I turned reality into a romantic comedy.

"whispering sound."

Chen Xi knew, of course, that her brother was teasing her, but the more he did that, the more aggrieved she felt. After all, it was because he had started taking her out to play during holidays a few years ago that she gradually gave up the habit of bringing her laptop to relatives' houses and hiding in her room to play computer games, only coming out for a short while during mealtimes. But after her good brother had done all that, he turned around and left her alone again.

That's awful! She instinctively glared at him.

The younger sister unleashed her glare, and Chen Junqian's defenses weakened!

"Okay, my question."

After all, it was the first day of the Lunar New Year that Chen Junqian had sent his younger sister into the hell of the New Year and relatives. He knew Chen Xi's personality very well. Moreover, according to his mother, she had already come here alone last night. It seemed that she really couldn't survive alone in that kind of atmosphere and environment.

"Stop staring, smile."

He reached out and gently tickled the soles of his sister's feet, which were clad in red socks. The sister immediately and quickly pulled her foot back, but her face was no longer as tense as before. She then gently kicked his knee twice, seemingly having completely calmed down, and began to ask about Chen Junqian's affairs with Lin Mu.

"It's nothing. I went for a walk in the mountains with Mumu, and then we chatted for a while in the evening. I didn't play for long in the morning before your call brought me back."

Are you going again next year?

"Even if we go, it won't be on the first day of the Lunar New Year."

"Hmm, that's more like it."

In fact, Chen Junqian knew that his sister only needed him more these days when there were many people around. For example, when she went to Lin'an for two or three days on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year last year, the other party did not have such a big problem, because the New Year was basically over by then.

and……

Chen Junqian glanced at Gu Linguo, who hadn't said much and was just smiling as she listened to the siblings' conversation, without making a sound. He vaguely felt that his sister's strange attitude today was related to Gu Linguo's presence.

In his view, Gu Linguo's biggest problem is that while she appears sunny on the surface, she is actually a black hole that endlessly radiates negative emotions. She is even more negative and pessimistic than Xu Youwei. If Youyou is someone who needs to be fully wrapped up in terms of emotional intelligence to be comfortable to get along with, then Gu Linguo cannot be affected in the slightest on a mental level. Otherwise, she will easily be dragged into the quagmire and abyss in her thinking.

Being too intimate with someone you barely know will naturally have this effect, and Gu Linguo, or rather, the child, is the one who likes to be too intimate with someone you barely know. In fact, from the other person's perspective, the two of them are not even close friends, because the child has been silently watching him for a long time without his knowledge. That's what's really interesting.

Perhaps only by solving this problem can we achieve our goal.

Only then will the system truly be willing to include her among the heroines of this real-life romantic comedy.

Therefore, he took the initiative to step forward and regain control.

"Lin Guo has been learning piano recently, right? May I take a look?"

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PS2: Because many people have been asking, and there is indeed a part of the plot that requires images, I will create a group later and notify everyone at the end of the chapter as soon as possible.

Chapter 30: Anything that doesn't conform to my ideas is feudal superstition (Part 2)

Parents in Guoning are not usually willing to enroll their children in music-related extracurricular classes. For this small city in southern Anhui with a permanent population of only 300,000, everything must be geared towards education. That's why it has taken so long to build such a key middle school with an almost 100% undergraduate admission rate, and a student who gets into Tsinghua or Peking University every two years. Naturally, all the other training classes that have sprung up like mushrooms after rain are also learning-related.

In the past two years, when the crackdown on after-school tutoring classes was not very strict, almost all the teachers in Chen Junqian's class who were allowed to teach were teaching. Even if the policy on teachers running after-school tutoring classes in schools is implemented in two years, parents and teachers will still tacitly reach an agreement and move their positions like guerrilla warfare, either in underground parking garages with the roller shutters closed, or in teachers' homes, all vying with each other to rush towards the two single-plank bridges of the middle school entrance examination and the college entrance examination.

Against this backdrop, Gu Linguo was naturally curious as to why her mother had suddenly enrolled her in a piano tutoring class. However, she didn't even need to ask; her mother had already explained the reasons to her in detail.

To be honest, the mother and daughter communicate quite a bit, but most of it is just one-way chatter like this. For Gu Linguo's mother, Lin Su, she is the kind of person who doesn't want her daughter to not notice her good intentions. When she calls her daughter and father to dinner, she will say, "I serve you two at home every day," and "You only need to be waited on hand and foot." When she comes home from get off work, she will say, "I work myself to the bone to earn money outside, and all of it is spent on you." There are countless other things she says about her daughter's studies and life.

