I turned reality into a romantic comedy.

"Then why not just make yourself capable?"

"You feel like you have nothing right now and can only pretend to be a child to get attention. That's a method I can understand, but it's underestimating me too much. I don't really like taking care of children; I only take care of people close to me."

“You have no resources, I’ll give you mine; you have no connections, I’ll give you mine. You lack money, love, and confidence right now, so I’ll be your initial capital. I used to send you red envelopes and things, and now I’m feeding you and coming to see you. Of course, it’s not to raise you into a child who can only depend on me, nor is it to satisfy my so-called vanity of redeeming others and to make myself feel good.”

"So, sister, do you understand what I mean now?"

“It’s okay for you to be weak right now, because I know it’s temporary. But I don’t accept that you agree with this fact, because if you do, you’ll only be able to see the past and the present. After all, people can only experience the past and the present.”

Chen Junqian spoke very slowly, almost word by word, and his tone remained firm and steady throughout. Even the words that sounded like those of a domineering CEO were simply stated calmly in declarative sentences.

When the system assessed the adaptability of the six female protagonists, there was a criterion called 'basic ability adaptability,' and Chen Junqian remembered the system's supplementary explanation at that time:

After all, having only good looks without ability will only make one a "pretty face" in critical reviews. Although one can use the lack of ability to trigger events that improve favorability, repeating this over and over again will only make one seem like a hopeless case, significantly reducing the reader's favorability.

In this category, only three of the six had their initial scores rated as the highest, A. These were Zhu Wenyun, who had become a well-known romance novelist; Gu Linguo, who had accumulated over 100,000 followers on Bilibili as a content creator and whose voice acting and copywriting skills had become increasingly proficient; and Shen Nianqiu, who was standing right in front of him at the moment.

However, this talent has not yet blossomed. After all, unlike the setting of genius high school students in the world of anime, the real world is full of things like school and family, which will inevitably distract and consume most of the time and energy.

After receiving Chen Junqian's definite answer, Shen Nianqiu also breathed a sigh of relief, her lips curving upwards, seemingly reverting to the older sister demeanor that Chen Junqian was most familiar with.

"Okay, I promise my brother."

"Okay, I'll wait."

It's like a young girl walking alone in this world suddenly encountering a large tree, planted by someone and claimed as her own by someone else. She sits down against it, thinking she needs to become a dodder vine to entwine herself with the tree and stay with it forever. But the tree bends down and says to her:

I will give you sunshine and rain so that you can grow into another tree.

May we meet in the clouds, our roots intertwined, until death do us part.

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Chapter Sixteen: The Biggest Invisibility Hack Was Seen Through (Part Two)

After finishing their meal, Chen Junqian and Shen Nianqiu picked up their phones, which were switched off, and turned them on. However, unlike Chen Junqian, who was only faced with his girlfriend's "check-up" style inquiries, Shen Nianqiu's phone screen was immediately flooded with a series of missed calls and unread messages as soon as it lit up.

The records couldn't even be opened all at once because they were still scrolling through the taskbar. As a result, Shen Nianqiu's old phone, which was a second-hand phone bought from a classmate a few years ago, was showing signs of overload and visibly lagging.

The names on the table jumped from father to mother, and then back to father. Sitting at the table, Shen Nianqiu calmly browsed through them. Tonight, she felt satisfied both physically and mentally, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time. With her stomach full and her soul satisfied, the physiological dizziness and psychological symptoms caused by low blood sugar and hunger, along with the numbness of fear, disappeared. In their place was an almost cold-blooded clarity.

She reached out, her fingertips hovering over the slightly cracked screen for a second before swiping to unlock it.

In that instant, countless text messages and text messages poured out like a burst dam, the red unread markers starkly alarming.

Not a single word of concern was uttered, asking if something had happened to her after such a long absence. It seemed that in the minds of these two, there was only one explanation for their sister's disappearance:

That was nothing short of malicious, targeting the unborn younger brother's lack of work.

Sitting opposite him, Chen Junqian only glanced at the vicious words that kept popping up, and he felt his breath catch in his throat. But before he could speak, Shen Nianqiu, like an older sister, held his hand and gave him a reassuring smile.

"fine."

Her voice was calm, so calm that it didn't sound like she was looking at a message insulting her, but rather a boring report that had nothing to do with her.

