I turned reality into a romantic comedy.

However, perhaps because he was used to seeing her causing a ruckus in the alleys after school every day, Chen Junqian felt a subtle sense of obedience towards Xu Youwei's current serious demeanor as she moved her fingers over the words on the page, reading each word carefully.

"Invincible detective skills summarized from 'Detective Conan'!"

"People who have practiced on the uneven bars will develop unique calluses on their thighs, as seen in the first episode."

"The front of the clothes was wet from the rain, but the back wasn't. This is evidence of running in the rain, from episode two."

"Ah, I remember that. In the second episode, Shinichi Kudo had just become Conan and went back to Professor Agasa to prove his identity. I used this reasoning to convince him."

"Indeed, I remember that too."

"I wonder when Detective Conan will end."

Chen Junqian could only offer an awkward yet polite smile, after all, this work was indeed still ongoing before his rebirth, and it could even be said that there was no hope of it ever ending.

Looking back at early detective magazines, it's clear that Sherlock Holmes and Conan made up a significant portion of the content, probably because their main audience was elementary school students. However, for elementary school students of that era, these were probably the most common ways to get in touch with detective and mystery novels, since Adventure Tigers was essentially an adventure novel, not a purely detective/mystery story.

In addition to simple detective knowledge popularization for elementary school students, the magazine also thoughtfully included a lot of detective reasoning questions similar to brain teasers. Chen Junqian, who had read a lot of regular detective novels and even had some writing experience, could see the answers to many of them at a glance, but he still cooperated with the enthusiastic Xu Youwei to solve the mystery one by one. The thin magazine took them almost an hour to read.

There's a person who lives on the tenth floor. If there are other people in the elevator or it's raining, they will take the elevator directly to the tenth floor. However, whenever they ride the elevator alone, they only go up to the seventh floor and then climb three floors to get home. Why is that?

This was probably the most difficult question in the entire magazine. Xu Youwei racked her brains for a long time but couldn't come up with an answer. If it weren't for the fact that there was no elevator in the apartment building where Chen Junqian was, she would have dragged Chen Junqian to find an elevator and go in to try it out.

"My apartment is on the third floor, and sometimes I don't even wait for the elevator... And the highest floor in our area is only the eighth floor, so why is that?"

"It's probably because this person is short."

Since he wasn't facing Lin Mu, a child who was obsessed with his height, Chen Junqian didn't try to hide anything and directly gave the answer:

"Because I'm short, I can only press the buttons for the top seven floors when I'm in an elevator. It's okay if I'm alone in the rain because I can use my umbrella to help press the buttons, and I can ask other people in the elevator for help. That's the answer."

"I see."

When the topic of height was suddenly brought up, Xu Youwei immediately stood up from the sofa and looked around.

"Speaking of which, don't you have a height measuring tape at home? Come to think of it, it seems like I haven't measured my height in about six months."

“Lin Mu has one at home. I measured it at her house a few days ago. You look about the same height as me, so it should be around 1.43 meters.”

Perhaps feeling that a detective must have a rigorous scientific awareness and practical spirit, Chen Junqian, seeing that Xu Youwei seemed dissatisfied with the answer and wanted to measure it herself, had a sudden thought and thought of an achievement that he could use this opportunity to exploit a bug.

"I have a measuring tape at home. You stand here against the wall, and I'll go get it and measure you right here. Is that alright?"

"it is good."

While getting the measuring tape, Chen Junqian also checked the name, content, and method of achieving the achievement he remembered.

Can you hear of a palm strike that descends from the sky?

The head pat, a classic scene that appears in almost 100% of romantic comedies, has almost become a standard action for every male protagonist in a romantic comedy. After all, who can resist the super positive feedback of a blushing and heart-pounding female protagonist just by gently placing their hand on the other person's head?

Achievement conditions: Pat a female protagonist with romantic comedy suitability on the head for at least three seconds. Reaching key milestones such as once, ten times, one hundred times, one thousand times, etc., will count as completing one achievement.

