I turned reality into a romantic comedy.

Then, Lin Mu stretched out his hands and grabbed the curtains on the left and right sides respectively. Under the moonlight, the rough, off-white fabric reflected an almost sacred silvery-white halo.

She forcefully pulled the curtains on both sides towards the middle, wrapping them over her shirt. Then, she grabbed the top corner of the curtain and gently placed it over the top of her hair, covering her ponytail and letting it slide down her cheeks and shoulders like a huge veil.

The long curtains piled up in layers around her and at her feet, trailing on the windowsill and cascading down its edge. Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, enveloping her in a hazy white glow.

"Okay, open your eyes."

Chen Junqian opened his eyes.

The moonlight was like water. The girl sat on the high windowsill, with the twinkling stars in the dark night sky as her background, and the treetops swaying slightly below. Her childhood sweetheart was wrapped in a snow-white wedding dress, and the thin veil fluttered gently in the wind, brushing against her blushing cheeks.

But Lin Mu's eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, containing an almost desperate seriousness and an unwavering determination that was impossible to look directly at.

Is it pretty?

Lin Mu tugged at the curtains around her, and like a bride showing off her dress, she slightly raised her chin.

Chen Junqian felt his throat go dry and suddenly had an inexplicable urge to cry, but he still answered seriously:

"nice."

The childhood sweetheart sat there upright. After receiving this reply, he stretched out a hand from behind the folded curtain, held it in mid-air, and extended it directly towards Chen Junqian, then revealed the radiant smile that Lin Mu was most familiar with:

"I like Qianqian the most, the kind of liking that makes me want to marry him!"

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Chapter Ten: Will the Childhood Sweetheart's Wish Be Fulfilled?

It was as if she had finally confessed all her feelings to her childhood sweetheart on the night before his wedding. The character she had only seen in novels and dramas before suddenly seemed to be understandable to Lin Mu now.

Even if he accepts the confession from another girl tomorrow, that will only really happen tomorrow. In movies and TV series, sometimes just a second is enough to completely rewrite the future of two people. What's more, she has a full twenty-four hours left.

So this isn't some futile struggle or a pathetic, defeated confession after knowing the inevitable ending. At least Lin Mu wouldn't think that way now. Most works describe children who have been happy and fulfilled since childhood as having an unaware sense of superiority and a self-centered, pampered young lady, and there's some truth to that. Their self-esteem and competitive spirit are, to some extent, no less than anyone else's, even in matters of the heart.

It was precisely because of this that Lin Mu was able to show her childhood sweetheart the same bright smile as before after a short period of adjustment. Just as Chen Junqian understood her, she understood Chen Junqian just as well. Gu Lingguo would always tell Chen Xi that he was the kind of boy who would agree to anything if called "Onii-chan," but in reality, he was also the kind of boy who would never refuse her.

As girls grow up, they no longer believe that the world will never change, but they still feel that what they cherish will last forever. After all, permanence is just a way of expressing time, and coincidentally, the same is true for the relationship of childhood sweethearts.

One night seven years ago, she was startled by the white curtains fluttering in the wind in an empty classroom. But now, seven years later, she was sitting on the windowsill, wearing them as a wedding dress. If Lin Mu had any regrets, it was probably because time was too short. She originally wanted to do this two years later when they graduated and revisited their elementary school classroom.

Faced with his childhood sweetheart's confession and the hand reaching out to him, Chen Junqian felt a surge of emotion mixed with a strange melancholy and sadness. This complex feeling even gave him an urge to cry, an urge more intense and sudden than when he felt the other person's body go limp in his arms just minutes earlier. He was speechless, even feeling the world swaying before his eyes. He could only grit his teeth, trying to respond to the confession.

"Of course I like it..."

The next second, just like Mu Mu before him, he felt all his strength draining away. He subconsciously slumped down on an empty chair next to him, the chair legs making a screeching sound as the movement was too large.

"Qianqian?"