This time, her reason for 'doing what's best for Gu Lingguo' was based on a past experience of hers, and she was advising her daughter on so-called life lessons in the tone of someone who had been through it all.

Gu Lingguo knew that her mother had always looked down on her father, otherwise she wouldn't have insisted on adding her own mark to her name. But she really didn't expect that after so many years, her mother would still hold a grudge against another boy she met many years ago.

According to Lin Su herself, if the boy she liked back then hadn't met another girl who could play the piano, her life wouldn't be the way it is now. The other girl quickly caught the last wave of the last century and made a fortune, and she also became a wealthy lady.

Like many women, Lin Su initially wanted to be a boss, and then a boss's wife. But when both of those paths were exhausted, her last remaining choice was to become the boss's mother.

So if you don't live up to my expectations, I'll continue living in this house.

Being able to hear such words from one's mother, this feeling of incongruity is just as strange as the brand-new, shiny electronic keyboard that Lin Su wipes several times a day, which sits next to the old bookshelf that has been used for more than ten years.

Just like Maslow's hierarchy of needs, after confirming that her daughter's grades had reached a good standard and that she had found a free after-school tutor like Chen Junqian, Lin Su's next task was to cultivate and nurture a bit of aristocratic temperament in her.

Just like the theme song "Dark Fragrance" from her favorite TV series "The Story of a Noble Family," she was determined to implant such a fragrance into her daughter's bones. So whenever Gu Linguo practiced the piano in front of her, Lin Su would also join in and entertain herself.

In this small, self-sufficient world created by the sound of the piano, where there was no sunlight, she had reached a kind of self-deceptive reconciliation with herself. So much so that whenever she went out to work as a housekeeper and greeted all kinds of clients and villas, Lin Su could calmly tell herself, like a little monk reciting scriptures, that she could become like that in the future.

Her daughter will be successful, or even if she isn't, she can find someone successful and become the boss's mother or the boss's mother-in-law.

And so, on the afternoon of the second day of the Lunar New Year, when she returned to her new home in the city after visiting relatives in her hometown, she saw this scene as soon as she opened the door.

For a middle-aged woman with a limited level of education, it's natural that she couldn't come up with any elegant sentences or adjectives like those in classical Chinese prose. Just like her thoughts on the art of the piano, she could only come up with the words "elegant" and "aristocratic."

Therefore, she could only use the simplest words to describe it.

A boy, a piano.

It looks good and sounds good.

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In fact, even though the system's "versatility" endowed Chen Junqian with basic piano skills and abilities, this was indeed the first time he had tried playing the piano in real life. Therefore, he did not play with the same powerful flair as Lang Lang, a piano master he had seen on TV who could probably shake off half a pound of dandruff after playing a piece. He simply sat there and played a soothing little tune.

Even so, it was still quite a shock to the two girls listening in. After all, they had never known that Chen Junqian could play this kind of instrument before. This was especially true for Gu Lingguo, who had been learning piano for some time. Having already entered the field, she knew Chen Junqian's level was definitely high enough to take an exam, and at least at level six or above.

But clearly, within her own intelligence network, Chen Junqian had never come into contact with these things before, or perhaps it was in a place she didn't know about, even before that?

"call--"

He gently placed his palms on the piano keys, pressing down the last chord as softly as if caressing velvet. Only after the lingering sound faded away in the twilight did Chen Junqian finally stand up from his seat. He stretched his ten fingers in the air, still captivating the two girls' attention, as if beautiful notes could rise from there again just like before.

"When did you learn this, brother?"

He was indeed a little surprised, and Chen Xi even called out to her brother after a long time, asking him with a curious look.

“I’ve watched a lot of online lessons, and I’ve practiced with Youwei before when we played together. She has a piano at home.”

We used a classmate named Youyou, who is indeed wealthy and owns a piano, as a temporary shield. However, the piano in her family was intended for her younger sister, and it's a genuine, high-end brand piano worth at least tens of thousands of yuan. We can see it every year when we visit her family on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

"Oh, that's amazing. You seemed even more handsome than Xin Nan just now."

"Then I won't summon any Flame Dragon Armor."

Seeing Chen Junqian and Chen Xi laughing and talking, Gu Linguo wanted to subconsciously join in the conversation, but as soon as she turned her gaze, she held her breath and saw her mother standing there.

"Mom, you're back."

