I turned reality into a romantic comedy.

Although she temporarily skipped the final exams last semester due to the weather, it cannot be denied that her academic performance, or rather everything at school, has been troubling her, from the simplest exam scores to the physical education exam preparation, and even the accident she caused in the chemistry lab just last year.

Besides that, even the daily diary entries she writes every night are a bit difficult for Lin Mu to put down. She has no way of being able to extract passages from various literary works like Zhu Wenyun, or to casually tell a few historical anecdotes or corny jokes that only she and Chen Junqian understand like Chen Xi.

"If Mu Mu is referring to what happened tonight, then it can only be said that Mu Mu is very kind, and it has nothing to do with whether she is stupid or not. In the future, she just needs to be more vigilant towards strangers."

A year later, he was alone with Mu Mu again. This time, however, they couldn't enjoy making egg dumplings together as happily as they had last year. The topics they discussed were visibly more serious. So, as he spoke, Chen Junqian reached out and took her hand, turning his face to look directly into her eyes as much as possible.

"Mumu has always worked very hard in her studies, and her physical education grades are also improving. Have you forgotten that when she first entered middle school, she could barely keep up with the morning exercises? To me, Mumu is the best childhood sweetheart in the world."

Chen Junqian initially didn't want to use the term "childhood sweetheart," since in reality, childhood sweethearts don't verbally say "so-and-so is my childhood sweetheart." This is because the term has been given many other meanings beyond its original meaning over thousands of years, not only in writing but also in a sense of ambiguity.

But for Mu Mu right now, perhaps a straightforward explanation like this is exactly what she needs.

"Then, can I show Qianqian some of my diary in the future? Because I always feel that I don't write it well, and Qianqian is asking Yun's teacher... and a lot of the content is related to you."

Unaware that the other two girls had been discussing for so long about how to take the initiative, Lin Mu's voice grew softer and softer as she took her first step in addressing this question:

"So, I'm only showing it to you."

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Chapter 143: The Time Management Master (Part 2)

Several years ago, when the two of them traveled to Qinhuangdao together, Chen Junqian once told Lin Mu that one of the signs of growing up is gradually having your own little secrets that you don't want others to know. For Lin Mu herself, her diary is just like that. It is a little world that even her closest parents, family members and childhood sweethearts have never seen.

At this very moment, the entrance to this small world, at the behest of its master, has slightly opened a crack towards Chen Junqian, revealing a portion of its contents.

To be honest, Chen Junqian had been curious about Lin Mu's diary ever since he saw Xu Youwei's 'diary' last summer. Just like the saying goes, curiosity is the beginning of a person's downfall. It is only natural to have a curiosity and desire to explore the object of one's interest. However, it is also necessary to grasp the degree of curiosity. If it goes to the point of Zhu Wenyun, it will only make people feel particularly troublesome or even disgusted.

"If Mu Mu is willing, she can indeed share it with me, but I feel it's better for her to write her own diary entries. I can only offer suggestions at most. As for asking Yun's teacher about this... is this what she told you?"

"No, but everyone thinks so. Before she met you, Wen Yun was a girl who often couldn't even finish writing her essays for Chinese exams. Now she's going to become a famous writer."

"It doesn't really concern me that much, and Mu Mu's diary isn't like her novel that it's meant to be published and read by others, so we shouldn't worry too much about that, right?"

Upon hearing Chen Junqian's words, Lin Mu immediately sat up in bed again, poking his side with her foot in apparent displeasure. Then, she knelt down and leaned closer to look at her childhood sweetheart's face as he lay there, speaking earnestly:

"It's hard to say for sure about these things."

How can you say it's bad?

“Because Wenyun had contacted me before, asking if I could show her some of my diary entries. She wanted to use me as a model to create a female protagonist and a story, just like her first novel. I didn’t agree at the time, but she said I could come to her anytime in the future, so my diary entries could very well be published later.”

