I turned reality into a romantic comedy.

Shen Nianqiu was under constant pressure, whether from school or family, but of course she wouldn't tell Chen Junqian everything. In the end, the only request she could bring herself to make was a simple one: "I want to hear my brother's voice."

Yes, I want to hear my younger brother's voice.

Just as her parents would smile with joy or watch with anxiety at the sound of another child's birth and every subsequent sound, her older sister was also yearning for this. At this moment, their roles seemed to be reversed. The older sister who used to hum and sing to him on the other end of the earphone had become the one who wanted to listen. And the expensive microphone in front of him was the response that Chen Junqian wanted to give to the other.

During the most stressful time of his high school years in his previous life, Chen Junqian also had the habit of listening to ASMR to relax. Whether it was simple ambient white noise, various prop sounds, or whispers, he would try anything that could help him get a good night's sleep. He never expected that he would become a streamer.

After putting on the monitoring headphones next to him, Chen Junqian could clearly feel the changes in the world.

Although I already knew that the KU 100 was incredibly sensitive, I was still quite shocked after experiencing it firsthand. Whether it was the sound of my own heartbeat, the subtle rustling of my clothes as I sat down, or even the crunching of a stray cat stepping on fallen leaves downstairs, it was an extremely realistic sense of presence. It was as if I was no longer myself, but had become this head, and had become Shen Nianqiu, who was about to put on the headphones and listen to this audio in Lin'an.

"Testing...left ear...right ear..."

Following the example of the broadcasters he had seen before, Chen Junqian subconsciously whispered, his voice transmitted back to his headphones through the microphone, and then quickly spread throughout his brain, a tingling sensation spreading from his scalp to his spine—this was the effect he wanted.

After confirming everything, Chen Junqian pressed the record button on the camera next to him. The red indicator light lit up, and he and the microphone were captured on camera.

Then, he gave a smile to the camera, and also to his sister on the other side of the camera, a smile that belonged only to the two of them.

"Sister, it's me."

He deliberately lowered his voice, using the kind of breathy voice he only used in bed.

"I know you haven't been sleeping well lately. Has it been raining in Lin'an again? So tonight I wanted to give you a special relaxation service. Although I can't touch you, I hope my voice can carry it over."

After opening with this statement, Chen Junqian leisurely took out the first prop—two loose powder brushes for makeup. The bristles were soft and delicate, and they felt a little itchy when they brushed against his hands.

Close your eyes—

"Then, imagine that I am right next to your bed."

As he spoke, Chen Junqian gently placed the brush over the left ear of the headset.

Shh...shh...shh...

That's the sound of bristles brushing against the silicone ear canal. In reality, it might not be so clear, but in headphones, these subtle sounds seem to be amplified countless times. It's not boring noise, but a textured, warm touch.

Chen Junqian could even imagine Shen Nianqiu's reaction when she heard this part with headphones on. She would probably unconsciously shrink her neck, and the left side of her scalp would start to tingle. That tingling sensation, known as intracranial orgasm, would flow down her neck like an electric current to her spine.

Thinking this, a smile appeared on the boy's lips again, and he brushed his left and right ears alternately with his hands, sometimes sweeping lightly, like the wind blowing through wheat fields, and sometimes swirling around, simulating the caress of fingertips.

Is it a bit tense here?

Calculating the time, Chen Junqian leaned down again and whispered into the microphone in his right ear, his voice so close that the audible sounds of his lips moving could be heard:

"Relax...sink your shoulders..."

After brushing for a while longer, he put down the brush, and the delicate rustling sound stopped abruptly, the room returning to silence, giving the other person time to savor the moment.

Then, Chen Junqian reached out and gently circled her fingertips on the top of the headset, where a wig she had bought in advance was already on. The similar texture transmitted through the microphone produced an extremely fine friction sound, as if someone was really stroking her hair.

"The temperature has dropped quite a bit in Guoning recently, and it should have dropped in Lin'an too. Remember to wear more clothes. I'll send you another scarf in a couple of days, so you can wear it all the time."

