I turned reality into a romantic comedy.

"I remember Qinqin wrote a sentence on it back then."

"I remember this one, it's here."

Although it had been almost eight years, Chen Junqian still accurately located the spot in his memory, walked over, and pointed it out to Xu Youwei:

[Liking the Sheep Charm doesn't necessarily mean you want to see how others react after you die; perhaps you just want to see someone you can only see in your spirit form.]

"Ah, this is it, I miss it so much."

"Does Yoyo still like and want the Sheep Talisman?"

"Hmm... I guess so, but the reason has changed."

"So what is it now?"

"Of course, I want to be able to stay with Qinqin even after I become a spirit."

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PS2: Finally, two CG images of young Yoyo with short hair have been released, corresponding to her appearance and storyline in Volume 1.

Chapter 40: Seventeen Years Old

While it's true that holidays that don't give students time off can't be called holidays, on the other hand, days like Christmas, Valentine's Day, and Qixi Festival, which are artificially given certain colors and meanings, might actually be more suitable to be spent with classmates and friends in a crowded school. Even if nothing happens to you, you can still gossip about other people's lives.

After all, in a few years, all you'll really be able to do after get off work is copy and paste abstract copywriting like, "Hey bro, did that girl reply to you? Has she ignored you all day? Or send me the 1314 you prepared for Qixi Festival, I can top up two 648s, and use the remaining 18 to watch Niu Lai."

Sunday evening self-study was already relaxed after a weekend, and with the subtle atmosphere of Christmas, Chen Junqian felt that the atmosphere in the class was a bit restless as soon as he arrived. However, he had indeed been busy with Xu Youwei in the countryside all day, so after sitting down, he took advantage of the time before the start of self-study to put his arm around a pillow and lie down to take a short nap.

Speaking of which, the countryside and villages are indeed classic scenes in Japan's mysterious little works, especially a bus stop made of two wooden planks that brings back countless memories just by seeing its design. In fact, rural areas in China are not much different in this regard. In the end, Xu Youwei even dragged me to the secret base where the two of us used to be.

It can only be said that Lin Mu and Xu Youwei are just like the two people in the double treasure stealing game they played when they were young. If one of them goes up, the other has to be brought up as well, and their progress must always be kept in sync.

He vaguely sensed someone sitting down next to him, and at this moment he was even more grateful that his deskmate with Zhu Wenyun was on the inner side. The main reason was that the literary girl wouldn't use her figure, which was not like a high school student, to block the gap and prevent him from getting out, and she could also act as a city gate at all times to block a lot of unnecessary interpersonal interactions or flirting. He didn't even have to get up in a daze to make room for her.

But as the person next to him touched his hair, Chen Junqian quickly realized something was wrong. After all, Wen Yun's hands shouldn't be that small... So he opened his eyes and turned over. The hand that was originally on his head slid down to his eyelashes with his movement. Sure enough, it was his childhood sweetheart.

It's quite shameful to admit, but ever since a certain girl who stole the life of a two-dimensional girl and achieved a leapfrog development by skipping grades and transferring classes actually came to our class, the thing she does most every day is just lie in her seat like a corpse. In her own words, she already uses up all her energy during morning exercises, and after finally recovering a day later, she has to do morning exercises again. Who can she complain to?

Moreover, going to talk to my brother seems simple, but it's actually quite difficult. After all, my deskmate is always there, and if I want to talk, I can only stand there and maybe prop myself up on the table. After ten minutes of break time, that amount of exercise feels almost like doing a plank, so I'd better give up.

Did I wake you up?

Although her palm slid down to the other person's eyebrows and eyes, Lin Mu did not intend to remove it. Instead, she followed Chen Junqian's movement and gently touched the tip of his nose, then lightly brushed the stray hairs on his forehead and asked him in a low voice.

"It's alright, I've had enough rest."

This can't be considered a lie. In a sense, Chen Junqian felt that he was quite similar to Saiki Kusuo, the protagonist of the anime "The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.", which aired this July. As the only superpowered person in real society, his desire to rest or feeling tired was mostly psychological. Moreover, putting everything else aside, just looking at his childhood friend's face so close to his did make him feel much calmer and more relaxed.

