I turned reality into a romantic comedy.

"Is this really comfortable?"

"Hmm, I don't know either, but it really is... whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

He felt like a similar conversation had happened last night, even the interjections at the end were somewhat similar. Seeing his sister's increasingly strange reaction, Chen Junqian subconsciously tried to pull his hand away, but she instead pressed it down with both of her hands.

"Just move a little—"

It's getting more and more similar... no, it's getting more and more strange!

It felt like the reaction of a kitten addicted to catnip. However, seeing his sister make such an expression and demeanor was indeed a novel experience for Chen Junqian. So, he granted her wish and casually patted her head. At least, he felt that his action was normal.

Perhaps it's because she showers every day in the summer, or maybe it's just her hair type? As the female lead whose head he touches most often, Chen Junqian always felt that Chen Xi's head did feel very textured. He remembered that when she used to wear pigtails, he would go and play with the little braids on both sides. But touching it like this, with her hair down, is a different feeling altogether. It really does feel a bit like petting a kitten.

After successfully making the other party happy, or rather, so happy that they were limp and didn't want to move a finger, Chen Junqian finally faced the computer again and continued his translation work.

During her junior high school years, my younger sister made her only friend, but it turned out to be a virtual electronic pet on her phone. From her brother's perspective, this was certainly a worrying thing, but from her sister's perspective, she also gave her own answer, which was: "As a virtual pet that was designed to please users, it will be good to me without considering its own interests. And my brother is the same; he will approve of me simply because I am his sister. Of course, the reverse is also true; I completely trust my brother because he is my brother."

"She only wants to associate with people who are unconditionally good to her, which is why she can't make friends... I feel that this idea is too idealistic. In fact, even family members don't give everything to each other unconditionally. It can only be said that she just happened to meet such a brother."

Although her face still had a faint, mysterious flush, Chen Xi immediately refuted the younger sister's idea in the book. However, she was soon drawn to the next part of the story, which was also about her middle school days. Her younger sister suddenly asked her brother to carry her to the street.

[Is there a law stating that I can't carry things after I become a junior high student, brother?]

"Is there a law that says I can't do babysitting after I become a high school student, brother?"

Before he could even complain that the younger sister inside had the same figure and build as Lin Mu, and could pass for an elementary school student in junior high, so it wasn't surprising that he could carry her on his back, Chen Junqian felt his shoulder being patted from behind. He had no choice but to stand up from his computer chair, and then the younger sister, who had stood up from the bed, pressed down on him, hooking her legs around his waist.

"Actually, to be honest, this is the posture my brother does every day when he takes me to school on his bicycle, right?"

The only difference seems to be whether or not it's being supported by hands.

Feeling as if she was deliberately testing his strength or simply trying to tease him, Chen Junqian suddenly felt his sister on his back intentionally twisting her body and sliding down. He had no choice but to hook his hands that were supporting her up a little higher, and the place he touched naturally changed from her calves to her thighs. He really felt the physical condition of his sister, who had been a double deserter in the physical test and military training. He almost wanted to say, "You're just a cat who only knows how to eat rice."

Mu Mu is almost getting abs, how come there are still people whose thigh muscles are so loose and soft that they sink in with the slightest pressure? Why don't you take away Wen Yun's title of "literary girl" and put it on your own head? Even the real otaku Gu Lingguo next door has much more developed muscles.

The older brother carrying his younger sister out of the house was seen by his mother, whose expression became somewhat subtle.

My mom used to be very happy when she saw my brother and me being very close, but now she seems unhappy. Is it because we shouldn't be so close anymore?

"Neither my mom nor my brother's mom would think anything of it, right?"

The younger sister, still clinging to Chen Junqian's back, rested her head on his shoulder and leaned over to look at the translated plot on the computer screen, commenting as follows.

"Because Xiaoxi isn't a real younger sister at all, okay?"