After whispering a lot of words of concern, Chen Junqian picked up a notebook he had brought from the table. It was a gift from Shen Nianqiu, containing printed-out chat logs between the two of them. The cover was made of imitation leather.

"I just happened to see this, so I brought it along. Actually, I usually flip through it a couple of times when I have nothing to do, but I'll let my sister flip through it today."

After saying that, Chen Junqian slowly stroked the cover of the book with his fingertips.

Sizzle...

The rough texture of the sound, recorded through the binaural microphone, suddenly sounded exceptionally textured, steady and heavy. After tapping it twice lightly, Chen Junqian gently turned the pages, not with force, but very slowly pinching a corner of the book, letting the paper arc in the air.

wow-

“This is something we talked about a year ago. You can come to my house for the Chinese New Year this year too. Actually, it's only a few months away. I'll pick you up from Lin'an then, okay?”

Chen Junqian continued to whisper into his right ear:

"Sister, you don't need to think too much. Once this chapter is over, your anxiety will also be over. Now you don't need to think about anything, just listen to the voice."

He gently picked up an ordinary mechanical pencil from the side, without pressing out the lead, and simply tapped the hard cover of the notebook lightly with the metal tip.

click, click, click...

The rhythm was very slow, almost like the swaying of an old-fashioned clock.

"I know what my sister is worried about, but she should just get some sleep when it's time to sleep."

As Chen Junqian tapped rhythmically, he brought his lips almost to the left microphone and spoke in an extremely gentle, breathy voice:

"You need to rest well to study well. I'll always be here for you."

Next, he took out a jar of hand cream that he had brought, and with a crisp click, he unscrewed the cap and scooped out a piece of cream.

Rub your palms together slowly.

Gurgle... Sizzle...

This is the most classic lotion sound in ASMR. The thick, moist sound, enhanced by binaural recording, sounds like your own hands massaging her ear.

"Let me think, your shoulders must be very sore, right? And your neck too."

Completely immersed in the rhythm, Chen Junqian faced the microphone with his eyes closed, as if his hands were Shen Nianqiu's stiff shoulders and neck. He then began his most important rambling while rubbing hand cream on his hands, creating a continuous, moist sound:

"Actually, the first time I applied sunscreen and hand cream was when you helped me, back at the Shanghai World Expo. It's been several years now. Let me help you apply it now."

"You may not realize it yourself, but you are actually the most special person to me. You once saved me in a way that no one else knew. In my heart, you have always been the gentlest and kindest sister. You were, you are, and you will always be, right?"

The voice grew softer and softer, and with the delicate sound effects of the hand cream, Chen Junqian created a warm cocoon for the other person.

"I know you've been under a lot of pressure lately, but I want to let you know I'm right here. Even though I can't be there in person, my voice will keep you company while you study and when you fall asleep."

After speaking, Chen Junqian glanced at the time again. The recording had been going on for more than 30 minutes. He then casually pulled out a tissue and slowly wiped off the excess hand cream from his hands. The sound of the tissue being crumpled into a ball was slight but crisp.

Salad... salad...

Finally, Chen Junqian stopped using any props and instead cupped the microphone in his hands, as if holding the other person's face. His cheeks were almost touching the cold surface of the microphone, but what was transmitted through the audio signal was the sound of hot breathing.

He began making very soft oral sounds, accompanied by close-up breathing.

"Now, take a deep breath, inhale..."

Take a deep breath and let the microphone capture the sound of your airflow.

"Exhale...and then lower your shoulders."

Then, he gently blew a breath into his left ear as well.

call……

Then the right ear.

call……

After blowing gently on his left ear repeatedly, Chen Junqian turned around and gave it a light, almost inaudible kiss.

Mua.

Then move it to the left ear.

Mua.

They are clearly visible in the headphones' microphone.

"You've done so well, so don't think about anything now. Goodnight, my dear sister, goodnight."

After speaking, Chen Junqian remained in the same position, still embracing the microphone, until his breathing had calmed down for a long time before he reached out and slowly covered the camera lens, as if turning off the lamp that had been burning the midnight oil for her, or as if gently covering her with a blanket.