"...But I think what Wenjun really wants is the kind of unadorned, simple writing that Mumu used before, right?"

"I admit it's simple, but it's not that I haven't put much effort into it. I think about the content of my diary every day for a long time before I write it!"

It felt like she had touched a nerve with her childhood friend. Lin Mu rarely showed Chen Junqian such a complicated expression, a mix of grievance and annoyance. She even became more aggressive and reached out to ruffle Chen Junqian's bangs until they were a mess.

She truly put her heart and soul into her daily diary entries. Whenever a good sentence came to mind, she would immediately jot it down and write it in her evening diary. However, Lin Mu understood that Chen Junqian didn't mean it that way; he was simply describing her writing style. So she quickly calmed down, leaned down, rested her head on his chest, and whispered:

"Of course I know that the diary is written for myself, so I only said that to Qianqian because I'm not satisfied with the current diary. I can't explain it in detail... but that's it."

Well, it seems that not only in her diary, but also in conversations with people, Lin Mu has begun to clearly feel that awkward feeling of not being able to express herself properly, leaving her with a sense of being stuck between a rock and a hard place.

The past relationship had reached its end, or rather, its peak, but a new relationship and identity had not yet been truly established. Lin Mu could only once again bring up Chen Junqian's earlier statement, "Mu Mu is the best childhood sweetheart," and explain it to herself:

"Because Qianqian is also my best childhood friend, I can't refuse, understand?"

"Ok."

As it turns out, playing this "childhood sweethearts" card again after so many years still yielded outstanding results.

After receiving Chen Junqian's affirmative answer, Lin Mu, who was lying on his chest, smiled, rolled over on top of him, and then reached out to pull her childhood sweetheart off the bed.

"Now it's Qianqian's turn to help me, um! It's today's diary."

"Today's diary should be easy to write, since there are quite a few things to do and I have something to write about."

"It's precisely because there's something to write about that it's hard to write."

Lin Mu led Chen Junqian to the desk and sat him down again. After deliberately turning to a brand new blank page, just like Zhong Yu, who, despite not being able to solve the math problems, wrote every 'solution' exceptionally beautifully, Lin Mu filled in today's date first.

January 31, 2014...

Then, she continued dictating while twirling the pen:

"I came to Qianqian's house for the Chinese New Year. We watched a movie and had dinner together. Then we went out shopping in the evening and ran into a scammer who tried to steal my phone, but Qianqian solved the problem. Now we are writing this diary together."

"You see, it's actually very simple to say, but it takes a lot of effort to write it down. If Wenjun were to write it, it might be enough to make a novella of several chapters."

Although many young adult novelists, like Jiangnan, are adept at writing a diary in just a couple of sentences, Lin Mu is clearly not like that. For her, a diary is more like a record of daily life, so she naturally wants to be as detailed as possible, ideally to the point that many years later, when she sees these words, they can revive the last few fragments of memories in her mind.

"It's okay, Mu Mu, just write in your usual style. If you encounter any problems, just ask me. For example, the details of what happened tonight. After all, Mu Mu was also a bit confused at the time."

"Yes, that's why I asked Qianqian to come and help me."

Feeling as if she had suddenly become a reporter conducting an interview, Lin Mu, holding a diary and pen, turned to face Chen Junqian directly.

What was Qianqian thinking at that time?

"me?"

After a moment's thought, Chen Junqian briefly recounted his thoughts at the time, and then openly and frankly quoted a line from Xue Zhiqian's upcoming song "Extraterrestrial Object," which Xue Zhiqian, who has recently experienced a resurgence in popularity with songs like "Ugly Monster" and "Actor," was about to release:

"I think treasures should be cherished."

"Uh-huh."

Perhaps at this moment, Lin Mu, who was bowing her head to write down this sentence, finally realized part of the reason why she wanted Chen Junqian to participate in her diary writing.

