I turned reality into a romantic comedy.

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."

"Ok!"

As if waiting for Chen Junqian's question, Lin Mu immediately nodded in agreement, her voice light and cheerful, the ending slightly rising, like a sweet, soft cotton candy. She took both hands out from behind her back and reached out to hold the glass bottle on either side, pushing it further into Chen Junqian's arms.

"I'll give them all to you!"

Seemingly realizing that her expressions and actions were a bit too deliberate, she quickly pursed her lips again, but a joyful smile still inevitably overflowed from her eyes, sparkling like stars in a glass bottle in her hand.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Master, Stop Reading

It must be said that Lin Mu's mother's cooking skills are quite good, especially considering how much effort she put in today.

As we all know, one can get a glimpse into the overall atmosphere of a family just by observing the atmosphere at the dinner table. After experiencing the atmosphere at Lin Mu's family dinner table firsthand, Chen Junqian could roughly understand how a girl with Lin Mu's personality was raised.

After dinner, the two were allowed to go to the study to play games on the computer for a while. Today they played "Double Arrow 2" together, controlling two fat cat angels with bows and arrows to fight their way through levels, collect coins and kill monsters. With the cute graphics and music, and the special animation mechanism that, although you don't lose health, there are still special little animations when you hit someone, the two of them had a great time.

In fact, Chen Junqian has always liked games that retain the mechanism of interaction with teammates in cooperative adventure mode. In addition to Double Arrow, he and Duan Xin used to often do things like knocking each other down and then stealing each other's weapons and mounts when they played Double Blade Warrior.

However, happy times always pass quickly. Around seven o'clock, when it was completely dark, Lin Mu's father gently knocked on the study door, indicating that it was time to take Chen Junqian home.

After waving goodbye to Lin Mu, who was somewhat reluctant to leave, Chen Junqian got into Lin Mu's father's car again, with Lin Mu's mother saying in the background, "Come visit us often in the future." He was even forced to take a gift box of pecan rice home to eat.

Holding the gift box of pecans, Chen Junqian sat in the back seat of the car. He suddenly realized that Lin Mu's family seemed to be in this business. Because he had systematically researched the Guoning pecan industry for a course assignment during his university years, he hesitated for a moment, then took the initiative to strike up a conversation with Lin Mu's father, who was driving in the front seat:

"Uncle, have you considered selling pecans online?"

"Online? You mean e-commerce platforms like Taobao?"

Although he felt a little surprised, Chen Junqian was his daughter's good friend, and he had a good impression of Chen Junqian, so Lin Mu's father showed considerable patience.

"Yes, Taobao will also be holding a Singles' Day event in two months this year, which should attract a large number of users. The market is definitely bigger than offline."

Although the popularity of Singles' Day has declined again at the latest point in time before its rebirth, it has remained a major shopping festival for almost ten years since the concept was first introduced in 2009, pushing e-commerce to its peak.

"You know all this, right?"

"However, we mainly focus on raw material supply and processing. The sales are managed by the company's sales department. Although some people have suggested doing e-commerce B2C, most managers still feel that e-commerce is virtual and not as reliable as offline physical stores."

"Does Uncle work for the Zhan family?"

"I wouldn't say I worked there, we just had a working relationship."

"Oh oh."

Although he wanted to say more, Chen Junqian knew he was only a fourth-grade student and that this matter couldn't be accomplished overnight, so he temporarily gave up. After all, planting a seed in the other person's heart today was already considered achieving his goal.

Having been a third-rate children's literature writer in his previous life, he certainly didn't have the ability to build a business empire from scratch. Moreover, it was already 2009, and most of the opportunities left for ordinary people had already disappeared. All he could do was follow the experiences of other successful people he had read about and try to get a share of the pie in this last moment.

Actually, Chen Junqian was quite satisfied with this, after all, he still had a system attached to him that was supposed to make him the male protagonist of a romantic comedy. If he were to focus solely on making money, it would feel like he was about to jump directly into the set of a domineering CEO novel.