The screen went black, but he didn't press stop immediately. Instead, he preserved the last ten seconds of pure background noise, the unique silence of the recording studio, which even included a slight whiff of wind leaking in through the window cracks.

Chen Junqian was willing to believe that these audio recordings could reach his sister's damp and cold mind even before nightmares, shielding her from all the pressure, just as he would often look back at their last chat log in his previous life to encourage himself.

After letting out a long sigh, he took off his headphones. The noise of the real world rushed in instantly, and the sound of the wind outside the window became real and rough. The pure and flawless greenhouse illusion that had been built by the ten-thousand-yuan microphone and belonged only to the two of them vanished.

I glanced at the waveform on the computer screen; it was a undulating curve stretching for forty minutes, resembling either a continuous mountain range or an electrocardiogram. Even with a MacBook Pro, rendering this video would take an hour, and uploading it to Baidu Cloud or using QQ's large file transfer function would likely take several more hours.

If I calculate the time, I should be able to pack it up and send it to my sister before tonight, so she can hear it before going to bed tonight.

Helpless, in this situation that resembles a long-distance relationship, Chen Junqian could only try to embrace Shen Nianqiu, who was so close yet so far, through sound by buying this gray dummy microphone from before the New Year, despite the insurmountable physical distance.

As Chen Junqian had predicted, things went smoothly, and the audio message from Guo Ning, which belonged only to Shen Nianqiu, was indeed successfully delivered to the other party's phone before that night.

To be honest, it worked very well. When Chen Junqian woke up the next morning, she received full praise from Shen Nianqiu on QQ. She was still hearing about it and hadn't yet become immune to it, especially since the person who said and did those things was Chen Junqian.

However, on the other hand, the effect seems to be a bit too good.

At least within two weeks of this audio being sent, the frequency of a certain mysterious achievement even surpassed that of the veteran powerhouse in this track, [The Battleground is in Progress].

Unlike the former, which remained dormant, this achievement, consisting of four digits, was actually being triggered. If you count the total number of times it has been triggered, it has already exceeded the number of times the "childhood sweetheart wakes you up" achievement has been triggered.

Chen Junqian finds it hard to say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

However, my sister's sleep quality has indeed improved, so let's assume for now that the benefits outweigh the drawbacks.

With that thought in mind, he brought his lips closer to the microphone, preparing to start the second recording.

In this increasingly cold season, he sincerely hoped that the other person could feel warm.

2014 is coming to an end.

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

PS2: Today is my 24th birthday. I usually take the day off, but I did a few days ago, so I'm writing this today anyway. I hope everyone has a smooth day and gets a good night's sleep.

The group chat exploded again.

My first day as a 24-year-old was quite eventful; I'm exhausted in every aspect. I'll just take a break for now.

Depending on the situation, we might open two new groups: one for regular readers and one for all subscribers.

By the way, let me show you the new cover for the upcoming fourth volume.

Wishing everyone good health, all the best, and smooth sailing.

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Chapter 31: Of course I can wake you up too (Part 2)

Just like Zhong Yu, who always felt sleepy in class, would say, "Spring drowsiness, summer fatigue, autumn naps, and three months of winter sleepiness," the cycle of the seasons doesn't actually affect people's subjective feelings too much. Therefore, in various literary and artistic works, spring, summer, autumn, and winter are all the best seasons for falling in love.

However, just as Zhu Wenyun's family prepares drinks according to the different seasons, in Chen Junqian's personal opinion, the way of dating is always different in each season. Or rather, every girl, based on her appearance and personality, does have a season that best suits her to show her most beautiful and lovely side.

To be honest, Chen Junqian was still quite upset that the system didn't include his childhood sweetheart, who was always with him on campus, in the "Campus Star" achievement. Although Mu Mu did look a little different from his two best friends, she was still an absolutely adorable and irresistible heroine in a romantic comedy. So much so that as winter approached this year, he took the initiative to get involved in dressing up his childhood sweetheart.

"Has Qianqian started knitting scarves this year too?"