I turned reality into a romantic comedy.

The moment he saw the achievement description, Chen Junqian had already unleashed the fastest speed of his life to hastily dry his hair and body with a towel, and within a minute, he put on all his clothes, opened the bathroom door, and shouted Xu Youwei's name in a tone that was almost like, "What are you doing, Da Sha Chun—"

Then he saw the other person still leisurely sitting on the sofa with their legs crossed, seemingly putting on socks. After seeing him come out, they even held up the other sock and waved to Chen Junqian:

"I took a pair of socks from your bedside table to put on first, you don't mind, do you?"

"……fine."

Well, the judgment mechanism of this embarrassing system is sometimes really outrageous.

With mixed feelings, Chen Junqian dragged his feet back to the bathroom, took out a basin full of clothes, and put them directly into the washing machine on the balcony. After adding detergent and setting the appropriate mode, he let it run on its own, then walked back and sat down next to Xu Youwei.

It seems that her family does have some kind of requirement regarding hairstyles. Xu Youwei's hair, which had grown quite long during the Lunar New Year, was cut short again after the start of the semester, going from being shoulder-length to just reaching her chin.

However, shorter hair does have its advantages. If you have hair as long as Zhu Wenyun's and it gets soaked in a downpour, it feels like it will take a long time to wash it.

But Chen Junqian still took the initiative to ask her a question:

"Want to wash your hair? There's my mom's shampoo in the bathroom, and a hairdryer too. Your hair looks pretty wet."

"I'll wash it when I get back. Actually, I dried myself off with a towel on the way, so it's okay."

However, Xu Youwei seemed reluctant. After saying that, she gestured with her chin towards Chen Junqian's landline from the sofa.

"Oh, by the way, while you were taking a shower, I used your landline to call my dad. He'll come over with me when he gets off work and take me home."

"That's fine. You can have dinner at our house before you leave."

As he spoke, Chen Junqian went to the refrigerator, opened the bottom freezer compartment, and asked Xu Youwei:

"My family just bought a batch of popsicles a couple of days ago. Which one would you like? Ice Factory? Green Mood? Three-color cup? Or do you want to come over and choose for yourself?"

"Let me take a look."

Upon hearing this, Xu Youwei walked over and squatted down in front of the freezer with Chen Junqian. However, while her fingers were flipping through the popsicles, her eyes couldn't help but glance into his room.

At the same time, her right hand, which had been in her pants pocket, unconsciously tightened its grip on the pen she had just used—the one she had used to make a mark somewhere in Chen Junqian's room while he was taking a shower.

This is an invisible pen made with fluorescent ink, so no writing is visible to the naked eye. Only when the ultraviolet light on the cap is shone on it can you see what has been written.

Chapter Sixty: Her Diary (Part Two)

Summer rain comes and goes quickly. After about an hour, the downpour that had lasted from afternoon until almost evening finally stopped completely. Xu Youwei received a call from her father, asking her to come downstairs and wait somewhere, as he would be there to pick her up soon.

"I'll return the socks to you tomorrow after they've dried."

"Yes, yours are too."

Although the sock problem was solved, Xu Youwei's sneakers, which had also been soaked in water for a long time, were still not quite fit. However, since the two of them were almost the same height, their shoe sizes were also similar, so Chen Junqian rummaged through his shoe cabinet and lent her a pair of his own shoes.

It's a good thing he only has one shirt in his achievements, otherwise he would almost have a two-piece set of socks and shoes.

Chen Junqian packed Xu Youwei's shoes into a plastic bag. He had originally wanted to see her off, but unlike Lin Mu, who always wanted him to walk her all the way home when she came over, Xu Youwei always said that she didn't need to be seen off. Today was no different. After closing the door, she ran downstairs.

After confirming once again that Chen Junqian hadn't been looking for her on the balcony, Xu Youwei went downstairs and continued running towards the factory. She quickly found her father's car waiting for her by the roadside.

But what she didn't notice was that just as she opened the car door and got in, Chen Jun and his wife, who were also wearing work clothes and heading home from the factory, saw her too.

"Is this Junqian's classmate?"

