I turned reality into a romantic comedy.

"If Nianqiu were to say these things to me now, I would only think that it is based on the premise that you have already done it yourself."

"No, although I wouldn't have asked before, but actually asking Yun and my progress this month should be exactly the same, right? Little brother?"

In the familiar school building corridor, Chen Junqian was suddenly embraced by his older sister, who wrapped her arms around his. He felt the atmosphere was a little too intimate, and she then tiptoed and kissed him, playfully winking at Zhu Wenyun in the same direction.

"So there's no need for Wenyun to keep acting like this, after all, someone just accepted both of our confessions."

It seemed that Shen Nianqiu had finally persuaded her. Zhu Wenyun smacked her lips slightly and then joined in. The three of them confessed their love and needed to end with a kiss from all three of them. In fact, just by looking at them, you couldn't tell that there was any age difference between the two girls, nor in terms of height. Otherwise, this action would have required some difficulty and coordination.

"Phew—I've finally fulfilled another wish, but it feels like my brother had already anticipated this?"

"Yes, I did anticipate my sister's thoughts, so I made special arrangements. Otherwise, my sister could have just left after her performance, but I still have to study here, and the consequences would have been a bit troublesome."

"Yes, yes, thank you for your hard work. Actually, it was just a spur-of-the-moment decision, but I didn't expect my brother to actually agree in public. It would have been better if he had just kept quiet."

"If you really want me not to answer, you shouldn't have dragged me onto the stage in the first place."

Faced with Chen Junqian's criticism, Shen Nianqiu felt a little embarrassed, after all, girls naturally hope that their confession will receive a positive response.

"Tonight's event is coming to an end before we know it."

The sound of senior high school students singing could be heard coming from the direction of the playground, which was a bit far away. Because they had a separate graduation season event, the camera footage from the auditorium was cut off after the awards ceremony. Otherwise, the conversation would definitely be about the three of them, which would be putting the cart before the horse and overshadowing the main event.

"Ming Nianqiu is also a graduate, but she doesn't seem to feel anything."

"Because compared to graduation, what's more important to me is definitely becoming an adult, and besides, I still have to go to university after graduating from high school, right?"

"I remember the Zhejiang college entrance exam results will be released tomorrow?"

"Yeah, it starts at 3:30 pm on the 22nd, but suddenly I don't really want to release the scores."

"What's wrong?"

"I felt that I performed quite well this time, but because our school is very prestigious, even if I did well, I wouldn't be the top scorer or anything like that. I shouldn't have been the one to be interviewed, but tonight I revealed my true identity, so things might change."

"really."

Chen Junqian nodded in agreement with Shen Nianqiu's concerns. After all, there are two completely different concepts between an ordinary student who is in the top 100 of the province and a singer in the entertainment industry who got the same score on the college entrance exam. In a few years, even if someone's older brother gets a score of 300 or so, he will be trending on social media. Although Shen Nianqiu is not a top star, she still has a certain degree of internet fame. So it is foreseeable that some media outlets will want to capitalize on this trend.

"So, is your sister planning to do an interview then?"

"I'll take one or two, after all, I'm counting on making money..."

"Too."

Compared to other girls, Zhu Wenyun and Shen Nianqiu are indeed much more obsessed with money, or rather, economic independence. However, both of them are quite restrained and only earn money within their own knowledge. In this respect, they are quite similar to Chen Junqian, since he has long since entered the stage of only receiving dividends and not investing. In the end, as the timeline gets closer, the advantages of the prophet as a reborn person will naturally be weakened, but so far it is enough.

"By the way, is Wenyun currently writing a new book related to Mumu?"

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

“Actually, recently, Wenyun could talk to Mumu again, instead of constantly looking through her diary for inspiration.”

Chen Junqian looked up at the moon in the sky. He might not have been fair enough, and his favoritism might not have been thorough enough. But after all, this was his first time trying to play such a role, so he only wanted to have a clear conscience. And thankfully, the girls around him still tried their best to understand him from his perspective and even cooperate with his ideas.

That's enough, at least for Chen Junqian himself.

"Mumu's thoughts are probably different now than before."

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Chapter Seventeen: Each Person's Life

To be fair, the disclaimer that Chen Junqian prepared for the school beforehand did have some effect. Mainly, if only one girl confessed, people would feel it was more genuine. The scenario where two girls confessed and the boy actually accepted her just seemed too much like a pre-arranged script.

Moreover, according to information from the students in the special admission class who spend every day with Chen Junqian, Lin Mu is calmly and indifferent, which further proves that this is a publicity stunt. So what else is there to say? Let's all go and support "We Live in Guoning" when it comes out. At least the filming location is in our school, so it will feel more familiar.

Of course, on the other hand, the final exams and summer vacation are just around the corner. We want to enjoy the gossip about the top students on campus, but we can't neglect our studies. As the high school with the best undergraduate admission rate in the entire Ningzhong area, which is almost 100%, the quality of students in Ningzhong High School has always been quite good.

