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

Chapter 58: Threat? Deal!

Damn system.

How could it just happen like that, without any warning?

Ding Heng pulled up the task list and glanced at it.

[Current Task: 3]

【Task 1: Purify Nun Wenjing (Completed)】

[Mission Two: Eliminate the Evil Dragon Long He (In Progress)]

【Mission Three: The Person Who Faced Calamity - Hua Qing (In Progress)】

【Azure Cold Sword Immortal: Hua Qing】

[Current Status: A Fairy Who Has Lost All Her Cultivation Power]

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 0%]

[Progress of severing emotional ties: 0%]

Ding Heng stared at the two progress bars for three seconds, thinking.

To connect or collude.

Cut off.

Does that mean he has to make the girl fall in love with him first, and then cruelly dump her?

He rubbed his temples.

This task is far more difficult than Wenjing's situation.

Ding Heng raised his head and looked across at the other side.

Hua Qing was picking up food with her head down, her movements elegant, her eyes fixed straight ahead, as if he didn't exist at all.

What the hell do I do?

"Ding Heng, what are you daydreaming about?"

Zhao Yanxi's voice brought him back to reality, and she placed the grilled pork belly into his bowl.

Beside her, Wenjing quietly picked up a piece of beef with her chopsticks and put it into Ding Heng's bowl.

Ding Heng looked to the left, then to the right.

Across from him, Hua Qing's gaze swept across his face, then looked away, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes once more.

Ding Heng: "..."

Forget it, I'm too lazy to explain.

At the dinner table, everyone had their own thoughts on their minds.

Hua Yue, however, ate silently from beginning to end.

After finishing their meal and paying the bill, Hua Qing took out her phone.

"Miss, do you have a membership?"

"some!"

Hua Qing recited a string of numbers.

"18********"

Ding Heng leaned back in his chair, mentally reviewing the number and silently memorizing it.

After the meal, Ding Heng drove Zhao Yanxi home first.

After getting out of the car, Zhao Yanxi turned around and leaned against the car window, smiling as she looked at the two people inside.

"Xiao Jingjing, Brother Ding Heng, I'm leaving."

"Um."

"Drive carefully."

Zhao Yanxi blinked and suddenly leaned closer.

"Brother Ding Heng, I'll say it again, don't bully Xiao Jingjing behind my back."

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated.

"When have I ever bullied her?"

Who knows?

Zhao Yanxi chuckled twice, waved, and turned to walk into the school gate.

The car restarted and drove towards Hubei University.

Wenjing sat quietly in the passenger seat, looking out the window.

Ding Heng turned his head and glanced at her.

"Tired?"

"fine."

Wenjing paused for a moment.

"Ding Heng".

"Um?"

Am I stingy?

"What do you mean?"

"Just now... when Yan hope was serving you food..."

Wenjing lowered her head and muttered softly, "I feel a little uncomfortable. Yanxi is my best friend, and she's so good to me..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ding Heng reached out and pinched her cheek as usual.

"How stupid!"

"Oh……"

Wenjing pouted.

"arrive."

Ding Heng parked his car downstairs in front of the girls' dormitory.

Wenjing unbuckled her seatbelt, hesitated for a moment, then leaned over and gave Ding Heng a light kiss on the cheek.

"Good night!"

She opened the car door, her face flushed with embarrassment, and ran away quickly.

Ding Heng sat in the driver's seat, stunned for a moment, then touched the spot where he had been kissed, and the corners of his mouth curved into a smile.

He then parked the car on the side of the road, turned off the engine, and leaned back in his seat.

The system interface reappeared in my mind.

【Azure Cold Sword Immortal: Hua Qing】

[Current Status: A Fairy Who Has Lost All Her Cultivation Power]

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 0%]

[Progress of severing emotional ties: 0%]

He stared at those lines of text, rubbing his temples in exasperation.

It only took me a little over two months to win over Wenjing.

There was an element of luck involved; it just so happened that Wenjing's family conflicts erupted, coupled with her own lack of love and inability to say no.

Where is Hua Qing?

She comes from a well-off family, is exceptionally beautiful, has many suitors, is a winner of the Lotus Award, and is a favored daughter of heaven.

Intelligent, independent, and opinionated.

Moreover—I have a very bad impression of him.

Ding Heng let out a long breath.

Troublesome.

It's incredibly difficult to deal with.

It was almost impossible to know where to begin.

Therefore, we must be ruthless!

Twenty minutes later, Ding Heng drove the car back to the Hubei Normal University apartment.

He took out his phone and dialed the number he had just written down.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

After three rings, the call was connected.

"Feed?"

A puzzled voice came from the other end: "Who is it?"

"Senior, it's me, Ding..."

"beep."

The call ended immediately.

Ding Heng dialed again.

"The number you dialed is currently busy..."

Ding Heng wasn't annoyed and edited a short message to send it.

