I turned reality into a romantic comedy.

"If I were to add something, if the female protagonist suddenly had a sudden urge to miss someone thousands of miles away while she was by the window on the third floor of the library, then the moment the male protagonist walked through the streets of a foreign country, there must be a strange gust of wind passing through his hair, carrying the humidity and sunshine from her place, and he must stop in his tracks, his heart trembling violently for no reason."

"Ahem, when I was in Japan, didn't I share my experiences with everyone in the group every day?"

"Hmph—who knows? And there's more..."

As she got more and more excited, Hsu Yu-wei continued to add:

"If someone silently sheds a tear in bed, feeling so lonely they're about to die, then under the same sky, the person destined to love them will suddenly feel a heavy blow to their heart—that's the reply! The reply I want, Qinqin, do you understand? I feel like I've explained it clearly enough."

The light shifted subtly in the room. After Xu Youwei finished speaking, a silence fell over the room. These two girls, who had shared almost every fleeting moment of his childhood with him, had finally allowed Chen Junqian, under the pretext of writing a novel, to lay bare his deepest and most intense obsession with love in front of him, leaving him completely unguarded. In the end, he nodded in satisfaction.

"OK, I have received all your suggestions and ideas, and I will relay them to Wenjun word for word later."

"Speaking of which, if it were everyone, would Qinqin ask everyone else the same question?"

"That's how you show respect to everyone."

"...Next time we meet, I want to personally tell Wenyun, 'You've worked hard,' but will this kind of novel really sell?"

"It hasn't been announced that it will be published yet. After all, it's just something I commissioned Wenyun to write, and it's not even close to being published yet. But she's still very motivated, since this is a long-standing agreement that's been going on for almost ten years."

"Indeed, promises are a very romantic thing."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mu, standing beside him, propped his cheeks up with both hands, his face flushed like a child's, and swayed slightly from side to side. Then, as if he had just thought of something, he immediately offered his right little finger to Chen Junqian:

"In that case, let's make another agreement, Qianqian."

"what?"

"That's right, we want to be childhood sweethearts in the next life and the life after that!"

Although Xu Youwei complained, "What is this? Three Lives Three Worlds, Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms?", she didn't stop her actions and handed over her hand as well.

Well, it turned into a pinky promise between the three of them.

When Chen Junqian returned home after tutoring the two of them, he unsurprisingly saw Gu Lingguo in his living room again. As their neighbor across the hall, she appeared in his living room so frequently that it was as if the hallway of the building was just a passageway from her bedroom to his living room. It felt like she spent more time in his home than in his own.

"You're back, senior? I opened the souvenirs last night and I really like them."

The other person was referring to the small gifts he bought for everyone after returning from Japan. Gu Lingguo even bought a deluxe version specifically for anime fans. Incidentally, he also brought quite a few for himself.

"If you like it, that's fine."

Although Chen Junqian really wanted to ask Gu Linguo a different question, such as asking "What's your favorite character setting in romantic comedies?", he felt that it wasn't appropriate. Thinking of the various plots in "Black Sheep" that were based on real-life experiences related to the other person, he finally used the same reason he used with Lin Mu and Xu Youwei.

"Hmm? If you ask me, then of course I'm an orphan with an older brother and a house... cough cough, just kidding, just kidding. My dad is a good person, and my mom isn't a bad person either, so if I really have to say something, I hope everyone can be less arrogant, or rather, less hypocritical?"

It's clear that she has truly broken free from the influence of her family. Even when discussing this topic, Gu Lingguo's voice remains soft and quick, like pouring out a jar of popping candy that has been stored for a long time.

"Upon closer reflection, I realized that the point I raised actually covers both romantic relationships and family life. How should I put it? Just like a proud person must have both pride and affection, parents should also be both subtle and critical, as well as direct and complimentary. They shouldn't just be moved by their own words or secretly feel sorry for themselves behind closed doors."

"I feel like this kind of scenario is common in both romantic and familial relationships. The other person clearly loves you, or you clearly love them, but in the end, you can't express it because you're not being honest. Then misunderstandings arise, and you end up as the arrogant, heartbroken loser. In a flash, the relationship and family ties break down. If you can express yourself properly, you definitely should, right, senior?"

At this point, she straightened up again, one hand supporting herself on the table, leaning forward, her gaze fixed intently on Chen Junqian as she smiled easily, and then gave an exaggerated example:

"For example, the male protagonist takes the last bus for three hours, crossing half the city, and is soaked to the bone, but he's still holding onto the cake that the female protagonist casually mentioned wanting to eat. When the door opens, the female protagonist's eyes are already red, but the male protagonist stubbornly rolls his eyes and says, 'Just passing by, buy one get one free, it's a waste to throw it away if you can't finish it.' Then the female protagonist knows he's talking nonsense, but she still bites her lower lip and replies, 'It tastes awful, don't buy it next time you pass by.' In the end, they might actually start arguing, and everyone feels like they've sacrificed themselves. This kind of plot is so ugly."