"But she's not a completely fake sister either, and many biological siblings don't actually share as many memories as we do."

She buried her head near the other's collar, as if she could truly feel her brother's unique aura.

As expected, Chen Xi preferred to wake her brother up and say good morning to him rather than say goodnight. This was because it was a brand new day for her and her brother. If each day was considered a segment of life, then the moment he opened his eyes, he was already imbued with her aura, and then he would carry it with him when he went out to meet others.

As a fellow student in Class One, Chen Xi naturally knew that Chen Junqian and Zhu Wenyun had both asked for leave from evening self-study last night. She even learned from Wang Hongling that the other party had returned a little late last night. But even so, her brother would still appear before her with a brand new look and aura this morning, and that was enough.

As the younger sister in the story enters high school, it means that her older brother, who is three years older than her, went to university in another city as Chen Xi had initially planned, thus beginning a three-year separation between the siblings.

In this respect, she is completely inferior to herself.

Their previously misaligned life paths have now aligned.

They will graduate together, go to university together, and spend the rest of their lives together.

Before she knew it, the National Day holiday arrived. Shen Nianqiu, who was at university, was also preparing to go back to Guoning during the holiday. In the past month, she had gradually gotten used to university life.

Fudan University's campus was bigger and more lively than she had imagined. The other three girls in her dormitory came from different places: one was from Northeast China and spoke frankly; one was from Guangdong and was meticulous in her work; and the other was a local girl who knew the streets and alleys of Shanghai like the back of her hand. She was also the girl she met on her first day of registration.

They became familiar with each other in a very short time.

They ate together in the cafeteria, shopped at the supermarket together, and shared snacks from their hometowns before lights out at night. During military training, they formed a bond with each other. Perhaps it was because the atmosphere in college was different from that in high school, or perhaps it was because their mindset had changed. Although she had always been a boarding student, Shen Nianqiu began to truly try to make friends with her roommates for the first time.

It must be said that universities truly live up to the countless times teachers and parents have said, "You'll be free once you get to university." The freedom is real, but along with it comes an unprecedented sense of emptiness and void. This is a key factor that causes many students to quickly lose their goals after entering university, leading to disordered sleep patterns and eventually just lying around in their dorm rooms.

However, Shen Nianqiu maintained her consistent self-discipline, diligently studying her major courses while also keeping up with her vocal training, steadily advancing in both her studies and career.

On the afternoon of October 1st, Guoning Railway Station was much more crowded than usual. When Shen Nianqiu dragged her suitcase out of the station, she immediately saw Chen Junqian and Zhu Wenyun, who had come to pick her up, in the crowd.

In fact, it had only been a month since they last met, which was quite short compared to the past when they would only see each other once every six months or even once a year. But Shen Nianqiu still gave him a big hug as soon as they met:

"I'm back!"

"Yes, welcome back."

After taking his sister's suitcase, Chen Junqian walked with her while listening to her talk about school. She talked about the orange cat that appeared at the dormitory every day, the newly opened casserole window in the cafeteria, how tanned she got during military training, and how a certain teacher was surprisingly amazing when she looked him up online.

The three of them chatted and laughed as they left the station. The weather in Guoning was a bit cooler than in Shanghai. The wind blew through the plane trees along the street, carrying the scent of approaching autumn. Chen Junqian put her suitcase in the trunk of the car, and the three of them sat in the back seat together.

After the car started, Shen Nianqiu leaned back in her seat and looked at the street scene flashing by outside the window. She felt a long-lost sense of peace. Although she hadn't lived in Guoning for very long, it wasn't until this moment that she felt like she had truly returned to a familiar place.

Tonight's welcome dinner was cooked by Chen Junqian himself, and the venue was still that small villa. It was clear that Shen Nianqiu had experienced a lot of new things during her month of university life. She didn't stop talking even at the dinner table, talking about how the four of them in the dormitory chatted by typing on their phones after lights out, how the cats on campus didn't seem to be afraid of people, and how they would deliberately lie in the middle of the road to beg for food when someone passed by, and how on the day the school clubs recruited new members, almost every booth had someone trying to get her to sign up.