It was almost like a fixed instruction; if you didn't greet the other person when they came home, you would receive a complaint like, "I worked myself to the bone outside and came home to have to put up with your attitude." So Gu Lingguo immediately went over and greeted them like that.

"I brought my friends over to my house."

Since Chen Junqian and Chen Xi, who came today, were neighbors and had been brought home once before, Gu Lingguo didn't introduce them further. After speaking, she stood there with her head down, waiting for her mother's reply. However, after a long time, she didn't receive a reply. She looked up in surprise and saw that her mother was still staring at Chen Junqian not far away.

"Happy New Year, Auntie. This is my younger sister. I apologize for the sudden visit. Did you just come back from visiting your relatives?"

Compared to Gu Lingguo, who would instantly fall into various negative states in front of her mother, and her sister who was equally unable to handle her, Chen Junqian's demeanor was much more natural. While holding his sister's hand, he took the initiative to greet her, and then carefully closed the electronic keyboard again.

"I just tried playing this electronic keyboard, and the quality is quite good, and the pitch is very accurate. It must have cost a lot of money."

Based on his understanding of Lin Su, he expected that once he brought up this topic, she would immediately and readily claim the credit, satisfying her vanity slightly before making a hasty retreat. However, this time Lin Su did not take the opportunity to back down, but instead asked the same question as Chen Xi had asked earlier:

"Have you studied piano before?"

"I wouldn't say she's studied systematically. If Lin Guo practices for a little longer, she should be able to reach this level."

To avoid becoming someone else's child or a tool to put pressure on Gu Linguo, Chen Junqian acted modestly while emphasizing the other person's talent.

"Ah That's good."

Unaware of what she was thinking, Lin Su, whom Chen Junqian had assumed would linger a little longer, uttered this seemingly random sentence and then turned and left.

"Would you like to stay for dinner tonight? We can just reheat the leftovers from lunch, it'll be quick."

"No, no, we're going to Grandma's house tonight."

As Chen Junqian walked out the door, he also used his other hand to pull Gu Lingguo, who was also frozen in place, out with him.

"I'll take Lin Guo to discuss the question we didn't finish earlier."

After returning to her apartment next door and closing the door, Chen Xi finally sat down on the sofa with a sigh of relief.

"I'm so tired..."

"Hey, you didn't say a word to anyone just now."

"That's exhausting too. Just facing her is suffocating."

Having personally experienced the atmosphere at Gu Linguo's family dinner table, Chen Xi has come to deeply understand that happiness is a matter of comparison.

"But isn't your mom a bit more agreeable today? She looks much nicer too. Is this a sign of a new year bringing a fresh start?"

"……do not know."

Although she had a vague suspicion in her heart, Gu Lingguo shook her head calmly. As soon as her mother left her sight, her intelligence took over again. She sat down next to Chen Junqian and began to examine his hand intently, as if she wanted to figure out how he had played the piano.

Chen Xi, who was sitting on the other side, followed suit. After watching for a while, she started reading her brother's palm with great interest.

"Brother, have you ever had your palm read before?"

Which one?

"It's the simplest kind, the life line, career line, love line. This is really popular in our class. You haven't seen it before?"

"No."

"Let me take a look at your palm. The three lines from top to bottom are the love line, the life line, and the career line."

Chen Xi, who instantly transformed into a palmistry master, first gave a general overview in a serious manner, and then began to analyze each palm for Chen Junqian:

"First, let's look at your career line. If it's deep and long, it means your career is stable. If it's broken or intermittent, it means your career will change. If it connects with the inside of your life line, it means you will receive family support in your early years. If it forks at the end, it means you will develop in many areas. In short, your career line is very good!"

"...I feel like it's all about shooting the arrow first and then drawing the target."

"Because that's how palmistry and horoscopes are supposed to be. And looking at the life line, well, it's not broken, the lines are clear, and the curve is good. You should live to be eighty or ninety without any problem."

"...Where did you learn all these little words? And you even know them all in one set."

Finally, there's the love story!

As soon as Chen Xi spoke, Gu Linguo curiously came over, and the two of them looked at Chen Junqian's right palm from both sides. However, they did not start analyzing immediately, but hesitated and mumbled something. In the end, Chen Junqian spoke first.

"If what Xixi said before is true, does the fork in my love line mean that my future romantic experiences will be full of twists and turns...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Xi had already shaken his head vigorously.

"No, no, I don't believe my brother will be a womanizer in the future. Lin Guo, do you believe it?"

"Hmm... I don't believe it."