This can only be described as a classic example of anime fantasy within Chen Junqian's吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for complaining/criticizing). After all, in reality, who would be happy to have someone touch their head? If he really did that to Lin Mu, he would probably get a double whammy of "Are you saying I'm short?" and "What are you doing, you've messed up my hairstyle," and he would also have to come back with his hands covered in the scent of shampoo.

However, right now does seem like a good time.

Xu Youwei had already obediently stood at the base of the wall, looking up as if she was quite expectant. Chen Junqian also held the metal end and pulled out a section of the rusty measuring tape from inside. Then he squatted down in front of her and gestured for Xu Youwei to step on the metal end of the measuring tape with the tip of her shoe.

After confirming that he had stepped firmly on the ground, he slowly pulled the measuring tape upwards until it was slightly past the top of Xu Youwei's head. Then, he naturally reached out and placed his palm horizontally on Xu Youwei's head like a ruler. He quickly felt the silky smooth texture of her hair. This child's hair was indeed well-maintained. Chen Junqian almost couldn't resist the urge to beckon her with his little finger.

Whether it was simply because she was only concerned with height and didn't notice Chen Junqian's little gesture, Xu Youwei remained standing there upright, only glancing at the markings on the measuring tape next to her.

"How about it?"

"She's exactly the same height as me, 1.43 meters."

Upon hearing the familiar "achievement completed" sound effect, Chen Junqian gestured for Xu Youwei to lift her foot, and then gracefully retracted the long measuring tape he had extended, feeling as if he were playing with a yo-yo.

"I think I'm definitely taller than you."

"Then you take my measurements?"

"No need for that. Don't you have a full-length mirror here?"

Following Xu Youwei to the full-length mirror on the wardrobe, Chen Junqian turned around at her signal, and then felt her back pressed against his.

Facing the mirror, Xu Youwei gently touched his hand from below:

"You didn't secretly stand on your tiptoes, did you?"

"How could that be?"

"Then we are indeed the same height, look."

Led by the other party to change direction, it was now Chen Junqian's turn to look at the mirror.

Just as she said, his head was level with hers, and the subtle posture even reminded Chen Junqian of JJ Lin's new song "Back to Back Hug," which he will release at the end of this year.

"Right—"

"It's just like one person."

Chapter 40: I've already eaten.

Since Xu Youwei was here today, Chen Junqian casually mentioned that he planned to give Lin Mu a handmade piggy bank as a birthday gift. He had just seen the article in the latest issue of "Artistic Creativity" a few days ago, and he felt that the finished product was good, not difficult to make, and would be suitable for Lin Mu, mainly because it would be useful.

"So, have all the materials been found?"

Because Chen Junqian had helped her build a throne before, Xu Youwei readily accepted his invitation.

"Yes, the main part is this oval-shaped paper tube. I initially looked for the one that used to hold potato chips, but I found that no matter how I washed it, I could still smell the potato chips. Later, I went to my grandma's house and found this one that used to hold peach shortbread."

"The other newspapers, tape, corrugated boxes, paint... oh, and white glue, I got some of them from Grandpa beforehand, that should be enough."

In theory, this was a small project that Chen Junqian could have completed on his own, but he didn't really have confidence in his artistic talent. After all, it was a birthday gift to give away, so he wanted to make it as exquisite as possible.

"So the main decoration work is up to you."

As he spoke, Chen Junqian drew a coin slot of a suitable size on the paper tube with a pencil, then poked it open and carefully cut out the notch with scissors.

"We need to decide on a theme, I remember Uncle Neil made a mailbox, a pirate, and a prisoner-shaped one in that episode, but I feel that if it's for Mumu, it should be something cute. How about Hello Kitty?"

"That sounds good. How about making the coin slot at an angle into the shape of two X's? And the lid would be like cat ears."

When it comes to crafts, the two communicated very simply and efficiently. After determining the direction and the style and pattern of the finished product, their cooperation became increasingly familiar.