Upon noticing Chen Junqian's action and his suddenly darkened expression, Lin Mu immediately forgot about the romantic atmosphere she had just created and the confession lines she had just uttered. She quickly pulled open the curtains, jumped down from the windowsill, and ran to her childhood sweetheart's side. The moment her hand touched his face, she felt a double sensation of coolness mixed with burning heat.

It's the feel of tears.

This was the first time Lin Mu had ever seen his all-powerful childhood sweetheart shed tears of vulnerability since he had known Chen Junqian.

"Qianqian?...Qianqian?"

The calls I heard suddenly seemed distant.

Just before his consciousness plunged into darkness, Chen Junqian belatedly realized that he was about to faint and the reason why he had suddenly fainted.

Without a doubt, in this real world that is about to transform into a romantic comedy worldview, Lin Mu, who said and did those things just now, is the most dazzling and undisputed female lead, whether to him as the male protagonist, or to the so-called audience or fate.

So naturally, her wish will be fulfilled, in the form of a romantic comedy.

Although I had thought of this before, I didn't expect it to happen at this time.

Chen Junqian had always been clear that his childhood sweetheart, hidden deep in his heart and whom he had only revealed to a handful of people, had a final wish about him—

[Please, Qianqian, have a good delivery. It won't cause any major harm to your health, but you'll be bedridden and unable to take care of yourself, so please let me take care of you this once!]

Chen Junqian and Lin Mu hadn't returned to the classroom by the end of the second period of evening self-study. After the history teacher left, the students in Class 1 who noticed this began to speculate wildly whether the two had gone somewhere together to talk or do something, or even confront the girl named Shen Nianqiu in public. Schools during student days are always keen on this kind of emotional gossip, especially when one of the parties involved is Chen Junqian.

Zhu Wenyun, who was sitting next to Chen Junqian, didn't seem to care much about the two not returning. In fact, she thought that the situation was caused by her own words from the beginning, so she could guess that Lin Mu would call Chen Junqian out after he returned. Then, given Chen Junqian's personality, he would definitely have a frank talk with Lin Mu or try to appease him indirectly. Since he hadn't returned, he was probably doing that kind of thing, so she wasn't worried.

If we rewind to twenty minutes earlier, Lin Mu was anxiously placing his childhood sweetheart's arm on his shoulder, leading him downstairs in a manner reminiscent of a mother supporting a drunk father, a gesture he had often seen in his childhood.

It's really strange, because a drunk person still has some self-awareness, so they are generally heavier than a completely unconscious person. But whether it was psychological or the adrenaline rush triggered by witnessing Chen Junqian suddenly faint in front of her, Lin Mu actually felt that her childhood sweetheart, who was carrying all her weight, was not heavy at all. She felt as if she had transformed into a mother in an elementary school essay who could carry her seriously ill son and walk briskly through a stormy night, and was carrying him to the school gate in an incredibly easy manner.

Lin Mu certainly had her phone with her, but it was always switched off and kept in her bag during class. Theoretically, the best thing she should do now was to go directly to the office to ask the homeroom teacher for help, or go back to the classroom to get her phone and call an ambulance. But she felt like there was a subconscious force telling her that Qianqian's illness wasn't serious, and on the surface, that was indeed the case. The other person's breathing was even, and his heartbeat and myocardial infarction were stable. Apart from not being able to wake him up no matter what she did, he looked like he was asleep.

Did something similar happen last summer?

Her mind was a complete mess, with all sorts of thoughts swirling in her head. By the time Lin Mu came to her senses, she was already standing at the school gate with him. In the end, she used the security guard's phone to call an ambulance, and then notified Chen Junqian's mother, Wang Hongling. She herself accompanied Chen Junqian into the rapidly arriving ambulance, explaining the situation in detail. Of course, the part about confessing her feelings was omitted.

