I turned reality into a romantic comedy.

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Chapter 8: Don't refuse, but be proactive and responsible (two-in-one)

What does "pretend" mean?

"Pretending means pretending. Because at our age, even if we try our best to show adults that we are really in love, it will naturally be considered as children playing house. They'll use an older tone to tell you things like 'You'll understand later,' 'You're still young and don't understand many things,' 'Your mom and dad were your age too.' Or do you think we're old enough to have an adult-like relationship?"

At this point, Zhu Wenyun also showed a thoughtful expression:

"If we only discuss the development and maturation of secondary sexual characteristics and sex organs..."

"Wait—how did the topic suddenly veer off to this?"

Knowing full well that if he didn't stop them in time, the other party would naturally say some outrageous things, Chen Junqian helplessly called for a halt. He could only say that when the mysterious achievement [0721] suddenly appeared, the only person he suspected besides Shen Nianqiu was Zhu Wenjun, and the reason was this: after all, the other party had never been stingy or ashamed to discuss such things with him.

"I'm just stating an objective fact, and there's nothing shameful about it. Although we're both teenagers, Junqian is probably the most rational type. But then again, as we get older, the situation of sleeping in the same bed with a girl will naturally change. Junqian should know this better than I do. Didn't you stay overnight at Youwei's house last month for her birthday?"

Even though she had already said all that, Zhu Wenyun still didn't bring up the fact that the two of them were dating. After all, as long as this wasn't made clear, she could continue to play dumb. Pretending to be a couple with her best friend was one thing, but not knowing in advance whether the other person had a girlfriend was another.

Just like Chen Junqian's name.

A virtuous person can be deceived by reason.

In hindsight, with just a little review, Zhu Wenyun could clearly determine the cause and effect of the two people's relationship, and most importantly, who confessed first.

To be honest, in their Guoning childhood sweethearts alliance, if anyone confessed first, they would most likely get the same result. So it's just that Xu Youwei beat them to it.

"Let me show you a scene from my new book."

For some inexplicable reason, Zhu Wenyun suddenly handed over two pages of manuscript paper from her bag. Chen Junqian took them and saw that they were actually just two short dialogues.

"I don't really understand why you have to be in a romantic relationship with me. In fact, even if we become boyfriend and girlfriend, it'll just be eating and chatting together, and idly strolling around and playing together every day, just like we are now. In other people's eyes, we might already be dating."

"But even if it's the same thing, doing it with your childhood sweetheart and doing it with your boyfriend are completely different feelings. If that's really what you think, then just agree. You don't need to make any changes afterwards. Just continue to eat, chat, and hang out with me as before, and I'll become happy on my own."

Therefore, the attribute of being a "literary girl" can be very useful at times. You can express what you can't say in words indirectly through writing, and Zhu Wenyun is one of the best examples of this.

"...So that's what you think, I understand."

Although he said it like that, Chen Junqian, who had genuinely been in a relationship with Xu Youwei for a period of time, knew very well that it was still a lie. Perhaps Zhu Wenyun was indeed thinking that way at this time, but as time went by, what was originally satisfying would turn into dissatisfaction, just like the twenty minutes of recess that the other person had to enjoy all of them back in elementary school.

In fact, Yoyo is a prime example. At first, she only wanted a verbal declaration, and she struggled for a long time with the term "husband." But after six months, it evolved into wanting kisses and caresses. And after another six months, she became another girl who hid in the bathtub and whose swimsuit was accidentally washed off.

What will Wenyun become after that?

To be honest, because the girl in front of him had already prepared all the steps, Chen Junqian did not feel too much psychological burden, or rather, he had made preparations for this long ago.

If the three rules of a scumbag are not to take initiative, not to take responsibility, and not to refuse, then in Chen Junqian's eyes, the scumbag aspect of not refusing is based on the first two. He is neither proactive nor responsible, so it is only when he does not refuse that people will think he is a scumbag.

The male protagonist of his imagined romantic comedy should be the opposite of that.

"Okay, let's give it a try then."

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If this were a romance novel, there should be a dash after this sentence, but the best romance novelist in the entire country was sitting right in front of Chen Junqian, so she refused such a transition and scene change, stubbornly continuing to tell the story of the two of them in this house. After receiving this answer, she stood up directly.

A girlfriend in a secret relationship is still a girlfriend, and a girlfriend you're pretending to be is also a girlfriend.

Even Gu Lingguo, who happily played the role-playing game "Nisekoi" with Chen Junqian all summer, probably never imagined that a similar story would appear in reality, except that she was not the female lead.

Without any hesitation, Zhu Wenyun raised her head slightly and accurately found the other person's lips.

It wasn't a test or an inquiry, but rather a long-suppressed, unfulfilled desire that pried open his teeth.

However, this scene was fleeting, because Chen Junqian, who had reacted in the next second, directly regained control in an unreasonable manner, and the offensive and defensive positions were switched in an instant.