Seemingly feeling that saying "I'm used to it" at this moment would be like taking advantage, Shen Nianqiu raised her head after saying she was fine, her gaze passing over Chen Junqian's shoulder, landing somewhat unfocused on a point in the void, and suddenly began to talk to him about something from a few years ago:

"Actually, my younger brother should be used to it by now. After all, when we met at the Shanghai World Expo in 2010, you also had no idea that my parents were there."

If we only look at their first offline encounter from the perspective of meeting in person, that experience at the Shanghai World Expo was undoubtedly a perfect meeting in every way, except that it made the childhood sweetheart a little angry. But if we think about it a little more deeply, we can find that the occurrence of those days was quite strange.

After all, normal parents would never allow their daughter, who was only about to enter junior high school at the time, to leave them and go out with so-called online friends in places with huge crowds to have fun for several days. Chen Junqian did keep in touch with them at all times, and he did show the characteristics of a reborn teenager who was precocious. But even so, it was only during the day. At night, he still had to go back to his parents and hang out with Lin Mu at the venue.

But Shen Nianqiu was also wandering around alone at night.

"I remember it was in the venue area that day, there were so many people, it was so crowded you could hardly breathe. The sun was blazing, and my feet were starting to hurt, so I deliberately slowed down. I walked behind them, watching them excitedly squeeze into the crowd to queue, discussing which pavilions didn't have long lines, and where to have a big meal that night. I backed away little by little until I was completely out of their sight. And then I came to find you."

At this point, a hint of warmth finally appeared in Shen Nianqiu's eyes:

"I had so much fun that day, so maybe I should thank them for not caring about me? Anyway, they think I'm a grown-up, I won't get lost, as long as I go back to my room to sleep on time at night. Actually, it would be fine if it always stayed like this, after all, I'm almost used to it, but it just had to turn into this situation..."

Shen Nianqiu lowered her head and looked at the message on the screen that was still flashing: "Where did the person go? Hurry back and take care of your mother."

"But now, I've only been gone for two hours, and I'm already in such a panic."

If she's not needed, even if she dies outside, she'll probably only be remembered after her body has cooled down.

If she were needed, even just to catch her breath would be an unforgivable sin.

"So, what does my sister want to do?"

In response to Chen Junqian's question, Shen Nianqiu simply shook her head slowly.

“I don’t plan to go back to the hospital, so you don’t need to come with me, and you shouldn’t go alone.”

"Hmm, where is your sister planning to go?"

Without asking why, Chen Junqian simply let Shen Nianqiu make her own choice.

“I can just go back to school. Anyway, I didn’t come out today to see them, but to see you. What’s the point of going back to the hospital now? If I go with you, you’ll definitely stand up for me. But my mom is only going to give birth in a day or two. If something happens to her or the baby because of our presence or because of our argument, or if something happens to her or the baby, then I’ll really become the ‘sinner’ they’re talking about, and I’ll never be able to clear my name for the rest of my life.”

Shen Nianqiu's eyes deepened, yet at the same time held a chilling calmness:

"Moreover, and more importantly... I don't want to face that child at this moment."

"That child?"

"Correct."

Shen Nianqiu took a deep breath, turned her head to look out the window at the location of the hospital, and looked at the white inpatient building.

“If I went back now, just in time for his birth, in that environment, with my parents doting on him while speaking harshly to me, and amidst the cheers of the whole house celebrating that ‘the Shen family has an heir,’ well… I might, no, I definitely would hate him.”

The girl's voice trembled slightly as she analyzed herself, and her eyes were a little red:

“I would not be able to resist hating a newborn baby who knows nothing. Because in that environment, I would definitely feel that he has taken everything from me and made me a slave. That hatred would grow wildly like poisonous weeds and make me repulsive, but I don’t want to become that kind of person.”

"But actually, he's just like the brother of the 'Qiu' in my name. Both of them are really innocent. But when I was little, I would look at the portrait of my deceased brother in my family and inexplicably hate this brother I had never met. So of course I would worry and hate this child at this time. The fault lies with the parents and this dysfunctional family, not with any of them."

“He has parents who love him the most, and I also have another younger brother to love, so it’s best if he doesn’t show up. I don’t want to generate any negative emotions. I just want to love you cleanly and purely. I want to keep the best version of myself to fulfill what you just said to me.”

After finishing this long speech, Shen Nianqiu also breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued:

"So I'm going back to school as before."