"Yes, it was pouring rain today, so I just went to the school to pick her and Junqian up and bring them home."

After checking the license plate of the car that was already driving away for a second, Chen Jun stroked the stubble on his chin and asked his wife:

"Honey, isn't the chairman of our factory also surnamed Xu?"

"I think so. I remember seeing it at the company's annual meeting. Was that his car?"

"Um……"

Chen Jun nodded thoughtfully and pondered for a moment. He had left home at the age of eighteen to work in this factory. After more than ten years, he finally worked his way up to the position of workshop director through his own hard work and sweat. He couldn't help but think of Lin Mu, who visited his home even more frequently and would even go on a trip with his family during the summer vacation, as well as Lin Mu's equally wealthy family background.

Although we always say that we should let our children win at the starting line.

But isn't this starting line a little off?

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"Did Qianqian have a good time getting home last night? It was raining so hard."

The next morning, Chen Junqian, who was about to step down from his position at the start of the next semester and had just finished his last few shifts with Xu Youwei, arrived in the classroom when Lin Mu ran to the side of his seat, leaned over his desk, and asked him this question.

"Yeah, not long after you left, my dad came to pick me up. My clothes were still wet, but I took a shower as soon as I got home, so it was fine."

Even after a night, Chen Junqian could still recall the scene after school yesterday when Xu Youwei threw her open umbrella into the rain and had it blown away by the wind in front of him. So after thinking about it for a while, he decided not to tell Lin Mu about it.

After all, the other party initially introduced the two of them so that he could cure Xu Youwei's mental illness and stop her from always thinking about extreme things that were inappropriate for her age, such as the Sheep Talisman or Poop Superman.

But Chen Junqian now has a feeling that while the other person's psychological problems at that time have indeed been resolved, it seems that they have gone in another extreme direction. After all, if he hadn't gone back to check on her yesterday, Xu Youwei, who had dropped the umbrella, would have looked like she was going to wait there forever.

However, Lin Mu hadn't even considered this aspect. After listening to Chen Junqian's words, he naturally steered the conversation to his own side:

"Yeah, I took a nice bath at home yesterday, it felt so good."

Unlike Chen Junqian's small combined bathroom and shower space, Lin Mu's bathroom is a proper one-room unit, equipped with both a shower head and a bathtub. Lin Mu even showed him the rubber duck she plays with when taking a bath in winter.

"Speaking of which, after the start of the next semester, will Qianqian no longer have to get up early every morning to stand guard at the school gate and be responsible for checking the sanitation area and eye exercises?"

"Well, this is something that's changed every year. Next year it will be the turn of the new fourth grade. But to be honest, I've gotten used to going for a walk before eye exercises every time. I'll probably feel a little out of sorts when I step down."

For Chen Junqian himself, nothing major happened during his year as a disciplinary committee member. He didn't even catch many people who were not properly dressed when he was on duty at the school gate every morning.

But he had indeed gotten used to standing face to face with Xu Youwei in the morning, used to walking slowly to the classroom together after the morning reading session to prolong the time, and used to not having to do exercises on the playground like the other students during each long break, but instead being able to check the hygiene area and chat alone.

“Weiwei told me the other day that she wanted to continue being a fourth-grade student, but unfortunately there’s no way. After all, as Qianqian said, it’s time for the new fourth-grade students.”

Since it was already early morning reading time, a sensitive period when the homeroom teacher could suddenly appear from the shadows at any moment, Lin Mu didn't dare to stay with Chen Junqian for long. After chatting for a few minutes, she ran back to her seat.

After the morning reading session came the first class, and after the first class ended, it was the regular meeting time that Chen Junqian and Zhu Wenyun had arranged.

You know what, before, some students would pay attention to the two of them squatting in the stairwell whenever they had nothing to do, but since that stampede incident, no one cares anymore. After all, if you look back at the result, it was because the two of them had a very high sense of safety and were always there that they were able to detect the potential danger in advance. Otherwise, who knows how much more chaos would have occurred at the school that day.

It's almost as if this place will become a legendary spot on campus that everyone needs to visit when they go to the fifth floor after summer vacation and move on to fifth grade.

