I turned reality into a romantic comedy.

When asked by Chen Junqian, Zhu Wenyun shook her head. After all, another aspect of the Internet age is that it is easy to see comments online that you don't want to see. She has never been someone who listens to everyone's opinions. The letters from readers that are sent to her home are the result of careful selection by the editors.

"Actually, it's nothing much. It's mostly praise and anticipation. Didn't the first chapter of the preview version, which was serialized in the magazine, get very good reviews? And many people said they would go to the event to support it tomorrow."

"This is information you subconsciously filtered out before giving it to me... but it does make me feel more relaxed after hearing it."

As if she were to put this into practice, Zhu Wenyun lay down on Chen Junqian's lap as she said this. Her half-dry hair, carrying moisture and coolness, quickly reached him. However, even so, she did not intend to get up to dry her hair. Instead, she lay there with her head raised, looking at him with a somewhat pleading gaze.

"Get up, I'll blow it for you."

"Oh."

Picking up the hairdryer he'd brought, Chen Junqian, after half a year, once again began to deal with Zhu Wenyun's long hair. But he'd barely started when he heard her suddenly ask:

When you first started blow-drying other people's hair, did you ever accidentally burn someone because you didn't control the distance properly?

"Yes, that's how it is the first time. But it only happens the first time. I remember Mu Mu comforted me by saying that she also burned herself the first time, and that she would get better and better at it, just like now."

"It really is Lin Mu. It seems I was right."

"You actually even thought about this kind of thing?"

"Sometimes I have this thought: I feel like there are many things that you are definitely doing with her for the first time."

"...It's quite meaningless for you to say that at this point in time."

"It's quite clear—isn't it?"

The girl, who had just taken a shower, tilted her head slightly back. Her lips seemed even warmer and softer than they had been an hour ago. Coupled with her deliberately drawn-out reply, it seemed to have something in mind.

"Of course, I would never say that to Lin Mu's face. Youwei probably thinks the same way. Although I'm not as close to Lin Mu as she is, we are definitely good friends. Besides... there's really no need. Junqian should know what I'm talking about."

"I do not know."

"Play dumb—"

After subconsciously scolding her like that, Zhu Wenyun calmed down for the time being, letting Chen Junqian skillfully tidy up her long hair.

Although she always refers to herself as the other person's childhood sweetheart, and has even referred to herself as such several times today, Zhu Wenyun is actually very clear that the one who should receive this title the most, or rather, the one who best fits the definition of this relationship, is Lin Mu. In any respect, it can even be said that among the trio in Guoning, the value of this title is not even as high as that of Xu Youwei.

Not only is there a lack of connection between the two families, but also a significant amount of memories are missing. After all, no childhood sweethearts can only chat for twenty minutes during breaks in elementary school, and they weren't even in the same middle school or lived very close to each other.

She has written countless short stories about childhood sweethearts.

So it's clear that one of the classic elements is that the childhood sweetheart, accustomed to the old way of getting along, has never realized her true feelings for him. Only after a perfectly timed new character appears and breaks the childish atmosphere will she truly start to think about their relationship and make corresponding changes, beginning her own battle to protect their love, and then using the other person as a stepping stone to achieve her awakening.

...Zhu Wenyun would never be a stepping stone for someone.

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Although I've heard that organizers sometimes hire street performers or shills to boost the crowd and attract passersby in order to avoid an embarrassingly deserted autograph session, since everyone has a natural tendency to enjoy a spectacle, a little guidance can easily gather a crowd.

However, it seems that Zhu Wenyun's book signing event on the second day did not need to use these extra tricks. Or perhaps the persona of a middle school idol-type beautiful girl writer is popular everywhere. In the end, whether it is the two-dimensional or three-dimensional world, appearance is a very important reference standard. Otherwise, there would be no saying that values ​​follow facial features.

Of course, Chen Junqian wouldn't hastily assume that the long queue in front of him was just there for the gimmick, because that would negate Zhu Wenyun's entire ability as a writer. No matter how many prefixes are added, such as "middle school student," "idol," or "beautiful girl," they only modify the final identity of "writer." Moreover, judging from the comments of the first few readers, the vast majority were indeed Zhu Wenyun's "long-time fans."

Oh, it should be called 'Yun Duo'. The main reason is that fans these days tend to give themselves a nickname, and in that respect, Chen Junqian feels he should be the first one.

Since the main audience of "Fireworks" is women, and women are often more enthusiastic about attending offline book signings, more than 90% of the readers are female. When Zhu Wenyun is signing her book, they will also chat with her for a bit.

"Yes, I liked it almost from the time the teacher started serializing the first novel. I was in my third year of junior high school at that time, and it really helped me relieve a lot of stress."

"I was really looking forward to this book after reading the first chapter of the preview. I originally planned to buy it as soon as it was released, and then I saw that the author was having an offline book signing in Changsha, so I came here."

"Yes, yes, the teacher is even more beautiful than I imagined. This is a small gift for you. I hope you like it. Changsha is a beautiful city. Please come again soon!"

