I turned reality into a romantic comedy

At this point, Zhu Wenyun seemed a little embarrassed, since for her, it was like directly applying someone else's story to herself, which even sounded like stealing.

However, seeing that Chen Junqian didn't react in any particular way, she continued speaking:

"What I'm trying to express is the contrast between 'my deskmate who always opposes me but is surprisingly reliable at crucial moments.' Although I really want to show you how it's written, it's better to wait until I finish writing the whole story before showing it to you."

When the topic of reading and writing came up, Zhu Wenyun's spirits lifted considerably. However, this energy was short-lived. After rattling off her thoughts in one breath, she deflated again, leaned against the wall, and flawlessly performed the standard routine of sliding down, bowing her head, and hugging her knees.

"...But we'll have to wait until at least after October."

"That's alright, I won't rush you to finish the manuscript. As for the other issue you're worried about, I feel like Lin Mu will just say, 'Oh my god, this is totally me,' and then happily come over and be your friend."

Even if you say it like that, it still feels weird.

"In fact, you can't write without reading books, otherwise you'll just be working in isolation."

As someone who had been through similar experiences, Chen Junqian could sense that Zhu Wenyun's condition was a bit off. After thinking for a moment, he offered the following suggestion:

"If you feel too mentally exhausted to read a long novel, you can read Zheng Yuanjie's 'Big Bad Wolf Rock' series. Each volume contains short stories, each only one or two pages long. It won't take up much time and can relax your mind. I just happened to bring one with me today."

Before Zhu Wenyun could answer, he ran back to his own classroom, retrieved the book, ran back again, and handed it directly to the other person.

"Thank you."

Zhu Wenyun had only read Pipilu, Luxixi, and the Shuke and Beta series before, so this was indeed her first time encountering the Big Bad Wolf Rock. However, out of trust in Zheng Yuanjie and Chen Junqian, she was still very happy to accept the book.

See you next week.

"Well, have a nice weekend."

After saying goodbye to each other, Zhu Wenyun returned to her classroom and sat down at her desk, turning to the first page.

The first story is called 'Venus Mosquito Repellent'.

After being plagued by mosquitoes for a long time, Rock bought a mosquito repellent device only to find that it was equally deadly to both himself and the mosquitoes. Inspired by this, Rock decided to research a drug that would make mosquitoes only suck the blood of their own kind.

After five years of unremitting efforts, a drug called "Mosquito Eats Mosquito No. 5" was successfully developed. After being widely deployed, the infected mosquitoes only fed on the blood of their own kind and avoided the blood of other living beings.

Rock was awarded the Nobel Prize in Physics for this, although he felt he deserved the Nobel Peace Prize more.

Upon learning of this, the Mosquito King immediately ordered his subordinates to research a special drug called "Wolf Eats Wolf No. 6" to retaliate.

The last two sentences of the story are: "Rock doesn't know why, but lately he's been swallowing hard every time he sees his son. And once, Rock was almost eaten by his aunt."

A clever little anecdote in the style of Zheng Yuanjie, it looks like it was written on a similarly annoying afternoon with mosquitoes bothering you.

But Zhu Wenyun used this story to expand her thinking to another corner, because she suddenly felt as if she had also been infected by the same medicine.

Especially when I see my grandmother's busy figure, or when I receive a phone call from my parents.

Children generally want to grow up quickly, but Zhu Wenyun had reached the point where she was almost annoyed that time was passing too slowly.

She wished she could fold the remaining six years of compulsory education into just six days, because every day now she felt a suffocating feeling, as if she were drowning.

"We work so hard, getting up early and staying up late, all for you. Can't you put all your energy into studying and read less useless extracurricular books?"

So is she leeching off her own family?

Unwilling to delve any deeper into the issue, Zhu Wenyun picked up her pen again as if escaping, continuing the virtual yet real story, like Cinderella who had been enchanted and put on glass slippers.

"Actually, you can buy a lot of things for nine yuan and fifty cents."