She wrote in her diary to make herself happy, like suddenly finding a hundred yuan in the pocket of a coat she hadn't worn in a long time. She hoped that one day in the future she could look back with surprise and suddenly remember that such things had happened between them, after all, she was a girl with a bad memory.

But a diary is ultimately a vessel for one-way emotions. Just like in various romance novels or movies, the one who writes the diary is always the one who secretly loves the other. Even if Lin Mu is not fully aware of this at the moment, she has already begun to feel dissatisfied. This is the root cause of why she feels so stuck in this limbo.

She wanted more positive feedback in both directions, and she wanted to see in her diary not only her own writing of "Qianqian is the best," but also the other person saying things like "Mumu is the best."

It's really strange.

Even though this is something that has already been confirmed a hundred or a thousand times, it still needs to be confirmed ten thousand more times.

To confirm that he is still by my side, to confirm that he cares about me the most.

This simplest kind of joy is like that piece of fruit candy you once handed me when I was a child, but I've forgotten the exact flavor and brand... it's never enough.

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Early the next morning, Chen Junqian was once again woken up by his younger sister who rushed over from home at lightning speed.

The main reason was that he had stayed up late last night writing in his diary with Lin Mu, and his grandfather, who had gotten up in the middle of the night, had to urge him to get up. As a result, he overslept this morning and ended up sleeping in the same spot as Chen Xi.

"Actually, I've always felt that writing with the idea of ​​having your future self see it can easily turn into a flag-setting event."

Perhaps because she had been good friends with Gu Linguo for several years, Chen Xi was now able to use some anime and manga terms that she felt weren't too otaku-sounding.

Clearly, the other person had also learned from Chen Junqian's grandfather about him and Lin Mu writing in their diaries in their room last night. Gathering this kind of information was indeed easy for the younger sister. After saying this to herself, she sat down on the edge of the bed and continued speaking to Chen Junqian:

"Speaking of which, in 1967, the people of the former Soviet Union wrote a time capsule that would be opened fifty years later. One sentence that impressed me the most was this: 'Our era is very interesting. I suppose your era is also very interesting. We are still building communism. You should already be living in communism.'"

"...I thought you were only interested in Soviet jokes. I didn't write any time capsule that can only be opened after fifty years, don't worry."

"Tch, anyway, my brother should understand what I mean."

Chen Xi was quite familiar with the bed where Chen Junqian was sitting, the same bed she had slept in the previous morning. As she spoke, she casually kicked off her shoes and sat directly on Chen Junqian's bed, as if she wanted to say something to him.

Before she could even speak, the door was pushed open from the outside in with a bang. Standing there, rubbing her sleepy eyes, was Lin Mu, who had just woken up and was about to fulfill her long-lost duty as a childhood sweetheart by waking Chen Junqian up.

"Qianqian, get up... Ah, Xiaoxi is here too, hmm?"

Although she had taken care of Chen Junqian for a month in the second half of last year due to the accident in the chemistry lab and had met Chen Xi, who also woke up her brother, during that time, Lin Mu was obviously seeing the two siblings in such an intimate manner for the first time. After all, she, who had been his childhood sweetheart for several years, had never experienced being woken up and then being woken up herself. So when she saw the two of them in their current position, she subconsciously opened her eyes wide, and the little bit of sleepiness that was left behind also disappeared in an instant.

"Yeah, I came to wake my brother up, what's wrong?"

However, Chen Xi didn't care about being caught. After all, she had done things like begging her parents to sleep in the same bed with her brother like a child. In fact, if it were Xu Youwei instead of Lin Mu who witnessed this scene, she would be even more smug.

"It's nothing, I just feel like these days, waking people up means they have to get them into bed already?"

Shaking his slightly drowsy head, Lin Mu also walked over, glanced at Chen Junqian who was still on the bed and seemed to have just woken up, and reached out to touch his forehead:

"How did Qianqian sleep last night?"

"I should be asking you that, since this is my house. How did you sleep?"

"Mmm, it's fine. I'm not really a light sleeper, hehe."