After quickly completing the examination of Chen Junqian's vital signs, the doctors and nurses in the ambulance were also puzzled. After all, no matter how they looked at the data, he was a teenager with healthy physical functions who could participate in bodybuilding competitions. He did not have symptoms of hypoglycemia or anemia. However, no matter what they tried, they could not wake him up. They could only take him to the hospital for further detailed examination.

However, once Chen Junqian was rushed to the hospital, and Wang Hongling arrived in a panic, he suddenly woke up from his bed. Apart from feeling weak in his limbs and being unable to get out of bed for the time being, he had no other symptoms. However, because such a sudden fainting made Wang Hongling and Lin Mu very worried, he was still arranged to be temporarily hospitalized for further related examinations.

Soon, after some of the tests were completed and the doctor determined that there were likely no problems in any of the areas, Wang Hongling and Lin Mu both breathed a sigh of relief. As Wang Hongling went to pay the bill and wait for the results of the remaining tests, only Lin Mu and Chen Junqian remained in the single room.

Although it was less than an hour, the scene had suddenly changed from a confession behind curtains to lying on a white hospital bed. But seeing her childhood sweetheart lying quietly on the bed with her eyes closed, and knowing that he had just been pushed around in the corridor, Lin Mu suddenly smiled easily. Then, as if afraid of being seen by others, especially Qianqian, and being misunderstood, she hurriedly covered her mouth.

In fact, Chen Junqian had already noticed all of this, but unfortunately, the fate that made him sick on the spot came too quickly, as if it was determined to make the girl in front of him fulfill this long-cherished wish. As a result, he no longer had the strength to make a lighthearted retort like before.

Noticing his weak appearance, Lin Mu quickly moved a chair to sit next to Chen Junqian's bed and leaned down towards him.

As it turns out, no matter how exaggerated the height difference between two people is, it will instantly reverse if one person lies down and the other sits. Perhaps this is one of the important reasons why Lin Mu likes to wake up her childhood sweetheart. However, unlike the situation where she needs to be woken up, she now wants the other person to lie here obediently, preferably without moving at all.

Unconsciously, she grasped the other person's right hand outside the blanket with both hands, placing the index finger that she had been sucking on an hour earlier in her mouth on her own palm. So, no matter how much she proclaimed that this was her true feeling, no matter how much she faced her dearest person, many times she still couldn't reveal her truest thoughts completely. Instead, she had to refine them in her throat before letting them out, just like how her thoughts when she was licking that fingertip eventually turned into the phrase "the kind of liking that makes me want to marry Qianqian."

But from this perspective, humans are indeed quite remarkable, capable of inventing languages ​​and expressions that substitute for various things and emotions. Even if she isn't a literary girl like Zhu Wenyun, who can play with all sorts of images and metaphors, she can still find many words that make her not feel overly shy in front of him.

As if he thought the other person was already asleep, or perhaps he felt it didn't matter even if the other person was awake, Lin Mu could feel himself slowly guiding his hand towards her body.

She's recently started to enjoy, or rather, become more accustomed to, looking in the mirror. Although Lin Mu never had to do what those girls did—taking off their last piece of clothing, which weighed barely a few grams—before weighing themselves to try and reduce the number on the scale by even a tiny bit, she's now starting to look at her true self in the mirror.

Moreover, Lin Mu would want to refute this, precisely because of this, there is no sense of touch through the clothes. Direct contact would definitely be different, especially after fantasizing about the other person touching this part of the body that he had never paid attention to except when bathing. A strange feeling would be generated like an electric current and begin to flow.

...Just like it is now.

Well, all I can say is that the help from fate in this romantic comedy came a little too late. By the time Lin Mu finally saw her childhood sweetheart lying weakly in front of her, she had more complicated thoughts than just taking care of him. But perhaps the underlying emotions were the same. When faced with someone who can't do anything or move at all, the so-called care and control might just be a pretext.

