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

Chapter 55: The First Day of School

September sunlight filtered through the gaps in the sycamore leaves, casting shimmering patches of light on the ground.

Ding Heng drove around for almost twenty minutes before finally finding a parking space in a remote corner.

Wenjing sat in the passenger seat, nervously watching the new students coming and going outside the window.

"Let's go."

"Oh……"

The two got out of the car, went around to the trunk to take out their luggage, and walked to the freshman registration area.

The campus was packed with people.

Senior students holding up banners for student clubs, volunteers holding up signs, and groups of freshmen and their parents.

After completing the registration and receiving the campus card and dormitory key, Ding Heng escorted Wen Jing to the girls' dormitory building.

The area in front of the building was crowded with people.

Parents said goodbye to their daughters at the door, and the new students dragged their suitcases into the building. The dormitory supervisor sat behind a small table by the door, checking information one by one.

Ding Heng placed the luggage at Wen Jing's feet.

"Can you handle it yourself?"

Wenjing nodded, and Ding Heng continued to give instructions.

"When you meet a new classmate, be polite, say hello, and introduce yourself. Don't keep your head down."

"Um."

"Don't touch your roommate's things, and make sure your own things are kept safe!"

"Um."

"Never play the role of a 'senior' and agree to every request someone makes."

"Um."

"If you can't find the place, ask the dorm manager or your classmates. Don't just look for it on your own."

"Um."

"Call me if anything happens, don't keep it to yourself."

"Um."

Ding Heng paused.

"Did I say too much?"

Wenjing looked up at him, tilting her head slightly.

"That seems a bit too much..."

Ding Heng was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was an elderly father who had come to see his daughter off.

"Okay, then I won't say anything more. Let's go up."

"Um."

Wenjing dragged her suitcase into the building.

Ding Heng stood there, watching the girl's figure disappear into the corridor, before turning and heading towards the men's dormitory.

He carried his few belongings, climbed to the fourth floor, and pushed open the door to room 412.

There were already people inside.

The bed by the window was covered with brand-new bedding, and a boy with a buzz cut and dark skin was squatting on the floor packing his things.

Hearing the door open, the boy looked up, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "Hey! Coming!"

Ding Heng smiled and said, "Hello, my name is Ding Heng, I'm a local."

"Qian Pu, from Hainan Island."

The boy stood up and dusted off his hands: "I came by plane. My mom practically wanted to stuff the whole house into my suitcase."

He pointed to the huge suitcase on the ground, which was indeed bulging and about to burst open.

Wow, so much fruit!

"These are all local specialties from my hometown, would you like to try some?"

Ding Heng didn't stand on ceremony, took a mango, walked to another empty bed, and began tidying up.

I had just smoothed out the sheets when the door was pushed open again.

A tall, thin boy wearing black-rimmed glasses poked half his head in, scanned the room to confirm the door number, and then dragged his suitcase in.

"Hello, hello."

He adjusted his glasses and said in a refined tone, "My name is Chen Mo, from Suzhou."

Qian Pu had finished packing and asked curiously, "Brother, are you all from the School of Journalism and Communication too?"

Chen Mo nodded and looked at Ding Heng: "And you?"

"Of course, otherwise we wouldn't be in the same dorm room."

Ding Heng exchanged a glance with the two men and sighed simultaneously.

Due to the development of self-media, and with a certain internet celebrity adding fuel to the fire, "news" has completely cooled down in the past two years.

Those who dare to apply for this major either have connections at home or received courage from Fish Leong.

The door was pushed open again.

The boy who came in this time was quite tall, slightly chubby, with a round face and a smiling face. He was carrying a plastic bag containing several bottles of drinks.

"Oh, everyone's here! Come on, have some water, it's hot."

He extended his hand familiarly: "Liu Chiwang, a guy from Northeast China, don't mind the accent!"

The inherent humor of Northeastern dialect amused the other three.

Liu Chiwang then plopped down on a stool, unscrewed a bottle of water, took a couple of gulps, and started complaining about his major with his three roommates.

But since they were all young men who had just turned eighteen, the conversation naturally turned to games, the opposite sex, and dating.

After the four of them settled their luggage, it was almost midnight.

Liu Chiwang suggested eating in the cafeteria, and the other two immediately agreed.

Ding Heng thought for a moment, then took out his phone and sent a message to Wen Jing.

[Ding Heng]: I probably won't be able to have pancakes for lunch. I have to have dinner with my roommate first. Yan hope made plans tonight, so we'll meet up then.

【Good Luck Xiaojing】: [Little Rabbit OK.jpg]

[Ding Heng]: Are your roommates all doing well?

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】: That's great.

[Ding Heng]: See you tonight.

