I turned reality into a romantic comedy.

During another lunch break at Lin Mu's house, Chen Junqian had just returned to his room when he saw his childhood sweetheart sitting cross-legged on the bed. After taking off her school uniform jacket, she was wearing a loose white shirt underneath, with the cuffs rolled up to her elbows, and the outline of the shoulder straps could be vaguely seen. However, what immediately caught Chen Junqian's attention was the red scarf tied around her neck.

Although she hadn't worn it for several years, Lin Mu had clearly tied it carefully. The two corners of the scarf hung neatly in front of her chest, and the knot was tied perfectly. The bright color made her cheeks look fair, and she looked petite and well-behaved. After all, Mu Mu was only a little over 1.5 meters tall, and now that she was sitting on the bed, her figure looked even more slender. With the red scarf tied on, at first glance, she did look like a primary school student who had just finished school and was waiting for her parents to pick her up.

After all, the developmental level of elementary school students these days is quite exaggerated!

"Is Mumu getting ready to participate in Young Pioneers activities?"

Lin Mu, who had been full of anticipation, immediately stopped smiling upon hearing this. She looked up at him defiantly and even tugged at the knot of her red scarf.

"What's wrong? Doesn't it look good?"

"It's not that it's bad-looking, it's just that it looks too much like the real thing."

"Like what?"

"Like a primary school student."

Lin Mu's face immediately puffed up:

"I've always looked younger than my age."

"Yes, especially today."

"Chen Junqian!"

"Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. But why did Mumu suddenly wear this?"

"I found it in the room, and then I remembered that we used to play three-legged race when we were in elementary school. Qianqian should still remember, right?"

"Hmm, no wonder you had to take out your red scarf."

"Actually, thinking about it now, the red scarf is quite useful. You can play blindfolded games or tie it to your feet to play three-legged races. And I always buy the two-yuan ones, which feel more secure than regular ropes."

Chen Junqian sat on the edge of the bed and casually took the red scarf from her hand. He originally thought that Lin Mu just wanted to tie it around her neck to relive the feeling of elementary school, or tie it around her ankle to practice three-legged race in this small room. Unexpectedly, she suddenly squatted down, went around to his feet, and gently tied the red scarf around his ankles. And it wasn't just one, it was two.

The girl's movements were earnest, but the knot she tied was not tight; it was just a symbolic wrap around the edge of the bed, and the red fabric hung down, making it particularly eye-catching.

After checking the knot once, she raised her head again, a smug smile slowly spreading across her face, exactly the same as when she caught the blind man in elementary school. Her eyes sparkled, as if she had already won the competition and was now declaring victory:

"In this way, Qianqian will be inseparable from me."

"Um, is Mumu sure?"

"of course."

Lin Mu held down the red scarf with one hand and braced himself against the edge of the bed with the other:

"Qianqian's feet are tied up now, so he can only stay here obediently."

It can only be said that when it comes to playing the role of a child, the childhood sweetheart is simply more gifted than the younger sister, and even Chen Junqian is almost getting into character.

"But this knot isn't tight at all."

"That's not allowed to be explained either."

"Why?"

"Because I made the rules."

When was this regulation established?

"Starting today."

She spoke with such confidence that, as soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly stood up and pounced on the bed. Chen Junqian was caught off guard and fell backward as she bumped into him. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her shoulders and back to prevent her from hitting the headboard.

Lin Mu lay on top of him, her hands supporting her on his chest, strands of hair falling from her shoulders and gently brushing his chin, before smiling and saying:

"Got you?"

Looking at his childhood sweetheart so close to him, Chen Junqian deliberately asked in return:

"Didn't you just say I can't live without you? Why are you suddenly throwing yourself at me?"

"Because I'm afraid you'll secretly untie it."

"If I really wanted to solve it, I would have solved it long ago."

"Then why don't you explain?"

"Didn't you say you weren't allowed to move?"

Lin Mu paused for a moment, a slight blush rising to her cheeks, but she remained defiant:

"Qianqian is quite obedient."