Chen Junqian sat down against the wall with practiced ease, and first asked Zhu Wenyun about yesterday's torrential rain.

"I'm fine, because the umbrella I always carry is a super big black oiled umbrella that my grandma gave me. I didn't get wet much when I walked home."

After giving such a simple answer, Zhu Wenyun excitedly took the initiative to talk to him about another matter:

"My manuscript is going to be officially published this October. It's part of the Sunshine Family Headquarters series published by Anhui Children's Publishing House. Although it's a book that compiles manuscripts edited by Sunshine Sister from four young writers, including myself, the title uses my piece."

"So what was the title of that article you wrote?"

"Actually, there was no title at first, because the earliest submission was for the 'My Deskmate and My Nemesis' series. But later, I came up with a title with Sunshine Sister, and in the end, I chose 'The Shortest Line of the 38th Parallel in History' over 'My Deskmate and My Nine Yuan and Fifty Yuan Survival Challenge.' Doesn't that sound pretty good?"

"I always feel like I'm about to hear lines like 'I am Bear Grylls, and I'm going to show you...'"

Although he said that, upon closer reflection, it seems that Zhu Wenyun had indeed accomplished at the age of eleven what he had barely managed to do in his twenties before his rebirth. Moreover, he had directly taken on the title and a quarter of the content of the book, which was completely different from the small piece he had successfully submitted.

"As for the specific royalties, ours is considered a direct buyout, so it seems like a check for three thousand yuan will be sent directly to us."

At this point, Zhu Wenyun nudged Chen Junqian's arm again:

"So how do I get the money after I receive the check?"

"Just take the check to the bank to do the business, and I'll go with you."

"That's good."

After Zhu Wenyun breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, she discussed another matter with Chen Junqian:

"Besides the manuscript, I also need to submit a young author profile printed at the beginning of my manuscript's author introduction. I've filled out a copy like this for now. What do you think?"

Chen Junqian took a piece of paper from the other party and looked down at it:

Name: Zhu Wenjun

Age: eleven years old

Physical characteristics: A bit tall?

Favorite food: small steamed buns

Favorite colors: black, red

Favorite animal: Wolf

My favorite piece of music: "Fisherman's Song at Dusk"

Favorite subject: Chinese

Hobbies: Reading and writing

My least favorite thing: Being alone

My dream job: Writer

My biggest wish right now is to write more and better stories.

"I don't think there's anything wrong, but so your favorite music is 'Fisherman's Song at Dusk'?"

"Yes, actually I didn't know what my name was at first. I just thought it sounded really nice when I watched the weather forecast with my grandma every night, and then I looked it up and found out the real name."

For Zhu Wenyun, who has watched the 7:30 weather forecast with her grandmother almost every night since she can remember, this instrumental piece is indeed the music that left the deepest impression on her, so she ultimately chose to use it in her music.

"This song is really nice; it's melodious and relaxing."

It can only be said that because his grandparents also grow crops and vegetables in the fields, Chen Junqian also grew up listening to this music. He nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

After chatting about other things for a while, the two promised Zhu Wenyun that they would invite Lin Mu out for a meal once the royalties arrived. Then, just before the school bell rang, they returned to their respective classrooms.

Elementary school courses are indeed no longer difficult for Chen Junqian. Because of his outstanding performance of ranking first in the grade three times in a row, which is impeccable, the teachers turn a blind eye to his slacking off in class, as long as he does not openly disrupt classroom discipline.

But when it was time for the last Chinese class in the afternoon, another thing that Chen Junqian had always remembered, though he couldn't clearly recall the exact date of the stampede, happened—something that genuinely disrupted the class.

It's about Lin Mu's name.

Before her rebirth, even though they were in the same daycare center at noon, they didn't have much interaction. She only clearly remembered one event related to Lin Mu.

But his current position and his relationship with the other party are completely different from what they were back then.

That's why, before the first student uttered the word 'tomb,' and before the other students in the class began to unconsciously chuckle or even egg each other on, Chen Junqian had already raised his hand high:

"Teacher, may I read it?"