[Ding Heng]: Senior, you don't want people to know about your foot injury, do you?

I waited for ten seconds.

My phone vibrated.

Caller ID: 18********

Ding Heng clicked to hang up, and then sent a second text message.

[Ding Heng]: I'm at your apartment door.

Ten minutes later.

The apartment building door was pushed open, and Hua Qing walked out.

She had changed into a loose pink nightgown, her long hair was loose, and the light from the streetlamp fell on her, making her face look pale.

She walked very slowly, with a very slight pause with each step her left foot touched the ground.

Finally, she stood in front of the car, staring intently at the person in the driver's seat through the windshield, her eyes icy cold.

Ding Heng honked the horn twice.

"Beep—beep—"

He waved to her and then pointed to the passenger seat.

The meaning is obvious.

Hua Qing stood in front of the car, motionless.

She stared at him, her eyes filled not only with disgust but also with anger!

Ding Heng leaned back in his chair, not in a hurry, and just waited.

The two remained locked in a stalemate for about a minute or two.

Hua Qing finally got up, walked around to the passenger side, opened the car door, and sat down.

Then, with a "bang," the door was slammed shut.

"What do you want to do?"

She glared angrily at Ding Heng, and with Hua Yue and the others no longer present, her disgust was even more undisguised.

"How did you get my phone number? How did you know about my foot injury? Who are you? What do you want?"

Ding Heng turned his head to look at her.

The headlights shone in through the car window, casting a soft shadow on Hua Qing's face.

Her face remained exquisite, and even with her cold expression and angry eyes, she only made people more eager to engage with her.

"Senior, my purpose is very simple."

Ding Heng's lips curled up slightly, making no attempt to hide his feelings: "I want you to be my girlfriend."

"ill."

Hua Qing cursed irritably and turned to open the car door.

It can't be pulled.

The door lock was pressed.

She turned her head and reached out to press the unlock switch on Ding Heng's side.

Just as he reached out, Ding Heng grabbed his hand.

"What are you doing?!"

Hua Qing's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

She struggled, but couldn't break free.

"Let me go! Do you know this is a crime?!"

Ding Heng leaned down and got closer to her, the distance between them suddenly closing.

"Senior, you've had your left foot injury for about two years, haven't you?"

Hua Qing's pupils contracted slightly.

"You suffered a peroneal nerve injury two years ago during rehearsals for 'Sword Asks the Heavens and Earth.' The surgery went relatively smoothly at the time, but you ignored the doctor's advice and went on stage before your injury was fully healed in order to participate in the Lotus Award."

Ding Heng's voice was neither hurried nor slow.

"Although I won the gold medal, it left me with hidden dangers. Before this summer vacation, my old injury recurred, and unfortunately the second surgery was not successful, leaving permanent damage."

Hua Qing's expression changed drastically!

"How...how did you know...?"

"When your left foot lands, your toes tend to point slightly outwards. After walking for a while, you might experience mild throbbing pain on the outside of your calf, and sensation in your toes might gradually decrease, right?"

Hua Qing didn't say anything.

She stared at him, her eyes swirling with surprise, wariness, and fear.

"You didn't report this to the school because you knew very well that if you did, your chance to be recommended for graduate school, your position as the lead dancer, and even your entire dance career would be in jeopardy."

Ding Heng's True Sight Eye slowly closed, and the carriage fell completely silent.

Hua Qing leaned back in her chair, her chest rising and falling slightly.

"Ha! I don't know how you found this out, private investigator? Hacker? Or do you know someone at the hospital? But are you trying to blackmail me with this?"

She scoffed, "The truth will always come out. My foot injury will be exposed sooner or later. What's the point of threatening me?"

Ding Heng feigned sadness: "Senior, how could you think of me like that? I came here to help you."

"help me?"

"I'll help you save your dance career."

Hua Qing looked at him and frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but took out a tube of ointment from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to her.

"Reach out your hand."

Hua Qing didn't move. After a few seconds of stalemate, she finally slowly extended her right hand and opened her palm.

Ding Heng applied a little ointment to her palm.

Apply it to your ankles.

Hua Qing looked down at the small amount of transparent ointment in her palm.

She hesitated for a moment, then took off her left shoe and rolled up her trouser leg to reveal her fair ankle.

The texture of that ointment was very unique.

It's transparent, smooth, and has a very faint fragrance.

When applied to the skin, it feels cool, then slowly warms up. The area that had been numb for a while suddenly regained some sensation.

It was as if something had been gently awakened.

toe.

Her toes twitched.

She didn't initiate it.

It's that kind of... once you regain consciousness, you instinctively curl up.

She looked up at Ding Heng, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

"This medicine..."

Then, almost frantically, she rushed over to grab the tube of ointment.

Ding Heng pulled his hand away, laughing as he dodged, leaving Hua Qing's hand frozen in mid-air.

"Senior, you want it?"

It's not free!