[This was the first time I'd ever seen my deskmate with such a confident expression, but surprisingly, I actually felt reassured by what he said.]

Chapter Twenty-Eight: I'll give you everything!

"I'm going to Lin Mu's house for dinner after school today, so I won't be going home with you."

Before the third period in the afternoon, while checking eye exercises, Chen Junqian told Xu Youwei in advance that she didn't need to wait for him after school and they could go home together.

“I know, after all, I saw it that day too.”

Perhaps it was because of the interaction she witnessed between Lin Mu and his mother that day that reminded her of something, much like Caron in the story of "Heart," but Xu Youwei suddenly fell silent for a while before looking up at Chen Junqian:

Would you... like to come over to my house?

But before Chen Junqian could answer, she had already rejected the question herself, shaking her head in refusal:

"Forget it, let's not. Anyway, the places we go after school are no different from home... and there's nothing fun at home."

Faced with Xu Youwei like this, Chen Junqian pondered for a moment, then took the initiative to extend an invitation to her:

Would you like to come to my house to play?

"Anyway, you always take me to the door of my house after school. It's just a short walk upstairs."

Perhaps somewhat surprised that Chen Junqian would turn around and invite her instead, Xu Youwei was taken aback for a moment before turning her head away:

"Let's talk about it another time. Anyway, I've already been to your house, the one in the countryside."

"Yeah, so are you going back this weekend?"

"I probably won't be going back this weekend. My grandmother isn't feeling well and is still in the city hospital. There's no one at home there."

"Ok."

The more Chen Junqian interacted with Xu Youwei, the more he came to agree with Lin Mu's explanation of the Tiger Talisman. After all, the Xu Youwei he met at school and the Xu Youwei he met outside of school were indeed two very different personalities. He just didn't know what she was like at home.

Compared to Xu Youwei, who seemed a bit down, Lin Mu was in a much higher mood today. However, since it was Friday and the weekend was approaching, everyone was in a good mood, so it wasn't as obvious.

As soon as the school bell rang, while most students rushed out of the classroom with their pre-packed backpacks, Lin Mu was still pretending to move slowly until all the students except those on duty had left before he picked up his backpack and walked over to Chen Junqian.

"You didn't forget your homework today, did you?"

"No, that's definitely not the case. Let's go, let's go."

After being glared at by the other person for making that teasing remark, Chen Junqian slung his backpack over his shoulder and left the classroom with her. Before leaving, he didn't forget to put the chair on the table, since he would be on duty one day, and they should be considerate of each other.

Today, Lin Mu was picked up at the school gate by her father, who drove a BYD F6, which was different from Lin Mu's mother's Chery QQ. When he saw the two of them arrive, he took the initiative to unlock the car door and let them get into the back seat and sit down next to each other.

Compared to Lin Mu's mother, who was so enthusiastic that Chen Junqian was a little overwhelmed, Lin Mu's father seemed to have a more gentle and easygoing personality. He had a refined appearance and wore silver-rimmed glasses. Looking at him in the rearview mirror, it seemed that little Lin Mu looked more like his father.

"Hello, welcome to our home today. Although it's not our first time here, you've probably cooked in our kitchen more times than I have."

As soon as he got into the car, the other person greeted Chen Junqian in a half-joking, half-formal manner, to which Chen Junqian quickly and politely replied:

Hello, Uncle Lin.

However, it was clear that Lin Mu didn't want to listen to their polite social pleasantries. After taking off his backpack, he reached directly into his father's seat in the front and easily pulled out his phone from his pocket. Only then did he report to his father without consulting him first:

"It's Friday, Dad, can I borrow your phone for a little while?"

This is probably one of the unspoken rules in Lin Mu's family. Lin Mu's father just smiled and said, "Don't just play by yourself," before concentrating on driving. There were still quite a lot of people at the school gate at this time, so driving did require a lot of concentration.

"Of course I'll be playing with Qianqian."