Before we knew it, it was the afternoon of June 22nd. Suddenly, a rain shower began. Summer rain always comes in a hurry. Around 2 p.m., the sky was still bright white, but the wind picked up first. Soon after, the raindrops began to fall heavily, hitting the windowsills and the road, as if someone had pressed the whole town into a damp white mist.

However, the showers came and went quickly, and by three o'clock the rain had stopped.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of earth, wood, and mint leaves. The distant streets gradually returned to normal. Shen Nianqiu sat in her room by the window on the second floor, first glancing outside, then checking the time again.

Her admission ticket and ID card were placed side by side in the upper right corner of her desk, next to a sticky note filled with estimated scores. The note contained numbers she had repeatedly revised over the past few days. The trouble with humanities subjects was that even if you checked the answers, you couldn't really estimate your score accurately, so Shen Nianqiu eventually gave up and simply waited until today.

The class group chat has been buzzing since noon. Some people said that the Education Examination Authority's website had been blocked in advance, some sent messages asking who dared to be the first to check, some kept tagging the homeroom teacher, and some were joking in the group. In fact, for students from Hangzhou Foreign Languages ​​School, many had already found their way out or been admitted to domestic and foreign universities before the college entrance examination, so there was not much tension in the group.

Shen Nianqiu glanced at the chat window and then closed it. She curled up in her chair, hugging her knees, suddenly not wanting to be entangled with anyone else's emotions.

After all, checking scores is a very personal matter. The numbers that are about to appear will determine the path she will take in the next few months or even years, and will also lead many people to evaluate her in different ways. Of course, some people will be happy for her, and some people may feel sorry for her, but before the results are actually released, she just wants to make this matter her own.

Of course, this idea only arose because someone had to leave the area due to attending classes.

She was in her room, surrounded by familiar sights.

Shen Nianqiu still clearly remembers the hotel Chen Junqian booked for her when she first came to Guoning. Girls are always precocious creatures, and she was an outstanding one among them. So much so that on those nights when she and Chen Junqian stayed in the hotel, she would start to have wild thoughts about whether their relationship would only stay in various hotel rooms. However, such thoughts came to an abrupt end after Chen Junqian bought the house.

Although there was another resident next door, the other person always tactfully avoided coming over at the same time as her, so Shen Nianqiu often felt that this was her home, at least the room she was in now, and everything in it was decorated by her own hands.

In Guoning's room, no one demanded anything of her, so she could leave her books spread out on the table, sit with the nightlight on for a while when she couldn't sleep at night, and close the door when she was in a bad mood. No one would chase after her to ask what was wrong. On many nights in Guoning's room, she would sometimes sit on the bay window in a loose shirt and daydream, sometimes lie in bed and watch a movie all afternoon, and sometimes send a message to Chen Junqian in the early morning saying that she suddenly wanted to eat his tomato beef brisket.

Okay, even though I'm about to check my scores again, I can't help but think about the person who isn't with me right now.

Shen Nianqiu looked down at the white shirt she was wearing, which also belonged to Chen Junqian.

It was a bit too big for Shen Nianqiu, with the shoulder line falling to the outside of her arms and the hem covering the middle of her thighs. The residual scent of laundry detergent on the fabric was very faint, but it still felt familiar to her. The wind blew in from the window, and the hem swayed slightly. She raised her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and looked back at the computer screen.

As the release time for the results approached, the examination authority's website began to slow down noticeably. Shen Nianqiu typed her admission ticket number, ID number, and verification code. When she typed the last number, her fingers suddenly felt a little cold.

During this period, she repeatedly estimated the score.

She felt she had done well on her Chinese composition, and her English reading and writing were also quite solid. She was unsure about a few questions on the humanities section, and the last big math problem took her a long time to memorize. She knew she hadn't done badly on the exam, and she knew that based on her usual grades, going to Shanghai wasn't an unrealistic dream.

But I'm still afraid of the unexpected.

Shen Nianqiu closed her eyes briefly, then clicked the query button. The page was blank for a second before rows of scores appeared.

Chinese, Mathematics, Humanities, English, and the final elective module.

Her gaze moved from top to bottom, her breath gradually holding, until it finally settled on the total score column:

700.

It was a large integer, but it started with a seven. After realizing this, Shen Nianqiu quickly checked the overall ranking below. Although she had joked with Chen Junqian at first about whether it would be blocked, she was suddenly relieved to see the specific ranking immediately. It was the 40th place in the province's liberal arts total score, which was also a large integer.

The first-tier university admission score for liberal arts students this year has already been shared in the class group: 603.

Her current score is 97 points above the first-tier university admission line.

Shen Nianqiu's hand was on the mouse, her fingertips trembling slightly. Suddenly, she pressed the right mouse button to refresh the page. The score didn't change. She refreshed it again, but the page still showed the same number.

Fortieth in the province, 97 points above the first-tier university admission line, Fudan University, Department of Economics—these three words finally formed a logical line in her mind.

It feels like a very long time has passed, and I've traveled a very long road.