"What did my sister apply for?"

"A literary society, and a volunteer association."

"I thought they would apply for something related to music."

"Because I felt that I would be forced to participate in all sorts of activities, and everyone would think that I was the most professional one, which might take up a lot of my time, so I gave up on that."

Halfway through the meal, Zhu Wenyun suddenly remembered something and asked Shen Nianqiu with a smile:

"By the way, Nianqiu mentioned on the phone earlier that some people on the school's online forum were discussing Junqian?"

Upon hearing this question, Shen Nianqiu couldn't help but chuckle:

"I almost forgot if you hadn't mentioned it."

What forum?

"On the day I registered, Junqian accompanied me into the school, right? Later, someone posted his photo on the campus forum."

"A photo? Who took it?"

"I don't know, but someone took a picture of you talking to us on the street. In the picture, you were looking up, and the sunlight was shining on your face. It was taken very clearly."

"and then?"

"Then the post quickly went viral. The title was something like 'Encountering a handsome guy on freshman registration day.' Many people asked which department Junqian was in and asked if they could get his contact information."

Hearing this, Zhu Wenyun nodded in agreement with a serious expression:

"That's normal. After all, that person's face has always been eye-catching since childhood. I think some senior girls even asked you for your contact information back then, right?"

"The adjective 'flashy' is so strange."

"Later, some people said you might be a freshman in the finance department, some said you were an upperclassman who came to register, and some guessed your family situation based on your clothes and luggage. There were quite a few comments."

"In the end, someone asked for your name in the comments, and after checking, it turned out that you weren't even a freshman this year."

"And what was their reaction?"

“Some people said, ‘So he came with his girlfriend,’ and others said, ‘That’s even better, a mature senior is more attractive.’ But after checking, it turned out that although he wasn’t a freshman, he wasn’t a student at Fudan University either. He was just someone who brought someone in to register. Speaking of which, my roommate showed me this post. She said the person in the photo looked a lot like my boyfriend.”

Then he remembered that when someone introduced him to a roommate who had arrived earlier, he used the identity of her boyfriend. However, Chen Junqian didn't think there was anything wrong with it. After all, not to mention in Shanghai, even in Guoning, the other party would be known as his official girlfriend.

"But it did become much more convenient later on."

What's the most convenient way?

"I'm starting school with a boyfriend, is that a way of announcing my relationship status in advance?"

"That's really convenient, since she's already taken."

Chen Junqian felt that the two people in front of him had inexplicably started to speak in unison, and he was a little confused. After Shen Nianqiu finished talking about her own affairs, it was their turn. Chen Junqian was still wondering whether to directly tell her about the progress of his relationship with Zhu Wenyun, but Shen Nianqiu took the initiative to ask a question with great interest:

"By the way, while I was away from Guoning, did you ask Yun if she took good care of her younger brother?"

As she said this, Shen Nianqiu winked playfully at Chen Junqian, giving the impression that she had known all along.

"...I guess so."

Zhu Wenyun's expression became somewhat subtle. It wasn't that her first time that night had brought her any unpleasant experience; on the contrary, it was quite the opposite. As a result, she couldn't forget it for the next month, or rather, she had developed a taste for it.

Chen Junqian was well aware of this. He could only say that this was a time gap that his sister had created, because it was after that that he truly reclaimed all the privileges of the male protagonist in the romantic comedy. At that time, he had only slightly activated some kind of mysterious sensory reversal, but the effect was just too good. Although his initial idea was just to give the literary girl a perfect first experience, it now seemed to have a slightly suggestive connotation.

"Shall we team up?"

Startled by Shen Nianqiu's words, Zhu Wenyun had just looked up when she saw him pull out his phone with a beaming smile, a look of triumphant mischief on his face.