"I couldn't wait while waiting in line, so I opened it and read it first. My favorite sentence so far is this: [She knew that her essential action when getting up every morning was not determination but hesitation, because in the moment of hesitation, she would have the illusion that she also had a certain degree of choice in her life.] It's so well written, teacher, sob sob."

Although most readers were quite friendly and enthusiastic, as described above, Zhu Wenyun seemed to be a little unskilled at handling this situation. If Chen Junqian hadn't been sitting not far away from her, pretending to be a staff member, she would have almost wanted to run away. So she could only try to keep her expression straight, nod and smile, and then become an autograph robot.

The morning session ended quickly, and by lunchtime, Zhu Wenjun felt she could barely hold her chopsticks anymore, constantly rubbing her wrists.

"It's more tiring than I imagined."

"There were indeed quite a lot of people. I think you'll get used to it. At least when asking Yun, you only need to get her autograph. If it were a comic artist's autograph session, they would have to draw a chibi version or an emoji according to the fans' requests, which would be more mentally taxing."

Just as he finished offering that comforting remark, Chen Junqian saw the other person raise their eyes and give him a slightly disgruntled snort, almost failing to keep up with the other person's train of thought:

"Hasn't someone else been asked by many people if they can get an autograph?"

"After all, Chen is quite well-known, and CCTV's second season of 'Chinese Character Dictation Competition' has started promoting itself these past two days, and there are many scenes featuring Chen."

The editor eating next to him made a teasing remark, then turned to Chen Junqian and said:

"Actually, many people in the editorial department have asked me if we should invite you to be a book model."

"Book model?"

"Yes, you probably only read our main magazine, Fireworks, at most. Actually, for the covers of many of our sub-magazines and single volumes, we hire book models, for example, to take photos with the authors."

Before Chen Junqian could answer, Zhu Wenyun abruptly put down her chopsticks after hearing Lulu's words.

"Why didn't Sister Lulu tell me about something this important sooner?"

She was initially quite satisfied with the cover art the editorial department had commissioned to create for her new book, but upon hearing that such a thing actually happened, she instantly felt like she had missed out on millions of dollars, and her tone became somewhat urgent.

"After all, this is your first full-length novel, so it's best to play it safe. But don't worry, if this book is well received, we can release a deluxe edition later."

"That's alright."

Without a hint of complaining about how greedy capitalists are, Zhu Wenyun picked up her chopsticks again with peace of mind and continued listening to the editor explain the current sales situation to her.

"The specific figures haven't come out yet, after all, it's only been half a day, but the trend is very good, and considering that this is only Wen Yun's first book, it's already very good. After the first batch of readers finish reading and post comments, it should drive another batch of sales."

"Uh-huh."

Zhu Wenyun listened and nodded, then saw Chen Junqian next to her pick up his phone, seemingly sending a message to someone. She quickly and forcefully turned her head back, almost forcing herself to do so. The movement was so large that it startled the editor next to her.

"What's wrong? Did you wake up with a stiff neck?"

"It's okay."

Zhu Wenyun lowered her eyes and continued eating. Although a year had passed, the lesson she learned was so painful that it still haunted her nightmares. So, after that, she dared not show any of the thoughts or tendencies that might make the other person feel that she wanted to pry into his private space and personal privacy.

Unaware that the literary-minded girl next to him had just reacted by violently shaking her head, Chen Junqian was simply replying to a message his younger sister had suddenly sent:

When will you be back?

【The day after tomorrow or the day after that, what's wrong?】

Lin Guo is going to have to wear weird clothes, put on weird makeup, say weird things, and have you take pictures of her.

P.S.: Thank you for reading and subscribing.

There really is such a thing as a book model; I didn't make this up.

Chapter 155: Judging A's Mind by Personality Adaptability D (Part 2)

Whether it was because he was indeed too close to Chen Xi, or because he had other intentions, Chen Junqian always felt that most of his communication and exchanges with Gu Linguo were actually conducted through his sister. The three of them were probably together more often than he was with Lin Mu and Xu Youwei. So, having gotten used to this way of getting along, he casually replied with an "okay" and then said that he was eating, thus ending the chat cleanly and decisively.

As time goes by and for other reasons, Chen Junqian is indeed considering using Gu Lingguo, a junior he has been nurturing for several years... or rather, a backup energy source, to begin his grand achievement-building endeavor, preparing to help the romantic comedy system in his mind to strike a blow against the world's will.

After all, in Chen Junqian's eyes, the family conflict between Zhu Wenyun and Shen Nianqiu was destined to explode completely this year or next year. Pushing forward the rewriting of the system at this time might yield unexpected results, and it would also allow him to see firsthand what level the system's milestone rewards in this area could reach, so as to change his future course of action at any time.

If possible, he really didn't want to face any female protagonist who had completely severed ties with all social attributes and saw him as the last anchor point connecting her to the world. Even if they couldn't act in a so-called romantic comedy, such girls were 'abnormal' even within the normal social understanding. So, facing the two people most likely to fall in this direction, Chen Junqian still felt that the more insurance the better.