"I was just giving Mu Mu face."

"Come on."

She reached out to pinch his cheek, but Chen Junqian turned his head away. Lin Mu persisted and followed him. The two of them playfully wrestled on the bed. She wasn't very strong and her movements were a bit clumsy. She tried to grab him several times but failed. Instead, Chen Junqian grabbed her wrist and pressed it against the pillow.

"No."

"What do you mean you don't want?"

"I don't want this position."

While protesting, Lin Mu quickly sat up from the bed and then deliberately smoothed down the shirt that had rolled up at the waist due to the movement.

"When you lie down, your breasts disappear because they spread out to the sides—"

After these words were suddenly spoken, Lin Mu himself was somewhat taken aback:

"Eh? No, it's just..."

Seeing his childhood sweetheart suddenly thrown into chaos before his eyes, Chen Junqian was not surprised at all, since this was exactly what he had in mind.

It allows everyone to frankly express their inner thoughts; their most genuine thoughts suddenly surged out uncontrollably; and people want to see tsundere characters speak their true feelings!

This is, of course, a classic development in romantic comedies.

For example, such a prop appeared in the sixth episode of the anime "Amagi Brilliant Park," which Chen Junqian really likes, and he just tried it out as a prank during lunch.

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Chapter 31: Intimate Relationships Through Mu Mu's Eyes

After truly mastering all the permissions of the male protagonist in the romantic comedy, Chen Junqian also conducted various experiments after the start of the new semester. Just like other online novel transmigrators who could conquer the world of War Maniacs by giving the wooden system a corner, it proved that there were still many mysterious technologies in the romantic comedy that could be developed.

After all, the core of a romantic comedy is comedy, which is a comedic work. There's a famous saying in the debate circle: never compare your strength with characters in comedic works. This time, the "True Fruit" that makes people reveal their true feelings in a short time is one of Chen Junqian's achievements during this period.

Chen Junqian wasn't really surprised by his childhood sweetheart's abrupt and suggestive remarks. If he could turn back time to that June night when the two of them had their heart-to-heart talk, he would find that before he seized Tianyi and refined it in an instant, someone else was also holding his hand and doing something subtle. Lin Mu and he, as well as Zhu Wenyun, were all the same age, so it was normal for them to have such desires and thoughts.

However, Chen Junqian certainly wouldn't really treat his childhood sweetheart as a Japanese person to prank him, so after that sentence, he decisively turned off the drug's effects and switched to the mind-reading mode. The thought that this kind of thing would become a genre of online novels in a few years made him chuckle.

Lin Mu felt he had inadvertently spoken the truth. After all, everyone has been through something like this, and for a moment he wanted to explain or try to gloss over it.

"Oh, I mean the bra I was wearing today was stuck, and it's uncomfortable to lie down."

It still sounds rather ambiguous, doesn't it?

"I see."

Chen Junqian responded with a smile while listening to his childhood sweetheart's heartfelt words:

It's normal for me to care about this kind of thing, right? Isn't it said that when God closes a door, He opens a window? Xiaoxi isn't that tall, and she's a year younger than me, so why is she so well-developed?

After all, she was the girl in Chen Junqian's social circle who was closest in height to him, so it was only natural that Mu Mu would use her younger sister as a comparison. However, he still had to say that this was actually a bit self-humiliating, especially since the Summer World event that had just ended not long ago had given Chen Junqian a deep understanding of his sister's stats in this regard. Mainly, she had unlocked a new posture of snuggling in his arms to read novels, which was a gentle way of lowering her head.

[And even if Qianqian doesn't say it, he definitely likes big ones, right? Sister Shen and Wenyun are both that type, but I can only show you my waist, because no matter how much I exercise or how many home remedies I find online, the only thing that seems to show results is my waist. There are obviously flat-chested people with big butts...]

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me?"