"I mean Honor of Kings."

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PS2: My computer suddenly broke down tonight... I rushed to an internet cafe to write this chapter, and I'll send it to be repaired tomorrow.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: A Letter from a Childhood Stranger

Although Shen Nianqiu had a smartphone at a young age, she hadn't used it much for entertainment in the eighteen years before university. Firstly, she had always had high standards for herself, never neglecting her studies or vocal training. Secondly, she spent almost all the remaining time on her phone chatting with Chen Junqian. It wasn't until she went to university that she finally had time to try mobile games.

Chen Junqian realized during the Chinese New Year this year that his older sister might be a gifted expert in the game, and Shen Nianqiu had indeed been playing it ever since, and her rank was quite high. It was only at this time that the game, which had only been out for less than a year, had not yet introduced any national standards or rankings, otherwise, her account might already have a badge of being ranked as the number one Xiao Qiao in Shanghai.

After engrossed in playing a couple of rounds of online gaming with Zhu Wenyun and Chen Junqian, forming a trio and winning big, Shen Nianqiu contentedly put down her phone, stretched lazily, and turned to Chen Junqian, saying:

"By the way, the social media account you asked me to create on Douyin a couple of days ago is all set up, but it doesn't seem to attract many users."

"After that, there will be people. Sister, you just need to use it as a platform to update normally. I will also help you write a video style-related plan later."

As an app that was only launched last month, and whose positioning and promotional slogan at that time were just "a music short video community for young people," probably no one except Chen Junqian, who was reborn, would have predicted that this name would become a behemoth that could be called a symbol of the times in the internet wave of the next ten years. However, Chen Junqian did not intend to really participate in it and become a trendsetter. He and Shen Nianqiu's ambitions were actually very small and they were easily satisfied, so they just planned to get the first wave of benefits.

"Well, that'll be troublesome."

Shen Nianqiu would never doubt her younger brother's keen insight into internet investment and his operational thinking. Even if Chen Junqian asked her to invest in something like Nezha Immortal Drink Chinese herbal milk tea ten years from now, she would probably start spinning around in front of the camera to show off her business without hesitation.

After finishing their meal and playing games, the three of them finally had some free time to clean up the table. However, since Chen Junqian was the main cook at the beginning, Zhu Wenyun and Shen Nianqiu let him sit and rest in the living room while they took on all the cleanup work themselves.

Perhaps it was due to a recent shift in her mindset, but despite having spent countless hours in the kitchen working at the sink since childhood, Zhu Wenyun now felt that the scene was starting to feel somewhat inappropriate. Just like classrooms and hospitals appearing on certain mysterious film sets, places like the kitchen and bathroom, which she usually didn't think much of, were now making her uneasy. Mainly, she had heard Shen Nianqiu talk about their play in the kitchen the next morning; she could only say that the height of the stove was just right…

"Hmm? What's Wenjun thinking about?"

After tidying up and wiping the table outside, Shen Nianqiu returned to the kitchen and found Zhu Wenjun still slowly washing the dishes, completely lacking the quickness she had shown when teaching her to cook. Curious, she went over to ask her what was wrong.

"……nothing."

Upon being questioned by Shen Nianqiu, Zhu Wenyun snapped out of her lewd fantasies and resumed washing the dishes with her fingers back in the soap and hot water. However, Shen Nianqiu, with a smile and a persistent air, leaned closer and pressed on:

"Why is Wenjun suddenly shy? I've read all the things you wrote. This is nothing compared to what you've already done. Or is it that the experience wasn't that good? That shouldn't be the case... Logically speaking, he should have practiced his skills with me."

Since Chen Junqian couldn't hear her from the living room, Shen Nianqiu's words became increasingly direct and bold, leaving even the self-proclaimed free-spirited literary girl somewhat overwhelmed. She could only vaguely reply:

"No, it's more like... I like it a little too much."