【Good Luck Xiaojing】: [Little Rabbit Waving.jpg]

After the conversation ended, Ding Heng went to the cafeteria with the others.

The cafeteria was crowded as lunchtime approached.

The four of them got their food and found a corner to sit down.

After taking only two bites, Liu Chiwang suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Hey, hey, look over there, look over there."

Several people followed his gaze.

Across from me, a girl was carrying a tray and looking for a seat.

She was not tall, wearing loose gray sportswear, her hair tied in a simple ponytail, revealing a fair and pretty oval face.

At this moment, he was looking around in a panic, feeling confused about "why are there so many people and where should I go?"

She dodged left and right, avoiding the crowds carrying trays, and finally found an empty seat where no one was around.

She quickly went over and sat down with a sigh of relief.

Even when wearing loose sportswear, the fabric in front of her chest still stretched out in an unusual curve when she sat down.

It's not the kind of exaggerated or deliberately showy thing.

It's the kind of thing where you clearly want to hide it, but you just can't.

Liu Chiwang swallowed a mouthful of rice: "Holy crap! This is amazing!"

Qian Pu exclaimed in admiration, "Wow, you guys say she's a senior or a classmate?"

Chen Mo pushed up his glasses, probably thinking it wasn't appropriate to talk about girls, so he didn't reply, but his gaze unconsciously drifted over.

Liu Chiwang's eyes darted around: "Who dares to go up and ask for my contact information?"

Qian Pu urged, "Why don't you go?"

"I?"

Liu Chiwang shook his head: "With my appearance, I'd scare people away as soon as I went up there. Chen Mo, you look so refined, you go."

Chen Mo blushed and lowered his head: "I'm not going..."

Taking the opportunity, Liu Chiwang suggested, "How about we make a bet? Whoever dares to get the contact information will have the other three treat us to this meal."

Before he finished speaking, Ding Heng had already put down his chopsticks and stood up.

Amidst the shocked gazes of the three, he walked through the crowd and headed straight for the girl.

Wenjing was engrossed in her meal when a male voice came from above her.

"Excuse me, is anyone sitting next to you?"

She shuddered in fright and quickly shook her head.

"No, no one's here... You, you sit down!"

After saying that, she reflexively picked up her plate, preparing to get up and change seats, but a large hand firmly grabbed her shoulder and pressed her back into her seat.

Ding Heng joked, "We've only been apart for a short while, and you can't even recognize my voice?"

"Ding Heng?!"

Wenjing let out a long breath and picked up her chopsticks again: "You scared me to death..."

Ding Heng sat down beside her, his hand still on her shoulder.

In the distance, Liu Chiwang, Qian Pu, and Chen Mo were stunned.

"Holy crap, he just grabbed them and wouldn't let them leave?"

"Will this work?"

"Isn't he afraid that girls will sue him for harassment?"

Ding Heng wasn't concerned about his three roommates' thoughts for the time being, and only asked curiously, "What's going on? Didn't you say you got along well with your roommates? Why are you eating alone? Did you have a conflict as soon as school started?"

Wenjing quickly waved her hand: "No, no! They're all very nice people."

"Then why don't you come together?"

"They...they went to eat at Haidilao."

"You didn't go?"

"I didn't go."

"Why not go?"

"Too expensive."

The simple and honest reason... Ding Heng covered his face, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

He was silent for two seconds, then let out a long sigh.

"You're already a loner once school starts? Aren't you afraid of being added to a secret group?"

"what?"

The group name will be: "[No Wenjing]".

"No, it can't be that bad... Don't think such bad things about us girls!"

She pouted sweetly, unable to retort, "Didn't you also not eat with your roommate?"

Ding Heng pointed to a spot not far away.

Wenjing turned her head and saw three boys staring at her and Ding Heng. When they saw her looking over, they immediately lowered their heads to eat and divert their attention.

Ding Heng suppressed his smile and said seriously, "I might have exaggerated a bit just now, but it's always good to try to get along with your roommates. If you really can't get along... then come to me for help."

Wenjing nodded, as obedient as ever.

Ding Heng continued to reassure them, "Don't worry, we'll only be staying in the dorms for a year or two at most. We'll all have to move out sooner or later."

Wenjing asked, puzzled, "Move out?"

"Um."

"Why move out?"

What do you think?

Ding Heng looked at her, smiling but saying nothing.

When Wenjing met Ding Heng's gaze, she seemed to suddenly understand something, and her face flushed red.

She quickly picked up a piece of shredded potato with her chopsticks and stuffed it into her mouth, but then couldn't help but mutter, "So... is it just the two of us?"

Ding Heng grinned mischievously: "Who else do you want?"

Wenjing ate her food in silence, without saying another word.