If the first half of the work—pasting corrugated cardboard, crumpled newspaper, and applying white glue to make the piggy bank more three-dimensional—was done by two people working together, then the second half—painting and coloring—became Xu Youwei's domain entirely. She sat there, completely focused on designing the prototype of the piggy bank in her hands, occasionally sketching a simple draft on a piece of white paper beside her.

Would you like some milk?

He took out a box of Want Want milk from his room. Seeing that Xu Youwei's hands didn't seem to be free, Chen Junqian took out the straw, inserted it, and then handed it to her mouth. Soon, the sound of sucking could be heard, and the cardboard box in her hand visibly shrank.

Suddenly realizing that he could probably earn another achievement here, Chen Junqian calmly took another pack of number cookies from the small basket of snacks and desserts on the table, opened it, and then reached out and put it to Xu Youwei's mouth again.

"Come on...ah—"

Whether it's feeding play or being fed play, it's always been an indispensable classic element in romantic comedies. If chopsticks or a spoon are used, it usually involves a further mysterious contact called indirect kissing. If hands are used, the accidental touch between fingertips and lips can also make your heart flutter. I recommend hard, long cookies like Pocky.

Achievement conditions: Engage in feeding or being fed play with a female protagonist who is suited for romantic comedy. Reaching key milestones such as once, ten times, one hundred times, or one thousand times will count as completing one achievement.

"hand."

However, when Chen Junqian fed her, Xu Youwei did not immediately bite and eat it. Instead, she subconsciously said a single word.

"Ok?"

"Put your hand underneath to block it, otherwise the cookie crumbs will fall down and onto the paint that hasn't dried yet."

"Oh, I know."

Upon hearing this, Chen Junqian, realizing what was happening, spread his other hand out and placed it under Xu Youwei's mouth, as if he were a cat owner about to scratch a kitten's chin with a flick of his finger. Then, the biscuit in his other hand was bitten into by Xu Youwei.

"Click-clack—"

There was no physical contact whatsoever. Rather, it was more like the system's fantasy of eating cookies along with fingertips—that was pure fantasy. Chen Junqian fed Xu Youwei one number cookie after another while racking up ten achievements, which counted as completing two rewards.

"Okay! Done."

About half an hour later, Xu Youwei also straightened up from the sofa and stretched out a big yawn.

In front of her, a cute Hello Kitty piggy bank stood lifelike.

"Would you like to write a blessing next to it? Like, wishing Mu Mu a happy birthday or something."

"We can just write those words in a special greeting card and put them inside."

"Too."

"Then you take a rest for a while, I'll clean up this trash. You've been a great help today, thank you."

"You're welcome."

Resting her chin on her hand, Xu Youwei watched as Chen Junqian tidied up the tools and excess trash on the table, putting things back where they belonged and throwing them in the trash. Suddenly, she asked him curiously:

When is your birthday?

"Me? It's the second day of the twelfth lunar month, it's still early."

"December?"

"It's the twelfth month of the lunar calendar. The eleventh month is the winter month, and the twelfth month is the twelfth month. We drink Laba porridge on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month."

"Oh, I see."

"What about you?"

"I've already celebrated this year's birthday during the summer vacation, but it's always on August 10th every year."

"Then I'll have to wait until next year to give you a birthday present."

"Uh-huh."

Perhaps pleased with Chen Junqian's reply, Xu Youwei's tone lifted slightly as she nodded in agreement.

In fact, since he met Xu Youwei, Chen Junqian has always felt that the most precious characteristic of her is that she is indeed very noisy when she is being noisy, but she can also be calm when she needs to be quiet. The two personality traits of being mischievous and being well-behaved and sensible seem to be incredibly intertwined in her, to the point that sometimes he really thinks that Lin Mu's explanation of the Tiger Talisman is quite accurate.

However, to this day, Chen Junqian still hasn't been able to fully uncover all of Xu Youwei's secrets, especially compared to Lin Mu, whose parents have even met each other. Lin Mu seems to be intentionally avoiding such matters, so both sides have tacitly kept quiet about it.

After glancing at the time on her wristwatch, Xu Youwei quickly stood up to say goodbye.

"I'm going home."

Do you want me to give you a ride?