Shen Nianqiu stood up, the chair making a soft thud on the floor. She walked to the window, pushed it open, and a damp breeze rushed in, blowing across her flushed cheeks and causing the hem of her white shirt to flutter slightly.

She had an almost overwhelming urge to tell Chen Junqian the news right away, or rather, if he were here right now, she would have already thrown herself into his arms. She could even imagine what her brother would say and the tone of his voice. But in the end, she could only collapse onto the bed and bury her head in the pillow.

After all, it was only a little past three in the afternoon. Unlike her, who had already graduated and was entering the freest period of her life so far, Chen Junqian still had to go to school.

But her finger still unconsciously clicked into their chat box. Or rather, this was the thing Shen Nianqiu had been most familiar with doing over the past few years. The latest message was from Chen Junqian, who had sent it to her at noon, telling her not to be nervous and that hard work pays off. Shen Nianqiu took a screenshot of the results page, her fingertip hovering over the send button, but after hesitating for a few seconds, she exited the chat.

Lying quietly in bed, one might wonder if it was a case of being well-fed and warm but then thinking about other things, or perhaps Zhu Wenyun's theory of "once you've tasted the marrow, you'll crave more" really existed, only it hadn't quite come true for Chen Junqian yet. Instead, Shen Nianqiu inevitably began to recall the various details of that night.

Looking back now, perhaps she was also blinded by the word "older sister" at that time. After all, for a long time, she was fascinated by this title and the meaning behind it, so she naturally felt that such things should be led by the older one.

To project a mature and composed image, this kind of older sister is definitely more in line with expectations than the flustered type. That's why she wanted to take the lead. Shen Nianqiu was even prepared to comfort Chen Junqian like an older sister after the first time, when everyone on the internet said it didn't represent his true level. But in the end, she became the complete opposite.

The feeling gained from others is indeed far greater than that gained from oneself, but in fact, this is a two-way street. In any case, it is still a time that people miss, especially after they have to part ways temporarily. Just like a joke that Chen Xi shared in the group before, she now wants to thank the Duke of Zhou who set the rules for the Zhou Gong ritual.

Shen Nianqiu waited until school ended in the afternoon, but before she could even send a message, Chen Junqian had already taken the initiative to make a video call.

He had just stepped out of the school gate when he turned on his phone and immediately called his sister. He then saw her lying on her back on the bed from a mysterious angle, and the camera suddenly zoomed in on her face, almost giving the impression that he was being embraced by her through the screen.

"Sister? Have the results come out yet?"

"Yes, I got 700 points."

"How many?"

"Seven hundred, 40th in the province for liberal arts, 97 points above the first-tier university admission line."

Although I knew that Zhejiang already had a 60-point elective module, so the total score was actually 810, a score of 700 was still quite surprising. After all, the fact that he ranked 40th in the province for liberal arts and scored 97 points above the first-tier university admission line was enough to demonstrate the value of this score.

"Congratulations, sister! Wow, that's amazing, really."

Is it true that there is a gap in educational resources? In fact, for Chen Junqian, a native of Guoning, the highest score in the college entrance examination that his county can reach is usually the top scorer in Xuancheng City, while the provincial ranking is around 40th to 50th. In other words, if Shen Nianqiu were in Guoning, he would definitely be at the top scorer level.

"Thank you for your hard work. Hard work really does pay off."

Hearing Chen Junqian's blessings, Shen Nianqiu felt a lump in her throat. On one hand, she wanted to say that she wasn't that capable, and on the other hand, she wanted to say that there were still many uncertainties, but in the end, she could only utter one sentence:

"I can go to Fudan University."

"Yes, of course, there should be absolutely no problem with this ranking and score."

He looked at her, as if afraid she wouldn't believe him, and repeated it carefully again.

"My sister will definitely get into the Economics Department of Fudan University, and she'll be able to go to Shanghai."

"...It feels like a dream."

Chen Junqian chuckled at Shen Nianqiu's seemingly dreamlike remarks:

"Then wait for me, sister."

"Ok?"

Chen Junqian took a few steps into a small alley with his phone in hand. Compared to the crowded main road, there were few people here, and the sunlight was not so dazzling. Shen Nianqiu only saw the camera shake for a moment, and then heard his very soft voice from the other end of the phone.

"It's not a dream. Shen Nianqiu scored 700 points, ranking 40th in the province for liberal arts. She can go to Fudan University or Shanghai University."

The boy's smile was clearly visible through the screen.

"My sister will be Shen Nianqiu in the Economics Department of Fudan University from now on. Wow, my girlfriend scored 700 points on the college entrance exam!"

"Don't speak so loudly."

"why?"

"My classmates will hear me."

"You already accepted the confession yesterday, okay? Everyone in the school heard it."

Chen Junqian's bright smile on the screen suddenly reminded Shen Nianqiu of the day she finished the college entrance examination. He stood at the school gate waiting for her, holding flowers and kissing her. She remembered that at that time, he also called her name and happily congratulated her on her coming of age and graduation on behalf of her parents.