Just as Chen Junqian felt like he had become the female lead in some strange time-stopped movie, his mother, who had reappeared at the door, finally succeeded in saving him. Her arrival startled Lin Mu, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, so much so that her small body trembled. Fortunately, she had her back to the door, so Wang Hongling didn't see where her mother had pressed her son's hand. She simply put aside the supposedly calming pills and warm water she had brought, and then went out to make a phone call. Lin Mu had said that they hadn't asked the school for permission when they ran away, and she also needed to tell Chen Junqian about it.

Was it the pills and warm water brought to the side that rekindled a bit of the care he had felt for his childhood sweetheart? Or perhaps he had come up with a new idea? Chen Junqian felt himself being helped to sit up against the bed, and then he saw Lin Mu unpack the pills. But when the other person handed him the pills with an "Ah—", he couldn't open his mouth at all.

The last time I experienced this brief feeling of not being able to control my body was because of an achievement related to artificial respiration. This time, the purpose is equally simple, and I don't even need to have watched any romantic comedies, since such plots are everywhere in martial arts novels.

"Does Qianqian turn into a child when he's sick?"

Lin Mu, who had no experience in this area, curiously leaned closer. Chen Junqian tried to turn his face away and pretend to be asleep, but this only made her more amused. So she knelt on the hospital bed with one leg, turned his face back to face her, looked into his eyes, and said:

“When I was sick as a child, Qianqian always had to comfort me. There can’t be double standards.”

As she spoke, she glanced around again, but unfortunately she didn't see any oranges. Chen Junqian would always wrap the pills in orange segments and have her eat them whole. If there were oranges here, she could replicate that, and she would definitely peel off all the white pith carefully before feeding him. It was just a pity there weren't any.

Bitter medicine can be masked with something sweet.

These are the words Chen Junqian said to her back then. So, does such a thing still exist now?

If she remembered correctly, in the last second before she fainted, she heard her childhood sweetheart answer with "I like you." So for two people who like each other, everything about the other person is naturally sweet. At least, that's the sensory feedback that Lin Mu's tongue gave her brain.

"Take your medicine properly, Qianqian."

Before Chen Junqian could react, Lin Mu turned his face towards her and he saw his childhood sweetheart's pretty face getting closer and closer in his vision. Then, with a gentle push of her tongue, the slightly bitter pill was sent into his mouth.

This should be the third kiss between the two of them, but considering that the first kiss was stolen by her and the second was purely accidental, this might actually be the first kiss in the true sense.

But Lin Mu didn't linger, because she quickly realized a problem. In martial arts novels, medicine is usually fed by chewing up pills or herbs and transferring the liquid or juice to the patient. How can someone swallow medicine without water? So she quickly ran to the side to get a cup of warm water, drank it all in one gulp, and then knelt on one knee on the hospital bed again, leaning down to touch his lips once more.

A long, drawn-out kiss, the overflowing liquid sliding down his chin, seemed to cool his feverish body.

If Lin Mu hadn't heard Wang Hongling's footsteps again, he wouldn't have wanted to let go at all, but he quickly sat back down. He turned back with a smile as soon as she returned to the ward.

"Godmother, if Qianqian isn't feeling well, should we ask him to take tomorrow off as well?"

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Chapter Eleven: From Senmu to Lin Mumu

As a form of artistic work, romantic comedies always need to follow creative logic. So after watching a lot of them, Chen Junqian gradually mastered the ability to easily guess the next plot just by seeing the plot of one second. If he falls, he will definitely fall on a girl; if he rushes to the bathroom, he will definitely bump into someone wearing a bath towel; if he gets sick, he will be treated with a towel and cooked porridge by a beautiful girl. It's as if inputting fixed preconditions into a complete logical chain will definitely produce the corresponding result.

To be honest, after realizing Lin Mu's wish a long time ago, Chen Junqian had tried all sorts of methods, but whether he took a bath with alternating hot and cold water or deliberately stuffed expired food into his stomach, his body, which was essentially like a two-dimensional comedic character, would not have any problems. This was the real reason why he had not been sick even once since his rebirth.