After giving that retort, Lin Mu gestured for Chen Junqian to remove his backpack, which was getting in the way, and put it aside. Then, he leaned closer, shoulder to shoulder, and held up the phone he had taken from his father, his tone tinged with a hint of smugness.

"Hehe, my dad has lots of games on his phone."

Unlike the flip phones that Chen Junqian's parents were still using, Lin Mu's father was using a smartphone with some touchscreen functionality. However, because the technology was not fully developed at that time, touchscreen functions such as handwriting text messages required the stylus inserted into the outside of the phone to be used more conveniently.

The game Lin Mu opened first also required the use of a stylus, so she had taken it out beforehand.

"I'll take it one step at a time and then see who takes the fewest steps."

After a burst of upbeat loading music, a jigsaw puzzle game that Chen Junqian was quite familiar with appeared in front of him.

Facing the little dog on the screen, which had been dissected into eight pieces at the level of color blocks, Lin Mu had already started randomly scribbling with the stylus as if trying his luck, which could only be described as reminiscent of Chen Junqian's style when he first played with a Rubik's Cube.

However, having probably played it before, Lin Mu gradually got the hang of it after fiddling around for two minutes, or perhaps luck finally smiled upon him. He only managed to pass the level after an exaggerated one or two hundred steps, and then he even handed his phone and stylus to Chen Junqian with a bit of smugness, as if his nose was practically pointing to the sky.

Unlike Chen Junqian's gentlemanly silence during the game, Lin Mu was unlikely to remain quiet indefinitely, especially since there was no need for him to pretend to be well-behaved. Therefore, he quickly began tapping the screen with his fingertips.

"I think it should be rowed this way."

"I think people who only played a couple hundred steps in the first level should just stay silent and watch me play."

Although he said that, Chen Junqian still tacitly approved of the other party's actions, which made Lin Mu even more audacious. He leaned half of his upper body to the side, using one hand to hold onto the back of the seat in front of him for balance, while continuing to point and gesticulate with the other hand.

It can only be said that even with the opponent's actions almost doing more harm than good, Chen Junqian, whose mind was twice as sharp as in his previous life, still easily achieved a score many times better than Lin Mu's, successfully passing the level with far less time and fewer steps.

Perhaps realizing that he couldn't beat Chen Junqian even if he played the game a hundred times, Lin Mu decisively chose to give up and then opened another game, Panda Climbing Tree. Players control a panda climbing a tree to avoid approaching insects; it's a mini-game that tests hand speed and reaction ability.

"We each have one life, let's see who scores the most."

The traffic and crowds outside were still slowly moving, and the red light of the brake lights shone through the car windows, casting a faint warm glow on their faces.

Lin Mu's father seemed to have received a phone call from Lin Mu's mother. The two were discussing in hushed tones about their return time and dinner arrangements. Dao Lang's "The First Snow of 2002" was playing on the car radio, his voice hoarse and slightly indistinct. It was as if all of this was isolated in a distant place. In their world, there was only the cartoon panda climbing a tree on the screen and their soft breathing.

Suddenly, a sharp stop caused both of them to lurch forward. Chen Junqian instinctively reached out to steady Lin Mu, but the latter was still clutching his phone, as if he had found a good excuse to play dumb:

"This life doesn't count!"

"Fine, if it doesn't count, it doesn't count," Chen Junqian could only nod helplessly.

As the two children played on their phones back and forth the whole way, the car, which had finally broken through the evening rush hour after school, finally arrived at the entrance of the residential area. Because Lin Mu's father had to go to the underground parking lot first, the two children had to get out of the car with their schoolbags on their backs and walk up on their own.

A week later, when Chen Junqian visited Lin Mu's house again, a pair of indoor shoes that fit him perfectly had already been placed in the shoe cabinet in the entryway. Coupled with the greeting from Lin Mu's mother in the kitchen, Chen Junqian did have a surreal feeling of returning to his own home.

However, the fact that childhood sweethearts and their parents are very familiar with each other should be considered one of the basic settings.

"Hello Auntie."

