I turned reality into a romantic comedy.

However, this is just a hypothetical scenario. After all, if he didn't have so many other girls around him, Zhu Wenyun might really have become like the female protagonist in her debut novel and wouldn't have done such a thing.

Chen Junqian, somewhat unwilling to dwell on this paradoxical assumption any longer, shook his head and spoke with a hint of reminiscence about his thoughts, as if talking to himself and Xu Youwei beside him.

"Actually, two years ago, Wenyun also said to other girls, 'True love should make yourself and the person you like better.' This is from Yang Hongying's 'Girl's Diary,' which was also the first book she recommended to me in the library."

"But now we are both in the second year of junior high school, and sometimes I feel that Wenyun's thinking and ideas in this regard are not as good as they used to be, or she is doing the exact opposite of what she says."

Regarding Chen Junqian's confusion, Xu Youwei tilted her head and shared her thoughts:

"Because Wenyun has always been the type of person who prefers to do things first rather than say them. Last year, when she went to stop the bullying at Jinzhong High School, didn't she say a word before throwing a punch?"

"But this kind of personality is definitely not suitable for dating, right? In fact, we are not even boyfriend and girlfriend, and we are not dating at all, yet she has already done things like stealing phones and going through chat history. That's why I got angry at her just now. Including what followed, she always put herself in a very low position, so I said she was demeaning herself."

After hearing Chen Junqian's words, Xu Youwei thoughtfully recalled the words she had heard from Zhu Wenyun a little over a year ago on the top of Jingting Mountain. However, expecting her to recite that pretentious, literary speech in its entirety at this moment was indeed too difficult, so she simply summarized it as follows:

“I heard Wenyun say something like that, that she thinks you are the wheat and she is actually the weed or something.”

When Xu Youwei said those words, Chen Junqian was also stunned for a moment. Although he immediately muttered something like "I don't understand what she's thinking," his hand unconsciously pressed the power button more frequently, as if he had indeed thought of some psychological issues about her that he had previously overlooked.

Suddenly, the screen of Chen Junqian's phone lit up. There was no ringtone, but he did make a call to someone.

Pressing the power button on your phone five times will automatically initiate an SOS call and dial your emergency contact.

Zhu Wenyun's emergency contact person...

The boy lowered his head and then saw his own name.

Chen Junqian

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Chapter 58: A Movie for Three (Part 2)

Emergency contact person.

When the two first bought their phones, they had already set each other as their emergency contacts. In fact, for a period of time, their contact lists only contained each other.

Meanwhile, as Chen Junqian accidentally triggered the SOS emergency call mechanism on his phone, using Zhu Wenyun's phone to send an emergency contact to his own phone, a different atmosphere was taking place in the hotel room.

Without a doubt, Shen Nianqiu easily heard the entire conversation in the quiet room, without missing a single word. However, unlike Xu Youwei, who was in the same position, Shen Nianqiu could only see Zhu Wenyun's expressions and actions from her perspective.

She easily witnessed how this girl, who had emerged from a rural family with literary dreams and was described in media reports as a left-behind child, shattered as if revealing her true colors just because of a few words from someone.

To be honest, Shen Nianqiu even felt that she was a bit like the kind of kid who goes to visit a friend, only to find that the friend is being scolded by the other person's mother. She was standing there, not knowing whether to leave or stay, whether to listen or not. But that was only a little bit.

After all, she genuinely wanted to hear, and she wanted to understand Zhu Wenyun and Chen Junqian.

That's why, after the call ended, which was both short and long, Shen Nianqiu tried to say a few more words to Zhu Wenyun, but she soon realized that Zhu Wenyun had no intention of saying anything more. She just sat there with her eyes closed as if she had left her soul, and then she started sobbing.

However, that description doesn't quite capture it, because Zhu Wenyun was already crying during their phone call. This should be considered the second time, but judging from the intensity, it was even more intense this time. After all, this time, her nose, ears, mouth, and even the beating heart in her chest no longer needed to consider the call with Chen Junqian. These organs only needed to focus on coordinating with her tear glands to continuously produce tears.

To be fair, although Shen Nianqiu didn't consider herself very close to Zhu Wenyun, they were still friends who had lived together for over a month. So when she actually saw this scene, she suddenly felt a little reluctant to let it go. Even though Chen Junqian hadn't mentioned her in his phone call and, as she had expected, had kept her out of it, she did have a chance to stop it.

Humans are social animals. It is said that if a person's emotions are truly heart-wrenching, they can be conveyed to those around them. And now, Shen Nianqiu felt the emotions radiating from Zhu Wenyun to her.

I felt that saying anything 'comforting' at this moment might just be adding insult to injury, so for a moment the only sounds in the room were Zhu Wenyun's tears and a few mumbled words that were hard to understand. Her voice was trembling and extremely weak, as if she was about to collapse at any moment.