Although he used the example of a couple, Chen Junqian clearly knew that the other party was referring to family members.

"No matter how much tsundere is, the latter must outweigh the former. For example, I could yell at my senior, 'Ugh, I never want to see you again,' and then turn and run away..."

Before Gu Lingguo could finish speaking, Chen Junqian had already gone over and pulled the girl sitting there into his arms, then continued with a smile:

"So at the latest, in the next second, the male lead has to reach out and pull her into his arms. All the sharp edges, all the grievances, and all the bastards that almost slipped out must melt away in that one second, like snow falling on a stove. He should apologize when he needs to, and hug when he needs to, right?"

"Yes...that's it."

Gu Lingguo felt that her voice was even softer and sweeter than the white cat passing by. Perhaps her mother could never do this, but the person in front of her had already accomplished this redemption, so of course she had to be incredibly coquettish in a second and wish she could transform into a soft-bodied animal.

However, as her younger sister opened the door and came in, Gu Linguo had to re-evolve her spine and quickly passed the question Chen Junqian had just asked her to Chen Xi.

Compared to the lengthy explanations of the previous three, the younger sister, who was thrown at such a strange question as soon as she entered the door, simply tilted her head and then made the simplest request:

"Just don't cry too much."

"Hmmmm?"

Soon, perhaps realizing that his explanation was not clear enough, Chen Xi explained it again:

"It's just that I feel the male and female protagonists in romance novels are always crying. They cry in the pouring rain, they cry in the empty train station, they cry in the heart-wrenching farewell. I'm not trying to discuss the idea that the more tears there are, the more profound the story is, or the deeper the regret is, the more profound the love is. I just think that people should cry less, or better yet, not shed tears of sadness or anger because of things like love."

In fact, the moment her sister explained it, Chen Junqian understood why she said that. After all, in her not-so-dramatic love life so far, the most shocking thing was Gu Linguo's tearful questioning in front of her. Gu Linguo herself seemed to realize this as well. Normally she would definitely complain at this time, but now she bit her lip, lowered her head, and pretended to play with her hair casually.

"Okay, received—"

Chen Junqian nodded earnestly in response to each of these points.

"...Did the material gathering extend to me, the ghostwriter?"

"After all, someone has asked me for information quite a few times in the past, so we're even."

Sitting there joking with Zhu Wenyun, Chen Junqian turned his gaze to his sister, who was curiously flipping through the pages he had memorized about the first four people:

"By the way, my sister will also have to answer in a bit."

"Okay, but let Wenyun answer first, I'll learn from her."

"My words..."

Compared to the oral accounts of the previous people, Zhu Wenyun was indeed more accustomed to writing things down herself. After letting out a soft breath, she steadily placed the pen tip on the white paper:

"Then I would hope that in this story, all the efforts will not be in vain, whether it is in love or in simply improving oneself. However, these two can often be equated. Isn't there a saying that improving oneself is better than pursuing someone else?"

"For the former, for example, in order to create a chance encounter or an unexpected meeting, you would leave home 20 minutes earlier every day, take three big detours, and walk two kilometers more, or you would investigate his tastes and spend a long time in the kitchen to make a satisfactory dessert or dish, or hide in the corner of the library corridor and spend countless days and nights devouring professional books, all just so that you can stand side by side with him on the same award stage in the future."

"Wenyun's personal experiences are so relatable."

Zhu Wenyun responded to Shen Nianqiu's teasing with a smile:

"The original intention was to write about just a few of us. Actually, we are only a tiny minority. After all, reality is too cruel. Most of the little efforts you make in silence will go unnoticed. The detours you take are never noticed. The stars you fold end up gathering dust in a corner. The efforts you put in end up being abandoned halfway without any growth or good results. Even when you look back, you will think you were so stupid, so stupid that it's not worth mentioning. It sounds a bit like the response theory proposed by Youwei."

"But I think that even if the person involved doesn't see it, all the effort you put in will eventually become your own light. The long detours you take won't be in vain. The wings you grow desperately to catch up with the other person's back, even if they don't end up standing by your side, you'll find that you've already flown to heights you never dared to dream of before. That's what I want and hope for."

"I completely understand—but Wenyun really did work very hard. I have to praise you, you're really amazing."

When Chen Junqian deliberately adopted the act of coaxing a child, Zhu Wenyun turned her face away, her ears turning slightly red. This was mainly because she remembered the scene when she was a child, tugging at his sleeve and saying, "Praise me, praise me!" She quickly picked up her teacup and took a big gulp to try and hide her expression.