“I will take the college entrance exam and become an adult in a little over a year. I will definitely have many more choices then than I do now. My younger brother mentioned before that he wanted to go to university in Shanghai, right? I will go there first and wait for you. The advantage of being two years older might only be here. Although we may miss out on some things because of the age difference, we can also use the age difference to prepare more in advance.”

"As for now..."

Shen Nianqiu let out a rare, mocking laugh, and pressed the phone through his pocket:

"Let them look for me. They can't really go to the school and drag me out of there. Anyway, the world will keep turning and children will still be born without me. I'm neither a savior nor a nanny. I'm just a high school student who needs to take the college entrance exam. Reason is definitely on my side."

Chen Junqian looked at her quietly without saying a word.

Only after Shen Nianqiu finished speaking did he reach out and pull her into his arms.

"it is good."

He whispered these words in her ear, while in his mind he watched the personality adaptability of the romantic comedy heroine named Shen Nianqiu rise from D to B, a rise even greater than that of a certain literary girl who pretended to be in love.

"I'll take my sister home."

After paying the bill, I pushed open the restaurant door and could feel the autumn breeze blowing in my face.

Shen Nianqiu turned back for one last look at the hospital building, and silently added both of her parents' phone numbers to her blacklist.

Perhaps today, or perhaps tomorrow, a new life will be born there, and a family will celebrate the continuation of their lineage, but that will no longer concern her.

She turned her head and looked at Chen Junqian, who was holding her hand beside her. The young man's back was as straight as a pine tree, as if he had cleaved a path to the future for her in this slightly bleak autumn twilight.

It's six o'clock in the evening, and the sky is completely dark. The streetlights on both sides of the street are lighting up one after another, enveloping this bustling city in a warm yellow glow.

However, after taking a couple of steps, Chen Junqian seemed to remember something and pulled Shen Nianqiu into a mobile phone store on the first floor of a shopping mall.

"Since we're already here, I'll buy you a new phone, sister. Yours is so old and it's laggy."

"...My brother's own phone is pretty old too, you know."

"welcome!"

The shop assistant's enthusiastic greeting temporarily brought an end to the conversation that almost involved Zhu Wenjun.

Chen Junqian walked straight to the counter and pointed to a brand-new white smartphone in the display case:

"Take a look at this one."

To make Shen Nianqiu feel better, he didn't choose an expensive model. In fact, smartphone prices haven't been as outrageous as they used to be in the last two years. However, Shen Nianqiu still seemed a little hesitant, and then asked Chen Junqian a rather naive question:

If I change phones, will my chat history still be there?

After all, that was her most precious treasure.

From the moment she got this phone a few years ago, she has carefully saved every word they exchanged and every emoji they sent. Whenever she feels like she can't go on at night, she hides under the covers and goes through these records one by one to reminisce about herself.

"Everything is there. Not to mention the chat history, whatever you have stored on your phone, we can just transfer it over with one click. Besides, QQ chat history is stored in the cloud anyway. As long as you have the account, even if your phone turns to dust, those records won't be lost. Sister, have you forgotten that we used to chat on QQ on the computer? But you can still find it on your phone."

"Really?"

"Really, I'll help you with that."

Chen Junqian took the two phones, paid the money, and then sat down in the store's rest area to operate them skillfully. The clerk tactfully brought him two glasses of warm water and then stepped aside.

Shen Nianqiu sat opposite him, her hands supporting her chin as she looked at Chen Junqian's lowered eyes. He was always exceptionally handsome when he was focused on his work; his eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyelids, and his slender fingers flew across the screen. Just watching him made one feel better.

"Okay, the transfer is complete."

Chen Junqian pushed the new phone in front of Shen Nianqiu and said with a smile:

"If you're worried, you can go up and take a look first."

Shen Nianqiu couldn't wait to pick up her new phone and enter the account and password that she already knew by heart.

login successful.

The familiar penguin avatar started to move, while the pinned chat box labeled "brother" remained quietly in place.

She clicked on it.

Countless messages loaded instantly, stretching to the very end of time.

Shen Nianqiu let out a long sigh of relief, as if she had found her lost soul, and then subconsciously stretched out her finger to start scrolling up from the latest news.

As your fingers slide upwards continuously, time seems to flow backwards at your fingertips.

Days and conversations flashed before her eyes like film reels.

Those chat logs contain their youth, and how they wove an unbreakable net between two cities using these faint signals. From the perspective of memories alone, the text is indeed much better than those long phone calls where all that can be seen later are call logs.