Although people always say that Mu Mu's round pupils are like the cat she used to have the same online name with, if you look closely you will find that her childhood sweetheart's eyes are not only big, but also slightly droopy at the corners. This kind of innocent and lovable look is more like a dog's eyes, especially from his current perspective.

"Does Qianqian want some water?"

It's unclear how Zhu Wenyun was sent away, or if she simply hadn't arrived at school yet, but Lin Mu, who was sitting in her seat, handed the hot water she had brought to Chen Junqian.

"Ah."

"zipper."

Seeing that he had drunk water, Lin Mu's gaze shifted downwards again, landing on Chen Junqian's school uniform jacket, which he had left open because he was hot. She stretched out two fingers and, through the fabric, grabbed the zipper pull without giving him a chance to refuse, pulling it up to just below his Adam's apple with a ripping sound, as if afraid he would get cold. After doing all this, she clapped her hands in satisfaction and tucked them back into her scarf.

With these few actions, Lin Mu naturally attracted the attention of the other students around him. Although high school students are not as naive as elementary school students who would conclude that two people are having an affair just because they exchanged a few words, the interaction between the two of you is too much like that of a couple. Where is Teacher Shen? Oh, it seems that Teacher Shen really doesn't care about the two of you.

Capitalists, you've won.

"So, is Mumu here to give me a gift?"

Noticing that all the classmates' eyes were on him and Lin Mu, Chen Junqian finally got down to business. After all, it wasn't easy to hide such a big gift box. At this moment, half of it was stuffed into Zhu Wenyun's desk drawer, and the other half was draped over her lap. Moreover, it seemed to be a little different from the style he had seen in the morning.

"Okay, here you go!"

As she spoke, Lin Mu smiled and handed over the gift box. It was indeed different from the packaging Chen Junqian had seen that morning. After all, that one was just something she had bought on the way here that morning. She had probably prepared it carefully during the day. The box she handed him was different from the mass-produced packaging in gift shops. There were some clumsy marks of hand folding on the corners, which meant that she had bought the paper wrapping herself.

Even in the very center of the box, a beautiful cross knot was tied with a dark red ribbon, and in the center of the bow, a tiny gold bell was cleverly strung.

Discovering this detail felt like Chen Junqian's heart had been gently struck by something soft, causing a large, tender swamp to collapse.

"Does Mumu want me to open it and look at it now?"

"Qianqian, feel free to take it apart. As long as you don't mind the hassle of putting it back together later."

"Then I'll dismantle it now."

The large colored wrapping paper was carefully removed, and when the dark cardboard box lid was lifted, a faint yet distinct sweet orange scent, often associated with Lin Mu, mixed with a hint of warm cashmere, quietly wafted out. However, what was placed on the red velvet was not a ring or necklace; this year's greeting card had certainly received the highest level of treatment.

High school students' desks are always piled up like a small mountain with all kinds of textbooks and tutoring materials. However, thanks to Chen Junqian's good habits, the foot of the mountain was surprisingly tidy. Otherwise, this big castle would not have a place to take root. Soon, just like in previous years, the castle built by his childhood sweetheart with words and memories rose from the desk this year. Her handwriting was left on every brick of the castle wall.

However, before Chen Junqian could take a closer look, the castle, which seemed excessively large or even extravagant for a gift like a greeting card, had already attracted the exclamations and attention of the other students. At this moment, his childhood friend, a veteran, also stepped up, just like a certain League of Legends streamer who was going to talk about the value of the S6 (2016) King of Glory rankings ten years later, and was about to start telling the story of the greeting card.

Because other students were gathering around to look, Chen Junqian was a little worried that his childhood sweetheart might have written something incoherent on the greeting card, so he quickly put the castle he had just unfolded back down. As a result, this act, which resembled protecting food, caused a good-natured jeer from the students, and Lin Mu herself began to feel smug.

Chen Junqian endured this until the end of evening self-study. Only after returning home and entering his bedroom did he finally have time to take the greeting card out of the gift box again. After unfolding it on the table, he began to look for the beginning. There was no way around it; the entire greeting card was indeed too large, with words everywhere. But at least he had to start from the beginning.

However, Lin Mu seemed to have thought of this when he was writing the greeting card, so there were small arrows everywhere indicating "start reading from here". Following the arrows, you would find a certain page, which was where the entire greeting card would begin.

