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

Chapter 75: The Love Triangle Between the Celebrity Childhood Sweetheart and the Aloof Senior

Having fully recovered, Long He stood up from the sofa, smoothed his disheveled hair, and began his introduction.

"Come on, let me introduce you. This is my brother Ding Heng! This is Jin Canya, the Korean guy in our team. You should have heard of him, right?"

Ding Heng gasped.

stick?

Why is my own brother still so "straightforward" even after entering the entertainment industry?

It's fine to say those words in private, but to say them in front of people?

He subconsciously looked at Kim Chan-ah, but she seemed to be used to her captain's style and didn't care at all.

Jin Canya stood up, walked to Ding Heng, and extended her hand.

"Hello there."

Although her Chinese had an accent, it was very fluent: "Kim Chan-ah, it's nice to meet you."

Typical Korean beauty features: small face, delicate features, and fair skin.

But while it looks nice, it doesn't seem to have any unique features.

If you look closely, you can see some subtle traces of adjustment, giving the impression that it has been "moved but not really."

"Ding Heng, Anning Haseyo!"

After the two shook hands politely, Kim Chan-ah sat back down at the coffee table and picked up her chopsticks again.

Long He turned to Ding Heng, raising his chin: "Aren't you going to introduce me to him?"

Just as Ding Heng was about to speak, Hua Qing took a step forward.

"Hello there."

Her voice was clear and melodious, and she remained neither humble nor arrogant in front of the big star: "My name is Hua Qing, a senior student at Hunan Normal University, and Ding Heng's girlfriend."

"Eh."

Long He blinked, then suddenly seemed to remember something, and said in an exaggerated tone, "Last time you were a rich girl who did cosplay, how come you're a Hanfu senior now? Ding Heng, you're so fancy!?"

Ding Heng covered his face, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Hua Qing stood frozen in place, her expression somewhat unpleasant.

This Long He, who's supposed to be in the entertainment industry... isn't he a bit too lacking in emotional intelligence?

If she and Ding Heng were in a normal boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, Long He's words would at least give them a week to argue about.

Ding Heng quickly smoothed things over, gesturing for everyone to sit down: "Alright, alright, don't stand, sit down first."

The coffee table was piled high with food: Haidilao takeout and a bunch of local snacks.

Longhe plopped back down on the carpet, kicked off his slippers, and crossed his legs.

"What would you like to drink?"

"casual."

Where's your girlfriend?

"Just get her a bottle of fruit wine."

Longhe got up, opened the refrigerator, took out a large bottle of whiskey and a small bottle of fruit wine, and slammed them onto the coffee table.

The whiskey is imported, and the labels are all in foreign languages.

Fruit wine comes in small bottles, the kind commonly found in supermarkets. It's low in alcohol, sweet, and suitable for women.

Ding Heng picked up the fruit wine, carefully checked the alcohol content, poured himself a small glass, took a sip, and only after confirming that the taste was okay did he turn to Hua Qing: "Can you drink it? Don't force yourself if you can't."

Hua Qing nodded: "Drinking a little should be fine."

Long He exclaimed, "Huh? Ding Heng, when did you become such a cuckold?"

Ding Heng retorted, "You bastard, don't just learn a word and start using it recklessly!"

"snort!"

Longhe pursed his lips, picked up the whiskey, poured himself a glass, and tossed in ice cubes.

At the same time, a prompt came to Ding Heng's mind.

【Wings of Calamity: Dragongrass】

[Current Status: Enraged Evil Dragon]

【HP: 87%】

Another 1% deduction?

Ding Heng looked at Long He again. From the moment he entered the room until now, the other party had been interacting with him in the same carefree way he used to.

But the disappointment in his eyes at that moment was impossible to hide.

The group ate, drank, and chatted. After a few rounds of drinks, both Long He and Hua Qing were somewhat tipsy.

Ding Heng picked up a roll of beef, dipped it in the pot, and casually asked, "By the way, Long He, why did you go back to Xingcheng?"

Longhe was eating a spicy crayfish, his hands covered in oil.

"Let's keep Chan-ah company."

She gestured with her chin towards Jin Canya: "She's been clamoring to see a performance at the Mocheng Grand Theatre, but we happen to be on vacation these days."