Zhu Wenyun's hands instinctively pressed against his chest. She had initially wanted to subconsciously try to resist and struggle, but it quickly turned into a futile clinging. She felt like a fish out of water, thrown back into the scalding deep sea.

Chen Junqian placed one hand under the back of her head, forcing her to tilt her head back to bear everything he did, while his other hand slid down her back, circling intimately around her waist through her thin summer shirt in a rather familiar manner.

The literary girl's mind went blank. All her vocabulary, rhetoric, plot outlines, and storylines collapsed at that moment. She could only feel a certain shiver and tremor as the other person's tongue swept across her palate.

The air seemed to thin out. This kiss was even more passionate than the one they had promised to share in the hotel. So much so that tears welled up in Zhu Wenyun's eyes. Her vision blurred, and she could only see the dim yellow light on the ceiling swaying, or perhaps she herself was swaying.

I don't know how much time passed; it might have been a century, or it might have been just a few minutes.

Chen Junqian finally stepped back a little, but did not leave. Instead, he pressed his forehead against hers and his nose against hers. Their rapid breaths mingled together, warming and fermenting in the small space.

He naturally treats each girl differently. Facing a girl with an A rating for action adaptability but a D rating for personality adaptability, Chen Junqian, who knows Zhu Wenyun's character very well, knows that as long as he gives in a little, she will immediately start to take advantage. However, last year he used the method of scolding her to wake her up, but this year he has turned into waking her up with a kiss.

But the results look pretty much the same.

"There's a second batch of books to move, ask Yun."

"Of course, if you really feel too weak, you can sit here and wait for me."

"...I'll be here waiting for you to come back."

Even without looking in the mirror on the sink, Zhu Wenyun could probably sense what she looked like. But she had no intention of quickly covering herself up or returning to normal. Instead, she wanted to continue immersing herself in the afterglow of what had just happened. Only after Chen Junqian closed the door and went downstairs did she belatedly sit there and slowly relax her tense legs.

To be honest, I might feel a little bad for Shen Nianqiu.

In fact, when helping her write that new memoir-like autobiographical book, Zhu Wenyun also retained some of her own selfish motives and did not turn all the inspiration that arose at that time into sentences and write them into the book.

After all, the two women share many similarities in terms of family background, personality, and emotions, so there are some sentences they want to keep to themselves.

I hate how I overthink things and am so indifferent. Maybe I'm a bad person, but I'll feel better if you just kiss me.

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"Cough cough...cough cough, my throat, phew."

Seeing his childhood sweetheart's breathing rhythm completely out of control and her steps growing heavier, Chen Junqian had no choice but to temporarily stop teaching her the technique of breathing through her nose instead of her mouth. He stopped his steady pace, turned around, and steadily supported Lin Mu's back with one hand while gently supporting her elbow with the other, thus stabilizing her swaying body.

"Don't stop, Mu Mu. You can't squat down right after running. Just walk a few more steps slowly like this."

All I can say is that Chen Junqian always felt that the [Time Management Master] achievement, which he had just triggered not long ago, should stay with him forever. After all, he was really busy 24 hours a day. He had just helped Zhu Wenyun move during the day, and at night he had to exercise with Mu Mu, who was preparing for the physical education entrance exam.

Slowing down to accommodate Lin Mu's almost shuffling pace, Chen Junqian led her forward slowly, adjusting his breathing.

"Inhale—exhale—good, Mumu's score has improved by two seconds this time compared to last time."

"...But Vivi ran ahead of everyone else."

"You don't need to compare yourself to Youyou. Just make sure you pass the minimum requirement."

Despite Lin Mu's words, Chen Junqian was well aware of why his childhood friend had called him and Xu Youwei out to exercise that night. He simply wanted Xu Youwei, who had failed her exam (and even failed to beat Mu Mu), to relax. After all, in physical education, even two Mu Mus combined couldn't beat Xu Youwei.

However, Xu Youwei clearly didn't have any intention of showing off in front of her best friend. She seemed to simply want to get some fresh air by running. So much so that when she finished a sprint and stood with her hands on her hips in the shadow of the streetlights and looked back at this scene, she didn't think anything of it. Anyway, it's fine if the two of them are a little intimate. That's how it's always been before.

Here, water.

They stopped by a nearby shop and bought three bottles of mineral water. Xu Youwei thoughtfully loosened the caps before handing one to each of them, and then sat down on a bench by the roadside to rest.

"We've finished the long-distance running practice today. Next up is jump rope and volleyball practice. Actually, I've always thought that Youyou is quite suitable for sit-ups. She doesn't need to practice at all; her usual scores are already perfect."

"Since you both signed up for these two, we can practice together."

The physical education entrance exam in Guoning consists of a mandatory long-distance run and two elective events. All three of them chose the exact same events: rope skipping and volleyball passing. In fact, Chen Junqian could have chosen more difficult events such as soccer dribbling, swimming, or push-ups, but he mainly wanted to be with Mumu. Xu Youwei had the same idea.