At the end of 2016, when Aka Akasaka had just begun creating "Kaguya-sama: Love Is War," which was already receiving rave reviews and whose anime was even expected to compete for a top-three spot in the new generation of romantic comedies in a few years, Chen Junqian had already experienced a version from ten years in the future.

[Qianqian, I'll be 18 years old in a few days!]

So, the Chinese age system is indeed a very magical thing. Just like the flexible age standard that parents talk about, it can be flexibly combined with the actual age. In many cases, it is also applicable to teenagers' self-expression of "I have grown up" and "I am still young". I heard that there is a custom of adding two years to the Chinese age system in South Korea, which seems to make it even more of an age killer. The difference of ±2 is still huge when you are a teenager. After all, boys and girls at this age always change a lot every year or even every six months.

Just like a few years ago, my younger sister was still a little taller than Lin Guo, but now, I don't know if it's because she doesn't exercise, she has been overtaken by the other party. Thinking of this, Chen Junqian unconsciously reached out and touched Xiao Xi's head, who was still dutifully refreshing his bed this morning. Then, my younger sister lay there like the cat in the house, purring and almost showing her belly.

Happy birthday, brother.

"Okay, thank you, Xiaoxi."

Today is December 30th, 2016, Friday, the second day of the twelfth lunar month, which is Chen Junqian's first birthday. Before he knew it, he had reached the dividing line of adulthood. Although he was only twenty-five years old when he was reborn in his previous life, this is probably the only time in his reborn life that he can still think and act like a college student or a teenager.

Because he had to go to school soon, Chen Junqian couldn't keep patting his sister's head. If they were still in elementary or middle school, Friday would indeed be a good day to hold a birthday party, but in high school, it's not even as good as Sunday. After all, they have to attend evening self-study on Fridays, and the weekend holiday doesn't start until after 10 p.m. after evening self-study ends. There's not much time left!

Quite a few students knew it was Chen Junqian's birthday today. His personal information, including his ID card, could be easily found on the internet, so his birthday was easy to find out. As soon as he arrived at school, he heard many classmates from his own class or other classes smiling and wishing him a happy birthday. Even some students who didn't know it was his birthday came over to join in the fun.

Happy birthday, Chen Junqian!

Happy birthday, academic genius!

"Brother Qian, this is a cake I made myself, have a taste!"

From the first floor to the third floor of the teaching building, in just a few minutes, Chen Junqian had received no less than twenty birthday wishes. Some were from classmates he knew, and others were from students from other classes he had only passed by in the corridor and whose names he did not even know. Several beautifully wrapped small gift boxes had been stuffed into the side pocket of his backpack, and a few pink envelopes were peeking out from the zipper gaps.

Despite the enthusiasm, Chen Junqian maintained a polite yet distant smile, nodded his thanks, and continued walking. His tall figure moved through the bustling crowd, his school uniform jacket fluttering slightly in the wind, outlining his straight shoulders and long legs.

Girls would occasionally huddle together in the corridor, their eyes following his retreating figure, their gazes filled with undisguised affection.

"Oh my god, doesn't Chen Junqian look especially handsome today?"

"Of course! Today is his birthday! Seventeen-year-old Chen Junqian, just thinking about it... ahhh!"

"Sigh, why didn't we draw him to participate in the obstacle course race during the sports meet? He was drawn in the first two events."

Chen Junqian had excellent hearing, and he heard all the conversation, but he remained calm as he pushed open the door to Class 1, Grade 12. Several students were already inside. On the blackboard, simple yet heartfelt birthday wishes were drawn in colored chalk:

Happy birthday, Chen Junqian! May you continue to be number one in your grade and get into Tsinghua or Peking University!

Before long, Chen Junqian received a barrage of birthday wishes in class, forcing him to leave for a while. As soon as he stepped out, he heard a girl call out "Senior." Her voice was clear and crisp, with a slightly drawn-out, playful tone at the end.

Without a doubt, Gu Lingguo is the only person at school who would call him by that name.

Compared to the new generation of anime fans who will openly carry ita bags ten years from now, even though Gu Lingguo is currently searching for like-minded people across the country, the boldest thing she can do is hang an anime character pendant on her schoolbag. But the result is just like that of a pink Tsuchiya girl a few years later who carries a guitar bag to school every day, fantasizing that someone will talk to her about music. The effect is simply nonexistent.