Ding Heng looked at Jin Canya and vaguely remembered that she seemed to be the dance leader in the Longhe Troupe.

There are gimmicks like "trained in dance since childhood" and "genius dance girl".

He withdrew his gaze and turned to Hua Qing.

The real "genius dancer" was leaning drunkenly on his shoulder, barely touching her chopsticks, only occasionally picking up a piece of green vegetable and chewing it slowly.

Ding Heng asked with concern, "It's not to your taste?"

A bottle of fruit wine was enough to make Hua Qing drunk and blurry-eyed. She replied vaguely, "We dance students have to control our diet and figure. The dinner we just had was already an overeating."

Long He, who was also drunk, looked over upon hearing this: "Are you a dancer?"

Hua Qing nodded, wondering if it was just her imagination.

From the moment she entered, she felt that Long He's gaze was full of hostility and his words were always laced with barbs.

Longhe put down the crayfish in his hand and wiped his hands.

As long as she's not in front of the camera, she basically has no self-control when she talks, and when she's drunk, she speaks without thinking.

"Are all you dancers crazy? Is it necessary to torture yourselves like this? I'm forced to dance every day, but when I'm on vacation, I still eat and drink as usual, and I don't feel there's anything wrong with it."

"That's because you're young and your metabolism is fast enough. But over time, problems will inevitably arise."

Even in front of celebrities, Hua Qing remains as arrogant as ever whenever dance is mentioned.

"Moreover, the dance moves you perform are simple, do not require a good figure, and do not emphasize early training, which is completely incomparable to ours."

Long He was stunned.

The movements are simple?

No body type requirements?

If you talk about it so casually, then what about all the hardships she's endured these past few years!

"Hey!"

Under the influence of alcohol, Long He slammed his fist on the table, protesting, "You guys act all high and mighty, why is nobody watching?"

"Who says nobody watches?"

Hua Qing, also feeling the effects of the alcohol, retorted, "The Spring Festival Gala features classical and folk dances every year, but I've never seen you guys dance K-pop."

Long He choked for a moment.

"That's a harsh thing to say..."

She retorted angrily, "Then let me tell you, I'll be on the Spring Festival Gala sooner or later, can you?"

Hua Qing was speechless after being retorted by Long He, and her face turned extremely ugly.

For professional dancers in China, the sweat and hardship they endure behind the scenes to be able to perform a complete dance on the Spring Festival Gala is unimaginable.

That was one of Hua Qing's extravagant hopes.

But Longhe is different.

Given her current rate of rise to fame, it's only a matter of time before she makes an appearance on the Spring Festival Gala.

Maybe next year, maybe the year after.

It won't be too far anyway...

Hua Qing bit her lip lightly, a strong sense of bitterness welling up in her heart.

Having also been drinking, she was a little overwhelmed with emotion, and the eyes of this aloof, classically beautiful woman suddenly reddened.

Like a white crane, usually so proud, suddenly drenched in the rain, looking utterly pathetic...

Ding Heng's expression changed, and he turned to look at Long He, his tone becoming slightly harsher.

"What are you doing, Longhe? You invited me here for drinks just to show off and tell me you're someone important now, aren't you?"

"I……"

Long He looked into Hua Qing's reddened eyes and suddenly realized that he might have... gone a bit too far just now.

But for some reason, I felt uneasy ever since I saw Hua Qing.

The displeasure intensified, especially after she admitted to being Ding Heng's girlfriend.

Now Ding Heng is scolding himself for her sake.

On what grounds?

Why...

Longhe lowered his head and silently downed the whiskey in his glass.

I just feel uncomfortable.

I just wanted to provoke her.

I just don't like her.

And Ding Heng too!

Brothers of many years, how could he be so mean to me for another woman?

Who wouldn't feel wronged...

It's just crying, she can do that too!

"Waaah...waaah..."

Long He's sobbing came, and Ding Heng rubbed his temples, his head aching. The prompt in his mind reappeared.

【Wings of Calamity: Dragongrass】

[Current Status: Enraged Evil Dragon]

【HP: 82%】

A sharp drop of 5%!