"Okay, the food will take a while. Mumu, why don't you take Junqian to his room to play for a bit? Dinner's coming up soon, so don't sneak any snacks, okay?"

"Know it."

After meticulously giving his room a "complete makeover," Lin Mu felt confident and even a little impatient.

"Come on, let's go to my room."

Following Lin Mu into the room, Chen Junqian casually glanced around before hearing Lin Mu's slightly nervous question:

"how is it going?"

"Hmm...does it suit your style, Lin Mu?"

In fact, Chen Junqian has always felt that the younger the girl, the more thought she puts into things like room decoration. As she gets older, her standards become simpler and simpler, and in the end, all that's left is tidiness and cleanliness.

"My unique features?"

"It's just so cute, isn't it? The room is as cute as the person."

Apparently quite satisfied with Chen Junqian's answer, the room's owner, Lin Mu, also diligently brought him the only chair in the room. Then, she sat on the edge of the bed, her slippers tossed aside, her legs crossed, and her eyes crinkled into crescent moons with a smile.

"Right, right, I think so too."

Sitting in his chair and turning around, Chen Junqian naturally saw the height growth record ruler pasted on the back of the door.

Unfortunately, although Lin Mu really wanted to get rid of this thing from his room temporarily, at least during the time Chen Junqian was here, it turned out that this was easier said than done. Even if the ruler was moved, the crayon marks next to it were still there, making it seem like he was trying to hide something.

However, upon noticing that Chen Junqian had inevitably shifted his gaze, Lin Mu, whose inner screams were still inevitable, quickly jumped off the bed and, with a stiff smile, preemptively suggested:

"Does Qianqian want to be measured? I'll write it down for you."

"sure."

Chen Junqian, who hadn't measured his height since his rebirth, was a little curious. He nodded in agreement and walked over to the height chart with his back to it. Lin Mu, who had put on slippers again, stood up straight in front of him and tiptoed to touch Chen Junqian's head, as if she was pressing down the messy hair on his head that affected the accuracy of his height.

"Um... about 1.43 meters tall, a little bit taller than me."

Although Chen Junqian felt that Lin Mu was pressing down his hair on top of his head into bangs that would cover his eyes, it did not change the objective fact that he was indeed taller than the other party.

Faced with this situation, little Lin Mu could only sigh and pick up the crayon placed beside him. He first wrote Chen Junqian's name and today's date next to the line that he had never reached in his life, letting the other person's name cover the string of his own name below.

"good."

Chen Junqian wasn't particularly anxious about his current height. After all, he was 1.85 meters tall before his rebirth. Boys always develop faster than girls. He remembered that his height started to increase rapidly during the summer vacation of sixth grade and the first year of junior high school.

As for Lin Mu, Chen Junqian could only sincerely wish that she would succeed if she could break through 1.6 meters. The 1.65 meters written next to the height chart did seem like a sincere but unlikely wish to be realized.

Seemingly wanting to quickly move past the somewhat depressing topic of height, Lin Mu hurriedly took down the glass bottle she had deliberately placed there from the bookshelf and shook it noisily towards Chen Junqian:

"I folded all the little stars and origami cranes here one by one, one by one. How about that? Pretty amazing, right?"

"How long did it take to fold it? It feels like it took a long time."

"It took about a month in total. At first, I wanted to give my mother this as a birthday present. I heard that you can make a wish with a thousand origami cranes, but a thousand is just too much, so I changed it to little stars. In the end, I think I only folded a hundred."

"But it's okay, because my wish at the time was that my mother could be happy and joyful for the next thousand years. Even if it only has a tenth effect, it's still a hundred years."

"It seems fine?"

Chen Junqian couldn't help but chuckle at Lin Mu's words. He reached out and took the glass bottle from her, playing with it for a while, swaying it left and right as he looked at the colorful little stars and origami cranes huddled together inside. Just as he was about to hand it back, he noticed that Lin Mu had deliberately put his hands behind his back, just blinking his round, bright eyes like a cat, as if waiting for him to say something.

"Then... can I have this? I like it very much too."