Moreover, judging from the current situation, it seems that Lin Mu is the one who is more likely to play the role of a domineering CEO.

Although Chen Junqian couldn't even imagine the scene of the other person pinning him against the wall with their height and saying something like "You've successfully piqued my interest."

"Thank you, Uncle. Goodbye, Uncle."

He was escorted all the way to his building, where he politely thanked and said goodbye before jogging back home.

On Friday night, his dear mother, of course, wouldn't miss such a great opportunity to play mahjong. She probably left home after dinner, saying "we're short one player." But today, his father was there, leisurely sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV, looking quite relaxed.

The TV was showing "Lurking," which premiered last year but has been rebroadcast on various TV stations this year due to its popularity. However, perhaps because he had watched too many bizarre and variety shows in his previous life, Chen Junqian couldn't help but chuckle whenever he saw Sun Honglei's face.

After about an episode finished and commercials started, Chen Junqian got up and went to the kitchen to check the thermos in the corner. Finding that there wasn't enough hot water, he boiled a kettle of water and carefully poured it into the thermos, which had been uncorked.

Perhaps due to the influence of a public service advertisement that has been widely circulated, these days elementary school students may one day be assigned the task of washing their parents' feet. However, Chen Junqian himself had already had this experience long before this assignment was given. Rather, it is more accurate to say that in his family, he and his father had always soaked their feet in the same basin together, with each of them helping the other rub their feet.

After transferring most of the water from the kettle to the thermos, Chen Junqian poured the remaining water into the red foot bath basin. He added some cold water to make the temperature suitable and then carried it over. The father and son then soaked their feet, chatted, and watched TV.

Anyway, he also picked up a thermos along the way, so they could refill the water as it got cold, and they could stay soaking there as long as the basin was completely full.

"How was your time at your classmate's house? Was this your first time eating at someone's house?"

"Yes, it's good. Lin Mu's family is very nice."

"Her name is Lin Mu, right? Then let's invite this little girl to our house for a meal next time. She even brought back such a big box of walnuts. Take them back to your grandparents tomorrow."

"it is good."

In Chen Junqian's memory, the conversations between the father and son were always simple, direct, and efficient, and today was no exception.

To be honest, unlike Lin Mu's family, his family provided him with a relaxed family environment rather than actively, or rather passively. However, perhaps it was precisely because they knew this that his parents never made any derogatory remarks about his love of reading. This allowed Chen Junqian to be exposed to a large amount of children's literature during his childhood, shaping his current worldview that is incomprehensible to a certain system.

Just like in the TV series "Big Head Son and Little Head Dad," where the father and son play games head-to-head on the bed before going to sleep, their feet, which are soaking in water, will occasionally splash and rub against each other mischievously. Only after the water is about to overflow will they properly clean them with a towel.

Having already spent quite a while playing on the computer at Lin Mu's place today, Chen Junqian, who vowed to protect his eyesight and cherish his eyes for the rest of his life, gave up on playing on the computer at his own home for a while longer. After washing his feet, he went straight back to his small room. Just as he sat down at his desk, he heard the sound of a certain system in his mind waking up.

[Actually, I'm not fully awake yet. I just detected yet another female lead in a romantic comedy that's close enough to bring us closer. I'm just waking up a bit to make some data for you. Now I'm going back to sleep. Bye!]

After saying that, the other party disconnected again, but Chen Junqian didn't care anymore. His attention was focused on a familiar page that had reappeared in front of him.

Xu Youwei has an A rating for appearance, B rating for basic abilities, B rating for personality, B rating for action, C- rating for speech, and B rating for current romantic comedy.