However, if he were to put on the same act as he did when facing Gu Lingguo, Chen Junqian himself didn't have enough confidence. He could sense that Lin Mu's desire was also incredibly contradictory. She wanted him to be vulnerable, but she didn't want him to actually get hurt. Something that could be resolved with a low-grade fever or a cold was delayed for the reasons mentioned above. As she grew older, this initial thought also began to become strange.

Similarly, Chen Junqian also wondered why, despite his childhood sweetheart having held onto this wish for so many years, and despite the classic scenario of visiting and caring for someone when they were sick, the two of them had never triggered this situation. Later, he suddenly realized that even if he were really sick, the first people to notice would be his family, such as his sister, not his childhood sweetheart.

That's why they chose a time when the two of them were alone. Although they always referred to it as fate, it was essentially like a pre-programmed code. It didn't realize that this was a confession moment involving a major development in their relationship. It simply retrieved the dazzling female protagonist and her equally high aspirations, determined that the current situation met the triggering conditions, and that's how this happened.

Just like the last time the conditions for triggering the romantic comedy scene of artificial respiration were met, he cleanly and neatly became the 'comatose' person who only needed to wait for the heroine's lips to come closer.

In fact, the occurrence of these two unprecedented situations this year is essentially due to the subtle assimilation of the real worldview. As for Chen Junqian's attitude towards this, rather than simply accepting or resisting, he has always preferred to think about and seek how to utilize it to his advantage and make it beneficial and harmless.

Although the definition of "harmless" is itself quite subtle, after all, if a system that is now likely to learn from the Starry Sky Immortal Venerable and merge with the Heavenly Dao could speak, it would probably complain that this is just to give you some perks, since your body is already practically indestructible.

Therefore, in Chen Junqian's view, the so-called worldview is just like the will of a planet, merely a code program devoid of personal feelings. Just as natural phenomena such as earthquakes, typhoons, and ocean currents have their scientific principles, it is at most a bit more idealistic.

As the male protagonist who possesses the talent of "the world's will will protect you," he has already developed multiple uses for this mechanism, such as controlling the weather, strengthening his body, and adjusting the flow of time. This is quite impressive, even by superpower anime standards.

Humans certainly cannot tame nature, but as long as we master the right methods and control it appropriately, we can make it work for us.

In the world of romantic comedies, there are naturally a variety of charming female protagonists. They can be elfin beauties whose numbers range from zero to nine, or childhood friends, younger sisters, or literary girls. Their numbers can range from two to an unlimited number. However, the male protagonist is always the same person.

Because this is the original intention and market audience of the work of art, just as galgame players can control the male protagonist to enter any female protagonist's route at will according to their own preferences, the male protagonist under this creative logic is the center of the story, the center of this world, and naturally the center of the female protagonists' fate from beginning to end.

It was with this awareness that Chen Junqian established the principle of "creating events if there are no events, and making stories happen if there are no stories" from the very beginning. From this perspective, it is not hard to understand why a certain system that has now ascended to heaven would find him in the first place. After all, initiative is one of the most necessary qualities of a protagonist.

Once this is realized, countermeasures can be easily implemented.

I think this is a scene from a romantic comedy.

[If I were the male lead, everything I did with the female lead should be considered a romantic comedy, right?]

[I hereby declare this a live romantic comedy performance!]

Having grasped the power to manage a certain unseen world's will, Chen Junqian, after a moment of refinement, regained control of his body. Before his mother could even answer Lin Mu's question, he sat up in bed, refreshed, and proactively offered his own answer:

"No need, I'm fine, there's no need for everyone to worry."

"By the way, Mom, could you go out for a bit? I have something to say to Mumu alone."

Seeing her son suddenly full of energy again, Wang Hongling glanced at the various test reports in her hand with some unease. After finding nothing abnormal in either report, she jokingly scolded him for worrying so much about his mother, and then left the ward, leaving the space to the two of them once again.

"Huh? Qianqian, are you alright?"