Thinking this, Chen Junqian put down his phone and looked at Zhu Wenyun next to him again. However, when Zhu Wenyun saw him looking at him, she quickly shook her head and denied it.

"I didn't see you chatting with anyone just now."

"...That makes it even more suspicious. Actually, it's nothing. My sister asked me when I'm going back."

Not wanting to delve further into this topic that had once caused an argument between the two, Chen Junqian checked the afternoon's arrangements with the editor next to him again. Apart from a group photo at the end, everything else remained the same. Tomorrow, they would do it again at a different venue. Hearing this, Zhu Wenyun felt her wrist begin to ache again.

"But once everything is settled with the new book, Wenyun can take a break for a while, give herself a good vacation and recharge. At least there's definitely nothing going on this summer. Besides, you're going into your final year of junior high soon, so you should take your studies seriously."

While Han Han's failing grades and repeating a year in high school could spark a major debate about domestic education more than a decade ago, the editorial department certainly wouldn't be trying to steer Zhu Wenyun in that direction now. Rather, the image they've been preparing for Zhu Wenyun has always leaned towards that of a top student and a talented woman. Therefore, they've been quite generous in saying that if she's busy with her studies next year, she can take a break from work.

Zhu Wenyun herself thought so too. After all, she had been looking forward to the high school entrance exam since she started junior high school two years ago, hoping to be admitted to the special admission class of Guoning High School and become classmates with Chen Junqian for the first time in her life. She would not slack off in her studies, since the person next to her had already stepped into the special admission class.

After lunch, they had about an hour for a nap, which was definitely not enough for the two of them to go back to the hotel. So they simply lay down on the sofa in the lounge for a while. However, Zhu Wenjun seemed more tired than sleepy. She lay there for a long time without any sign of falling asleep. So she simply turned over on the sofa and started chatting with Chen Junqian, who was flipping through a new book next to her.

"I felt that the fans who came to see me this morning were quite friendly. Did I seem a bit cold? I barely replied to them, just kept saying 'uh-huh' to them."

“It’s okay. I asked the editor, and she said that your current persona is very aloof. Wasn’t Wen Yun like that when she appeared on the Chinese Character Dictation Competition last year? Rather, if you could suddenly start chatting and laughing with strangers, I would think that you were possessed by something.”

"Aloof...?"

"Yeah, tall and aloof."

If you weren't a loyal fan of Zhu Wenyun and couldn't deduce her real age from past clues and related reports, but only looked at her appearance, Zhu Wenyun really does look like a high school student. So much so that many readers who are probably around her age or even a year or two older than her have already started calling her "Sister Wenyun" all the time.

"So they really don't understand me."

Feeling a little depressed, Zhu Wenyun buried her head back into the soft pillow. She never imagined that she would be given such a title one day. In a daze, she suddenly felt a sense of unreality, as if she had just yesterday been curled up on the back of her grandmother's tricycle, trying to bury her head in a book and not have any interaction with the world. Today, she was suddenly surrounded by the kindness and recognition of many people.

"It's too much to expect strangers who have only read your articles, or even those who haven't read your articles, to understand you."

"That's why it has to be childhood sweethearts, or rather, childhood sweethearts. I really can't imagine those love-at-first-sight romances where the other person knows nothing about you, right?"

"I feel like I've heard you describe this so many times before. Yes, yes, yes, Wen Yun, the master of the childhood sweethearts realm, if you don't want to doze off in the afternoon, please take a good nap."

In the air-conditioned lounge, Chen Junqian was a little worried that Zhu Wenyun would catch a cold, so he found a thin blanket from the side and draped it over her stomach. Then he reached out and rubbed her slightly uncomfortable right wrist, but instead, she pulled him closer.

"So, a nap is necessary too?"

"need."

Zhu Wenyun muttered to herself, then leaned her face closer.

Those who don't know her might think she's aloof, when in fact her heart is both sensitive and humble, yet also passionate and eager to melt on the spot.

...I still didn't hear his ringtone saying, "I pray to have a transparent heart."

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The girlfriend of the girl in Guoning was naturally unaware that she had been longing for the literary girl for a long time, but what she was doing now was indeed related to her.

"The book 'My Dear Forever Dear'... I found it, Mu Mu, it's here. I'll get you a copy."

"Okay, thank you, Weiwei. Wait a minute, I need to buy some supplementary teaching materials, including a book called 'Classroom Inside and Outside: Innovative Writing,' which contains templates for perfect scores on middle school entrance exam essays."

"Oh, then I'll wait for you at the front desk."

Holding Zhu Wenyun's new book, which was displayed in the new section near the entrance, Xu Youwei walked to the checkout counter first. A little while later, Mu Mu, who was carrying what looked like seven or eight supplementary teaching materials and test questions, also came over. After the two of them paid together, they slowly walked out of the bookstore.

"You bought way too many study materials, they're so heavy—"

When Xu Youwei usually goes out with Lin Mu, she is always the one who carries the things. Today was no exception. After a little while, she subconsciously sighed.