This suffocating anguish also enveloped Shen Nianqiu, and the unease seeped into her body and pierced her bone marrow. She knew very well that her personality and thoughts were almost identical to the girl in front of her in some ways, only lacking in action. So what her brother had said on the phone earlier could, in a sense, also resonate with her.

Like a sharp knife piercing a boil, sharp words hurt more than a knife, and ugly, repulsive negative emotions gush out like pus.

It can only be said that when it comes to landslides, the literary girl has always been the most skilled at short track speed skating.

"Should we apologize to my younger brother again tomorrow when he comes over?"

He made this suggestion with considerable caution.

"……I know."

From between lips that had suddenly turned pale and bloodless came words of utter despair, equally pale and devoid of any color.

The original courage and determination are waning, and the original steadfastness and hope are withering away.

She bit her lip, desperately trying to suppress the complex emotions surging up from the bottom of her heart.

A burning, restless emotion, yet still yearning to reach out and touch that sliver of possibility in the void.

Just moments ago, Zhu Wenyun had been holding Chen Junqian's phone tightly in her hand, as if she wanted to squeeze it into her palm. Now, it was like Pandora's box had been opened, and she carelessly tossed it onto the sofa next to her. After a while, the girl stood up unsteadily. Like the mother in Turgenev's story who, despite the pain of losing her only child, would mechanically drink spoonful after spoonful of cabbage soup under the pretext that "there was salt in the soup," she silently went to get her change of clothes from the side, seemingly intending to take a shower.

Indeed, just as Shen Nianqiu said, they would meet again tomorrow morning. Even if it was just for that, she needed to take a good shower and get a good night's sleep tonight.

Not long after Zhu Wenyun, who was playing the role of a zombie, walked into the bathroom with her clothes, Shen Nianqiu, who was sitting outside, noticed the phone screen that had suddenly lit up. It was a call from 'Zhu Wenyun', but unlike the usual call screen, it was a call for help to an emergency contact.

At this point, Shen Nianqiu naturally wouldn't play the trick of secretly hanging up anymore. So she immediately called out to Zhu Wenyun, who hadn't even started washing yet, and then quickly shoved the phone into her hand, speaking urgently:

"Your brother is calling, answer it quickly."

However, even without her saying anything, Zhu Wenyun had already pressed the answer button immediately.

But that's all.

Because in the first few dozen seconds after the call was answered, neither party said a word.

On many nights when Chen Junqian and Zhu Wenyun chatted, the latter would often ask if they should not hang up the phone, wanting to listen to his breathing to fall asleep. But now that they could only hear each other's breathing, Zhu Wenyun felt not only no sense of security, but also an unprecedented sense of oppression.

She could clearly feel her eyes starting to swell, and she knew she was about to cry again.

However, before that, Chen Junqian on the other end of the phone spoke first:

"There are some things I haven't explained to Wenyun yet, or rather, some things that have been going on for a while. Although I know that it's best to clarify many things in person, by some twist of fate, the phone automatically dialed my emergency contact. So let me say what I can now. If Wenyun thinks it's okay, please agree. If not, we can talk about it when we meet tomorrow."

"I can……"

For Zhu Wenyun now, it was enough that Chen Junqian was willing to talk to her, and she didn't care what he said. After all, it meant that there was still a connection between them. At that moment, the phone was like a light cord in his hand. He only needed to pull it gently on the other end, and this side would be plunged into darkness. So of course, she wouldn't allow the phone to hang up.

"it is good."

Upon hearing this, Chen Junqian nodded, cleared his mind, and organized what he wanted to say. His demeanor returned to that of Zhu Wenyun when they first met, a blend of rationality and sensibility, along with an undisguised sense of initiative.

"The first thing I want to affirm is that Wenyun's talent in literature and writing is stronger than mine. Please remember this. I am not wheat, and you are not weed. Moreover, no one has stipulated that if I am wheat, you must be weed, or that if you are wheat, I must become weed. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Ah."

Zhu Wenyun nodded there.

"Okay, I know you're still not over it, and so am I. So instead of trying to understand, all you need to do right now is remember. You'll understand after a good night's sleep or after some time has passed."

After saying this, Chen Junqian paused for a moment. Xu Youwei, sitting next to him, thoughtfully handed him a bottle of water, even unscrewing the cap beforehand. He took a couple of sips and then continued his psychological counseling to Zhu Wenjun.

"Secondly, although I said this a long time ago, and I believe Wenyun has always remembered it, I still want to say it again here, because I hope that you can understand it in conjunction with the first point I just mentioned, which is that I have indeed placed all my literary expectations on you. This is an undeniable and irreplaceable fact, and I have never doubted whether Wenyun can help me realize this dream."

"Um... um, I will, I definitely will."