"Has Lin Guo arrived?"

"Huh? I didn't come to wish you a happy birthday. Didn't I already say that when we bumped into each other this morning? But I understand. That's what happens when you're too popular. Even the heroines in romantic comedies have to learn how to reject someone's confession."

"So, does Lin Guo have any?"

"...No, so this world is really strange, isn't it? When dealing with someone who seems to have a partner, girls are always bolder than boys. I feel like it's a matter of cost?"

At this point, Gu Lingguo quickly interrupted herself again. After all, she hadn't come to Chen Junqian's door today to discuss relationship topics. She quickly took a folded piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to him, explaining in a fast-paced voice:

"After half a year of preparation, I have contacted all the necessary people and made all the necessary preparations. The time is during this winter break. Now it is my senior's turn to fulfill his promise and help me."

"Comic convention?"

"Yeah, a comic convention."

Chen Junqian unfolded the paper handed to him. It looked like a poster, but the main part in the middle was quite simple, just two little figures drawn in a simple line.

What is this?

"Of course it's my senior and me."

The quirky and clever girl naturally made a photo-taking gesture in front of him:

"Promotional photos, oh promotional photos."

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PS2: After careful calculation, it seems that there are only three major plots left in the remaining year and a half, and I feel that it is possible to finish the book in October.

Chapter 41: The Past Life

Although we always talk about anime conventions, there are actually many different types, such as fan conventions or game conventions. So, at the beginning, Chen Junqian asked Gu Lingguo what kind of anime convention she wanted to organize. After all, it was close to 2017, and if you held a King of Glory live tournament at an anime convention, no one would say anything, and you could even sell a lot of tickets.

However, Gu Lingguo still carries a bit of the pride of an old-school anime fan. After all, in an era before the trend of watching a popular anime series in one go, her accumulation of so many anime series, games, comics, and light novels is all the result of her hard work. Moreover, she is a content creator herself, whether as a Bilibili anime UP or a cosplayer, so she naturally has high standards when it comes to purity.

But then again, Gu Lingguo couldn't possibly set up an old-fashioned version of Bilibili's 100-question entrance test to gauge the attendees' enthusiasm. So after some hesitation, the girl decisively abandoned the idea. After all, if that were the case, there would be no point in holding a comic convention; they could just have a small circle of people resonate together.

If the purpose of going is to meet like-minded people, then the larger the base, the more opportunities there are. As someone who has personally experienced a small comic convention in a county town, Gu Lingguo's first thing to prohibit is the appearance of these profit-making, pirated, and low-quality merchandise vendors. After all, these stalls and fan-made merchandise stalls are completely different in nature.

In Gu Lingguo's own view, the moment I saw the fan-made products at your stall was an opportunity to recognize each other as kindred spirits at a glance, and then we became acquainted, instead of seeing a bunch of old men and women hired to watch over the stall and guarding those toy swords.

"So Lin Guo really does want to organize a fan convention after all?"

"But the bad news is that the idea is too good to be true. There are hardly any people in Guoning who can set up a stall. After all, making merchandise or fan art requires a lot of passion and ability. So if it's really a fan convention, it feels like we're deceiving consumers. I can only help Qingqing sell dresses and stuff."

"Since the main focus isn't on the shopping experience, we need to organize some activities, otherwise it feels like we'll start getting bored the moment we step inside."

"Oh yeah, I initially thought of inviting Sister Nianqiu, but she's become so famous lately, and her new song is incredibly popular. It feels like if we actually invited her, it would turn into a concert or a personal fan meeting rather than a comic convention..."

The song "Pinky Promise," which someone brought to Shen Nianqiu from the future more than two years in advance, did indeed generate a huge buzz this Christmas. In particular, Chen Junqian even had his sister release the new song on Douyin simultaneously. Perhaps ten years from now, when we're compiling a list of Douyin's hit songs, we'll start with this one.

"So does Lin Guo have any other ideas?"

"...How about we have the Honor of Kings offline tournament? Who says mobile games aren't part of the anime/manga genre? Honkai Impact 3rd is too, isn't it?"

"I feel there is still a difference, but if Lin Guo really has no ideas, I do have one."