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

Chapter 59: Temptation

Hua Qing slowly withdrew her hand, the anger in her eyes not completely gone, but mostly suppressed by reason: "What exactly do you want?"

Ding Heng leaned back leisurely in his chair: "Senior, didn't I just say that? Do I have to repeat myself?"

Hua Qing fell silent.

In the past, she would have ignored any outlandish requests from boys and simply blocked them, thinking they were crazy.

But at this moment—

She had been in despair for the entire summer.

I visited the best hospitals in the province, booked the most expensive specialist appointments, and underwent the most detailed examinations.

The conclusions are all the same: permanent damage, irreversible, and it's fortunate if one can recover to the point of walking normally.

Dance?

Impossible!

Hua Qing couldn't accept this result. After the start of the new semester, she even chose to deceive herself and endured her discomfort to continue participating in the rehearsal of the welcome party.

Fortunately, the choreography for the welcome party didn't involve many steps, and since she was already skilled at it, she was able to cover up some of the mistakes for the time being.

But she also understood that eventually the truth would come out.

Hua Qing took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down: "Name your price, and I'll buy it."

Ding Heng shook his head, his tone indifferent: "Sorry, not for sale."

Hua Qing tried to regain the upper hand: "I want you to understand that you can still negotiate with me now. Once I find out the origin of this ointment, you will get nothing."

Ding Heng smiled with absolute confidence: "Senior, you can always go and look for it in the market and see if you can find it."

He was certain that Hua Qing couldn't be found.

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"you--"

Hua Qing gritted her teeth.

She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh, and her chest rose and fell slightly.

anger.

unwilling.

And a little bit... a fear she herself was unwilling to admit.

What if what he said is true?

In case you really can't find it on the market.

What if her dance career truly depends solely on this person in front of her—

Hua Qing dared not think any further!

As time ticked by, the sensation in my toes grew weaker and weaker.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

When she opened her eyes again, the intense emotions in them had been suppressed, leaving only a layer of weary calm.

"Let's go."

"Where to?"

"hotel."

"Why are we going to a hotel?"

Hua Qing sneered, showing no fear of death.

"Isn't all you want to do is *that* to me? If not to a hotel, are you going to stay in the car? Can your beat-up car even withstand that?"

So what if I get taken advantage of?

As long as she can still dance, she can endure it!

Ding Heng was silent for two seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"Senior, what are you saying? Does your mind only encompass that kind of thing between boyfriends and girlfriends?"

"you……"

Hua Qing was speechless after being retorted, and Ding Heng took the opportunity to hand her the tube of ointment.

"Consider this a gift to get to know the senior student. The effect of this medicine only lasts for 1-2 hours. Apply it once before each dance performance. This amount should be enough for you until the end of the freshman orientation performance."

Hua Qing took the ointment and looked at Ding Heng in disbelief.

Just like that... I gave it to her?

"I……"

She opened her mouth, unsure of what to say, her mind racing.

Is he not afraid that I will take it for testing or make a copy?

Is this medicine so precious that ordinary people have no access to it?

Besides, he only met me today. Even if he was attracted to me at first sight, how could he immediately obtain so much information? What kind of powerful background must he have...?

Hua Qing felt a chill run down her spine the more she thought about it.

What are your requirements?

When she spoke again, Hua Yue's voice was unconsciously tense and dry.

Ding Heng smiled and said, "Of course we need to collect a deposit."

"What deposit?"

"Let's add each other on WeChat."

"this one?"

While Hua Qing was still in a daze, Ding Heng had already taken out his phone, opened the QR code, and handed it over.

This time, Hua Qing did not refuse and obediently opened her phone to scan the QR code.

You have added "Ding Heng" as a friend. You can start chatting now.

Hua Qing ID: Hua Hai Qing Tian.

The profile picture is the final frame of her work "Sword Asks Heaven and Earth"—white clothes and a long sword, head raised to ask the heavens, skirt fluttering.

Ding Heng put away his phone and unlocked the car door.

"Goodnight, senior. But I must warn you, getting your medicine next time won't be so easy."

Hua Qing got out of the car without saying a word, clutching the ointment.

The car door closed behind me, the engine started, and the car slowly drove away, its taillights fading into the distance in the night.

She stood there, watching the two red lights disappear around the street corner.

A cool night breeze was blowing.

She looked down at the newly added chat window on her phone screen.

The profile picture is a photo of Ding Heng when he was three years old, a dirty little boy laughing carefree.

His nickname is "Ding Heng".

There was nothing there.

There are no social media posts, no signature, and nothing that allows anyone to glean any information about him.

Hua Qing turned around and slowly walked back to the apartment, her hand tightly gripping the ointment.

No matter what, as long as I can keep dancing.

She's willing to pay any price!