phone, got out of bed, washed up, changed his clothes, and hurriedly went out to the driving test center.

By the time he returned home with his newly printed notebook, it was already past noon.

After quickly making himself a bowl of noodles to fill his stomach, Ding Heng sat down in front of the computer.

Log in to the computer version of WeChat, find Zhao Yanxi's profile picture, and initiate a voice call request.

The request was rejected instantly.

The next second, a video call invitation popped up.

Ding Heng clicked to connect.

The screen lit up, and Zhao Yanxi appeared on camera without makeup, wearing an oversized pink short-sleeved shirt. The fabric was soft and comfortable, and the loose neckline revealed a patch of fair skin and delicate collarbone.

Ding Heng retorted, "Why are you showing me yourself?"

Zhao Yanxi tilted her head: "Am I not pretty?"

"Look at the computer, Zhao!"

"What's the rush..."

Zhao Yanxi pouted, turned her phone camera, and aimed it at the Apple computer on the desk.

Ding Heng preemptively warned, "What problem do you want to solve? Let me make it clear beforehand. I only know a little bit about this, so don't get your hopes up too high."

Zhao Yanxi rambled on and on, leaving Ding Heng completely bewildered, so he simply interrupted her.

"Here's what you're going to do: download QQ, open a remote server, and give me control."

Zhao Yanxi followed the instructions.

Soon, Ding Heng's computer screen displayed a live feed of her laptop, and she gained control of it.

"Okay, I can move now. So, what do you want? Is your game lagging? Or is there some specific software that won't work?"

As Ding Heng spoke, he casually opened the system information to check.

Zhao Yanxi asked, somewhat confused, "I just looked it up online, are Apple computers not very good at playing games? I see that a lot of games require a really powerful graphics card..."

Ding Heng glanced at the specs: "It's not that bad, the price is over ten thousand! It can definitely run games, it's just a bit inconvenient. What games do you want to play?"

Zhao Yanxi countered, "What games do you usually play?"

Ding Heng smiled knowingly, stopped asking Zhao Yanxi what she wanted to play, and began downloading commonly used office and entertainment software for her, and making basic optimizations.

"You probably... haven't played games very seriously, have you?"

"Of course! You have no idea how strict my mom is. In the past, there were time limits on my use of my phone and computer, and I had to be under her supervision."

Looking back, Zhao Yanxi couldn't help but sigh deeply.

"But now that I've graduated from high school, she doesn't care anymore. Perfect, you can teach me how to play games and get me hooked?"

"Let's forget about it."

Ding Heng could almost certainly conclude that Zhao Yanxi's knowledge of games was likely limited to knowing a few names or having watched some short videos.

Just like at the anime convention, although she cosplayed as a character from Naruto, she had definitely never played the actual game.

For her, cosplay is more like a way to chase trends, express herself, and gain attention after a period of extreme repression.

It doesn't matter which game or anime the character comes from, as long as it looks good and is eye-catching!

"I'm actually a little curious, with your mom being so strict, how did you manage to get involved in cosplay?"

"I have a clever plan~"

Zhao Yanxi kept everyone in suspense for a moment, then steered the conversation back on track: "You still haven't told me what games you like to play?"

"There's no need to say it."

Ding Heng spoke calmly.

He wasn't some oblivious light novel protagonist; he could clearly perceive Zhao Yanxi's thoughts—she simply wanted to find some common ground with him.

To be fair, Zhao Yanxi is indeed very attractive.

Beautiful, cheerful, well-dressed, and with high emotional intelligence... she's practically the perfect template for a teenage girlfriend.

But right now, Ding Heng's mind is mainly on the system tasks.

I contacted Zhao Yanxi because I wanted to learn more about Wenjing's situation through her.

"Games are meant to be relaxing. Playing games with a purpose is exhausting. You've already finished your college entrance exams, there's no need to suffer like that anymore."

After a few seconds of silence in the headphones, Zhao Yanxi suddenly burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I'm thinking..."

Zhao Yanxi asked playfully, "If I asked the same question to the boys in my class, what would their reaction be?"

The online gaming environment may be filled with criticism and insults directed at female players.

However, if a girl with Zhao Yanxi's looks were to make a suggestive move, even if the gaming experience was terrible, most guys would still flock to her.

Otherwise, the business of those female escorts with mixed accents wouldn't be so booming.

Ding Heng didn't follow her lead and tease or criticize the possible "attentive boys," but simply replied calmly.

"I don't know your classmate."

"At such a young age, you should be careful with your words and actions. If my dad met you, he would probably like you quite a bit."

"Isn't it too early? I'm not ready yet."

"What should I prepare?"

What kind of cigarettes does Dad usually smoke?

"Go! Go! Go……"

The two were joking around when Zhao Yanxi suddenly changed her tone.

"Since you don't want to play games with me... shall I ask you a different question?"

"you say?"

Which game character do you like to play?

The girl's voice came through the earphones, alluring and suggestive.

"To be more precise...which female character?"