Lin Mu's poor physical fitness is all-encompassing, and skipping rope is a big challenge for her. So every time she sees Chen Junqian or Xu Youwei skipping rope with their feet moving as if they were walking, she would look on with envy and want to imitate them. But she would trip over her feet after less than ten jumps and would eventually have to go back to the most primitive and rustic way of skipping with both feet together.

Theoretically speaking, skipping rope is a sport that's often the subject of fan service in romantic comedies. However, looking at his childhood sweetheart clumsily and diligently skipping rope, and her chest remaining completely calm even at the end of summer, Chen Junqian's only feeling was pure concern.

Sure enough, the rope missed its mark again and got tangled around her ankle. Her little childhood sweetheart lost her balance and stumbled forward, only to be caught and pulled back by Chen Junqian, who was quite used to it. He then walked to Lin Mu's side, squatted down, and untangled her jump rope. He carefully checked her shoelaces and patiently tied them into a tight bow for her.

"I feel like Mumu tends to look at her feet or close her eyes too easily when she's jumping rope. Why don't you try having her look at me and Youyou while she jumps?"

"Oh, I'll give it a try."

After making some adjustments, he could indeed feel some progress, but Lin Mu quickly started muttering to himself again:

"But Qianqian can't be with me like this on the day of the physical test."

"So Mumu has to get used to it herself, or she can simply focus more on her academic studies and try to pull back her score in the physical fitness test."

"But it's your own body, and it's better to be healthy and strong, like Weiwei."

Looking at Xu Youwei, who could easily score over 80 points next to him, Lin Mu looked down at his own toes and inexplicably recalled the contents of a biology book that no longer existed.

"I think Mumu should practice volleyball passing more now. It's the simplest and probably the sport Mumu is most likely to get a perfect score on. Let's work on that first, and then focus on training her long-distance running and rope skipping."

After finishing a set of rope skipping, Xu Youwei casually put the rope aside, drank some water, and offered this suggestion.

Is it...simple?

"Hmm, it feels similar to the ball-passing in table tennis or the juggling in soccer. People with a good feel for the ball can do it very easily, like Qinqin."

"It's not that exaggerated. There are techniques involved. Come on, Mumu, you can try it."

Chen Junqian handed the volleyball he had brought to Lin Mu, and then he saw that after the other person made two passes, he began to lose control of the landing point and was carried around by the ball.

"There are rules about the range. Even if Mu Mu catches it like that, it's a foul. You should try to control the landing point and keep your feet still, and make sure your posture is correct."

Seemingly realizing that verbal guidance was ineffective, Chen Junqian walked directly behind Lin Mu.

"Don't move, relax."

Chen Junqian was very close. Although he initially wanted to maintain a gentlemanly distance, Lin Mu herself had no intention of accepting it. She obediently moved closer and naturally looked up at him from his embrace, as if she found the angle somewhat novel. Then, her childhood sweetheart reached out and grabbed her wrists, forcibly bringing her arms together and assuming a standard ball-passing posture.

"Can you feel it? Clench your fists here."

The other person's voice soon rang in Lin Mu's ears, and warm breath gently brushed against her earlobe, the ticklish sensation making her unconsciously flinch.

"When the ball comes, lower your center of gravity and raise your arm like this, without using too much force."

From the side, their figures almost overlapped. Lin Mu's petite body was completely enveloped by Chen Junqian's tall frame. His long, strong arms wrapped around her slender arms, making it seem as if the girl was being held in his embrace. This contrast in size undoubtedly amplified the ambiguity of their posture, causing a girl who was watching from the sidelines and had experience in this area to blush and her heart to race.

If we put ourselves in Mu Mu's shoes, we'd probably say something like, "It's okay to grow taller, but don't grow too tall." After all, height differences are like that; if the difference is too great, it will feel strange, whether you're together in daily life or at any other time.

Meanwhile, on the other side not far away, Zhu Wenyun, wearing roller skates, sat there intently watching their interaction. In her mind, she was thinking about the plot of her new book and trying to convince herself that the three of them together was the reason for their interaction. At the same time, she couldn't help but indulge in even stranger fantasies.

At the same time, the system data in Chen Junqian's mind also changed:

[Xu Youwei: Appearance adaptability A, basic ability adaptability B+, personality adaptability A, action adaptability B+, speech adaptability B+, current romantic comedy adaptability A-]

[First love. Top candidate for ex-girlfriend]

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Chapter Nine: The Strongest October in History (Part Two)

"...Wake up."

Having received a year's worth of wake-up calls from his younger sister, Chen Junqian has become quite experienced in this area. He's even started to figure out some patterns in how his sister changes her wake-up calls depending on the season.

For example, in September, when the summer heat hasn't dissipated yet and the autumn tiger is still raging, the other person won't do the kind of thing that sometimes happens in winter, where they call out to you and then pull you into bed, or sit on your blanket like the little sister protagonist in some romantic comedies. Instead, they will deliberately keep a distance and simply offer verbal wake-up calls.