It was almost like a security word needed for some kind of mysterious event. Shen Nianqiu even felt that when Chen Junqian said those words on the other end of the phone, Zhu Wenyun's mental state immediately improved a lot, and even her language function was able to go from only being able to output simple and incoherent interjections to being able to speak complete sentences.

"Third, and lastly, is something I wanted to tell you when I was teaching Wenyun how to make desserts. While your strong and independent core remains unchanged, I hope you can become a more beautiful red velvet cake, a fluffy and light soufflé, a Mont Blanc, an Opera, and a Madeleine, a girl made of sugar, spices, and some other wonderful things."

"That's all I could think of to say to you tonight, in this very rushed time. It's getting late, so get some sleep. Goodnight."

Goodnight.

Goodnight said to each other in person is much warmer than cold text typed in a chat box. Shen Nianqiu could already sense that Zhu Wenyun could go take a shower and go to sleep with peace of mind. After realizing this, she left without saying goodbye.

This is how audiences who have just enjoyed a good show always feel.

While watching, you'll be glad that you're not the main character on screen.

After the show ends, you might regret not being the main character.

However, Shen Nianqiu knew very well that she was indeed greedy.

She just wanted to skip all the sadness in between and only receive the final comfort.

So, forget it.

【Good night】

She subconsciously wanted to say the same thing to someone, but she really didn't have anyone to say it to.

Even if it's sent via QQ, it can only reach Zhu Wenyun, who is currently holding Chen Junqian's phone.

So, Shen Nianqiu finally posted those two words in the seven-person group chat.

Even if it was originally just a message meant for one person.

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Actually, on non-Friday nights, when "Chinese Character Dictation Competition" wasn't airing, the small group of seven that Lin Mu initially created didn't talk much. After all, the group was called the "Spectator Group," and it was originally created to make it easier for everyone to watch the competition together via voice chat.

But tonight, Shen Nianqiu's "Goodnight" message pushed the group chat window up from the bottom of the message list, and Lin Mu was the first to reply.

"Sister Shen, you're asleep so early? I'm still working on my summer homework. I'm so annoyed! In addition to the summer homework, the English teacher also gave us several newspapers. My hand is sore from writing so much."

Completely unaware of what had happened between the other group members that night, Lin Mu also took a picture of a pile of test papers, homework, and newspapers, confidently declaring that she would secretly amaze everyone in the exams after school started.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Junqian logged into his account on Zhu Wenjun's phone, intending to delete and log out after the chat, as replying would be inconvenient. With Lin Mu and his active participation, Chen Xi and Gu Linguo, in addition to Zhu Wenjun, also started posting, turning the group chat into a chat session for everyone.

Now it was Hsu Yu-wei who was unhappy.

After all, she had no objection to comforting Zhu Wenjun earlier, but now it's her birthday party, and since Zhu Wenjun's problem has been resolved, it should be just her and Qinqin having some alone time. Why did it suddenly turn into this multi-person chat group?

Thinking this, Xu Youwei secretly opened Lin Mu's private chat window again. It was indeed because she had been catching up on homework for so long that the group chat was buzzing with activity, and Lin Mu was constantly trying to start conversations. She chose to chat with him privately.

"Mumu, it's my birthday tomorrow..."

"Oh, I almost forgot. Sorry! Well, happy birthday in advance! I'll definitely be asleep by midnight, so I won't be able to wish you a happy birthday right away, Weiwei."

"Oh right, right, Weiwei and Qianqian are together now, right? Are they celebrating their birthdays together tomorrow? Where are you planning to go in Beijing? Remember to take lots of pictures—"

"Of course, I plan to go with Qinqin tomorrow..."

I meant to end the chat, but now I've inexplicably joined in myself.

"That's great! I also want to visit the Forbidden City, the Temple of Heaven, and the Summer Palace with you and Qianqian."

"But Mu Mu is in Guoning now, right?"

Just as Xu Youwei calmly typed out those words, Lin Mu's reply arrived.

"Then we can video call."

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Chapter 59: The Gentlest Night Raid (Part 2)

To be honest, if it weren't Lin Mu who sent her the invitation, Xu Youwei would have suspected that the other party had ulterior motives and was deliberately trying to ruin her birthday experience. However, since it came from Mu Mu's mouth, the meaning was quite simple: it was just a sudden idea. After all, people usually invite everyone to their birthday parties and have a great time.

Xu Youwei could even guess what Lin Mu was thinking at this moment. Even if it were Zhu Wenjun or Shen Nianqiu who were celebrating their birthdays tomorrow, she probably wouldn't have made this suggestion on a whim. After all, Mu Mu was never a fool who had no sense of propriety in interpersonal relationships. It was just because the two of them, or rather the three of them, had a really good relationship that she felt it didn't matter. After all, the three of them had been playing together like this since they were a few years ago.