Even though she was thinking all sorts of random things, Lin Mu didn't show it on her face. Once you have your own secrets, you naturally learn to lie. She seemed a little shy because of Chen Junqian's stare, or perhaps because of what she had just said. She subconsciously hugged the squirrel pillow next to her to her chest, looking a bit like she was cosplaying some kind of Ah Wei, no, it should be Rin Tohsaka's meme.

"It's nothing, it's just what Mu Mu just said to me. I think I've talked about something similar with Wen Jun before."

Upon hearing that Chen Junqian and Zhu Wenyun had already discussed this matter, Lin Mu quickly put down the cushion and rushed to her childhood sweetheart's side.

What topic?

"It's about whether or not to wear a bra when sleeping. It seems that Wenyun has always felt uncomfortable, so she has always slept like that since she was a child."

"So why are you two talking about this kind of thing...?"

"Because we usually call each other before going to bed, we naturally talk about things related to sleep."

All I can say is that in the past two years, he was chatting with Zhu Wenyun on one earphone and typing with Shen Nianqiu on his phone at the other. In a martial arts novel, that would be considered a double-handed skill, like drawing a circle with one hand and a square with the other. Lin Mu curled his lips upon hearing this.

[Seriously, seriously, seriously! You promised to let me lull you to sleep tonight, didn't you?]

"However, Wenyun isn't the last person to say goodnight to me every night. After chatting with her, I still listen to Mumu's ASMR. Every morning when I wake up, Xiaoxi complains that the headphone cord is all tangled around my neck."

Well, if he could really know what a girl was thinking every single moment, it would be so much easier to talk to her. His childhood sweetheart's pretty face quickly brightened as she spoke.

"If Qianqian likes it, I will go and record it again next time."

"When Mu Mu went to record these, did she feel shy? After all, some of the lines and sound effects are quite embarrassing."

Now, I can't even bring myself to admit that I once mistook that person's ear for my childhood sweetheart's and actually licked it twice.

"It's alright. After all, it's just a fake microphone. I wouldn't be shy even if I were to whisper these things into Qianqian's ear, so I certainly wouldn't be shy about recording it."

Just as Lin Mu's mood suddenly relaxed, thinking the topic was about to end, Chen Junqian launched another surprise attack, abruptly steer the conversation back to where it all began:

"So Mu Mu really cares about her figure, right?"

"No way! I have a great figure, an A4 waist, and abs. It's not like Qianqian hasn't seen it before."

Lin Mu instinctively retorted stubbornly, even trying to stand up to show Chen Junqian, but he forgot that their ankles were still tied together. The moment he tried to stand up on the bed, he stumbled and fell back down.

However, Chen Junqian didn't trigger the underlying "falling down" code in this romantic comedy, because he had already caught the other person himself before the program even started:

"Body shape isn't just about the waist, right?"

So you did hear that first line after all, didn't you?

Facing the teasing, half-smiling gaze of his childhood sweetheart, Lin Mu steeled his resolve. After all, they had already shared those kinds of secrets with each other, and if they couldn't even face this topic openly, they shouldn't even think about taking things further. Just imagine what Shen Nianqiu and Zhu Wenjun would do! ... But then, these random, nonsensical literary examples popped into his mind: economic base really does determine superstructure, productive forces really do determine relations of production, and one is limited by the trends of the times and the course of historical development. Lin Mu sat down again.

It's not that she's going to say "Qianqian, my legs are weak" and continue talking. It's mainly because after many of my own experiments, just like girls with little belly fat still feel a little tummy when they sit down, this posture is one of the easiest ways to accumulate fat compared to lying down or standing. Actually, lying on your side is also good, but the shape will be a bit more subtle.

By eavesdropping on his childhood sweetheart's thoughts, Chen Junqian couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. As a result, he was glared at fiercely by her. Lin Mu was even posing with her arms crossed, a pose she had never shown before. After all, like time, it's like water in a sponge; if you squeeze it, there will always be a little bit left.

"When it comes to body shape, a well-proportioned figure is definitely the best, don't you think?"

"Hmm, I think Mumu's are very well-proportioned."

"Then why did you ask me?"