Comparing the data he had written down in his notebook, which showed Lin Mu's grades of A, B+, C, C, and B, Chen Junqian could see that Xu Youwei was slightly weaker than Lin Mu in terms of basic abilities. However, Chen Junqian himself did not understand the specific scoring criteria of the system in this regard. After all, if you only look at the grades, the two are about the same. But if you look at physical fitness, he felt that Xu Youwei could hold off three Lin Mus by herself.

He wasn't surprised by her personality and adaptability, because compared to Lin Mu, who was normal in every way, Xu Youwei's personality and actions were obviously more unconventional. If the system's theory of romantic comedy being a theatrical performance on stage was applied, then an actress like her would indeed be more eye-catching. After all, the stranger the better, the more events would occur and the more dramatic it would be.

As for the final speaking adaptability grade of C, it can only be said that Xu Youwei is indeed quite normal in the art of speaking. After all, this child's thoughts are definitely expressed by hand before mouth. Chen Junqian has already experienced this firsthand on the way home from school this past week.

However, unlike the title of childhood sweetheart first candidate that Lin Mu had specifically mentioned before, he looked left and right but couldn't find any role direction that Xu Youwei had been specially marked by the system. He could only see a bunch of unclear words appearing and disappearing, as if it was still under observation and could not be determined for the time being.

Even among the few that Chen Junqian could see, all of them exhibited two completely contradictory attributes side by side.

Inside corner? Outside corner?

Hot on the outside, cold on the inside? Cold on the outside, hot on the inside?

A pure and innocent type? A mischievous type?

Tomboy? Highbrow beauty?

Possessiveness? Landmine-like?

Hey, what are those last two? They sound really scary.

However, Chen Junqian could understand the system's hesitation, which was like presenting a menu.

After all, a person's complexity cannot be fully summarized by just one or two attribute words. Lin Mu's childhood sweetheart is more like a role position recognized by the system than an attribute. In the end, if we really had to list attributes, Chen Junqian could easily add a bunch of extra words to little Lin Mu, such as 'idiot, coward, naive'.

Moreover, as time goes by, everyone's appearance and personality will definitely change. A tomboy with long hair can grow into long, straight black hair, and long, straight black hair can be cut into a refreshing short bob. There are countless variations.

"So it really is a useless and embarrassing system after all."

For now, Chen Junqian simply recorded Xu Youwei's various ratings from the system in the notebook. He sighed again, thinking that the system's behavior was completely hindsight. It always waited until he and the person had established a certain level of trust before jumping out to say that the other party was indeed adaptable to join the romantic comedy.

That's so useless.

If possible, Chen Junqian would prefer that the system have a pre-scanning function, allowing him to accurately pinpoint the ideal romantic comedy candidates within a certain distance, acting as a radar.

However, whether it was because his rather speechless rant reached the system and triggered its deliberate retaliation, or perhaps it was simply some kind of reminder, on Friday night before the weekend, Chen Junqian felt as if he was surrounded by countless nonsensical and divine statements in his dream:

"Because, a so-called younger sister is a creature that always hopes to become a romantic partner with her older brother."

"There are stars in the sky, flowers on the ground, and my brother and I."

"It was because I wanted to meet you before anyone else that we became siblings."

"Just being born as your sister is already the happiest thing in the world."

"It must be my brother's fault that I've never been able to fall in love in my life, so I have to take responsibility."

"Listen carefully, the older brother has the obligation to let his younger sister be willful, this has been written into the law for thousands of years."

"No matter what happens, I will always be my brother's sister, and that will never change."

………………

Even when Chen Junqian opened his eyes in the morning, he still felt that his mind was filled with a lot of inexplicable, sweet-sounding terms of endearment such as Onii-chan, Onii-sanma, Ani, and Nini.

"Get up, son, brush your teeth, wash your face, and have breakfast. We're going back to Grandma's today."

The mother called out from outside the door.

"coming."

Chen Junqian rubbed his temples, got out of bed, and with a fit of anger, yanked open the curtains, letting the sunlight stream in and fall on him.

As expected, you anime fans really know how to have fun.