It seemed that she had temporarily put an end to a matter last night. Although she was still a little bothered by the strange way Chen Junqian and Chen Xi woke up, she pretended not to notice and followed suit. After taking off her shoes, she sat on Chen Junqian's quilt with Chen Xi, pressing him down on either side of him.

What are the plans for today?

"Arrangements...would it count as arrangements to ask the Yun family?"

"Oh, is Qianqian going to ask Yun?"

"That's what they say, but it might not be today. Let's see. If you two have any plans, I can join you."

Feeling the weight of the two girls under the covers, Chen Junqian reached out with some difficulty to pick up his phone from the bedside table next to him, intending to check if there were any new messages.

Then, he saw this message from Zhu Wenyun in the chat window:

"Could you come over today? Nianqiu and I will come to pick you up."

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Chapter 144: But there's only one good thing (Part 2)

Without a doubt, for children, the Lunar New Year is the happiest festival of the year. Chen Junqian was no exception. He could recite the nursery rhyme "After the Laba Festival, it's almost New Year" when he was very young.

However, unlike the commonly circulated version that ends with "making dough on the 28th, steaming buns on the 29th, and staying up all night on the 30th," they also have specific instructions on what to do each day of the first month after the twelfth lunar month. Although there are many customs such as "making tofu on the 25th, cooking pork on the 26th, and killing the New Year's chicken on the 27th" that are simply made up to make the numbers sound good, there are also some that are genuinely observed.

For example, "paying New Year's visits on the first day of the Lunar New Year, welcoming the God of Wealth on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and celebrating the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year." Among these, the custom corresponding to today's second day of the Lunar New Year is "returning to one's maternal home."

That's why, as Chen Junqian was carrying New Year's gifts and driving to Zhu Wenyun's hometown in the mountains today, his mood was also a bit complicated. After all, he went to Lin Mu's place last year on the first day of the Lunar New Year instead of the second, which made him wonder if Zhu Wenyun did it on purpose or was instigated by Shen Nianqiu.

Oh no, could it be that he actually resonated with these two female protagonists with double D personality adaptability in aspects he didn't want to know at all? Although Chen Junqian did feel that the two of them had certain similarities in personality and experience, he didn't really want them to communicate with other patients... It would be better to go and see for himself.

Fortunately, Lin Mu and Chen Xi were at his house at the time, and they were generally the easiest to talk to, especially the younger sister. After unlocking various ratings related to her for so long, Chen Junqian gradually understood why the younger sister could get a relatively high rating in the system. In a sense, she was the kind of person who would not stop the male protagonist from doing anything, but would only complain a little from her own perspective afterward, and then continue to let the male protagonist do other things.

Thinking this, Chen Junqian felt the car beneath him gradually slow down. Thanks to the well-developed infrastructure in their area, the mountain roads connecting the city and the rural villages were quite reliable. Even in bad weather, the road conditions were still good, allowing him to arrive safely and smoothly at Zhu Wenyun's hometown.

Because the time had been agreed upon in advance, Zhu Wenyun and Shen Nianqiu were already standing at the entrance to the village when Chen Junqian arrived. There were hardly any people around, and even cars rarely passed by. So as soon as his car stopped, the two of them had already walked over and stood by the car door with smiles on their faces, almost reaching out to open the car door for Chen Junqian and say, "Young Master, please get out of the car."

"So formal, huh... It feels even colder in these mountains than in my village."

Carrying the chosen gifts, Chen Junqian opened the car door and stepped out. He was first startled by the cold wind blowing in his face, and subconsciously pulled up the scarf that Zhu Wenyun had knitted for him around his neck. Then he went over and tightened the collar of Zhu Wenyun, who was also wearing a scarf. Finally, he pressed his hands, which were warmed by the car's heater, to Shen Nianqiu's cheeks, one on each side.

"How long have you been waiting? Let's go back inside, it's too cold outside."