"Alright, now it's my turn. I feel like everyone has already covered most of what I wanted to say. So I might as well add something absurd."

"Unreasonable?"

Chen Junqian was also taken aback for a moment, and Shen Nianqiu turned around and gave him a big, bright smile, her eyes as clear as if they were filled with a whole pool of mountain spring water.

"I want to add [miracles]! I want to add miracles to this world, to make all the seemingly coincidental events seem like destiny."

After hearing Shen Nianqiu's remarks, Zhu Wenyun also twitched the corners of her mouth. After all, she was the one who was in charge of writing it in the end. Although the requests from the previous people were a bit wishful thinking, at least they didn't actually say the word "miracle".

"Miracle?"

"Yes, it's a miracle!"

Shen Nianqiu smiled and nodded, showing no intention of backing down; instead, her voice carried a hint of sly warmth.

"There are too few miracles in real life, so few that we might pass each other on the street a hundred times and still not recognize each other. On the contrary, there are far too many moments that make people slap their thighs and exclaim that they were almost there."

"So I want to write about how when I was little I thought no one in the world would love me, but the first person I met online turned out to be the prince who changed my destiny. When I was stuck at a highway station in the dead of winter, thinking I was going to be freezing and hungry, suddenly the person I liked the most came from far away to pick me up. When I was interested in singing and wanted to develop in this direction, the other person happened to be a songwriting genius who could tailor-make songs for me. I want this kind of miracle that is like a fantasy, is that not allowed?"

In response, Chen Junqian met her gaze with a firm yet gentle expression.

"I think it's okay."

After all, they have all happened in reality.

Moreover, every single day I spend with you is, in fact, a continuous miracle.

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Chapter 51: No Running Away

As it turns out, just like having an extra Infinity Edge in a game makes your auto-attacks hurt more, the fact that summer vacation suddenly shortened from two months to one month can make people feel disoriented and terrified at how fast time flies. What's even more terrifying is that when Chen Junqian's graduating class returned to school, in addition to the class signs being officially changed to indicate which class they belonged to, even the countdown numbers on the big screen and in the classroom had changed from three to two.

They have less than 300 days left until the college entrance examination.

"But that's the pessimist's view. An optimist would say we still have more than two hundred days until the college entrance exam, right?"

As someone who truly achieved a magnificent turnaround in the final year of junior high, Lin Mu is well aware that as long as she makes good use of this last year, she can also achieve incredible progress. Although she always says that there is less than a year or ten months left, the senior year of high school is essentially a long and protracted battle. After all, compared to learning new knowledge, most of the time is spent constantly reviewing and reviewing, checking for omissions and checking for omissions, and ultimately shaping herself into the most perfect possible state.

Yes, commonly known as the peak of intellectual ability.

"...I just think the school should just requisition the running exercises during the long break. I don't expect it to give us time to catch up on sleep. We can talk about problems in class too. Running exercises don't make people feel energetic at all; they just make them feel more tired."

Even though her body was still growing, there was always this feeling that her younger sister's stamina was getting worse and worse. Although it was a little heartbreaking to see her lying there panting after each run, Chen Junqian still firmly rejected her idea:

"I managed to keep everyone's PE class going with great difficulty. It's better to get some fresh air than to stay in the classroom all the time. People are going to get moldy."

"So that's how it is, the murderer is my brother..."

Chen Junqian couldn't help but chuckle at his sister's rare display of dramatic flair as she frantically traced lines on the table, seemingly trying to leave some death message before finally stopping abruptly. But no matter how much this athletically challenged girl protested, the demand for physical education classes was still very strong in the class and even the grade. After all, even just sitting on the playground, enjoying the breeze, and chatting with friends was a rare moment of relaxation for senior high school students under immense pressure.

Chen Junqian is capable!

"That's what they say, but we still have to warm up and run two laps after every PE class..."

"Can't Xiaoxi even handle an 800-meter jog?"

"I just ran a distance even longer this morning."

"The pace for running exercises should be even slower."

"Never mind, I'm going to skip PE class today."

From the perspective of asking for leave from PE class, girls do have an inherent advantage. After all, menstruation is a very convenient excuse, and PE teachers can't calculate it. However, Chen Junqian does know his sister's monthly schedule, so he just smiled knowing that she was about to lie again.

"By the way, Qianqian, let's play badminton during PE class later."

So this is the right way to do PE class, okay? Chen Junqian casually agreed to his childhood friend's suggestion. Just as he returned to his seat, he saw Zhu Wenyun sitting there, deep in thought about a math problem, so he also suggested something to her:

"Do you want to play badminton together in PE class this afternoon? Me and Mumu."

"Badminton? Okay, phew—it's done."

Because the new book's development was still in the material gathering stage, and this work was almost entirely handled by Chen Junqian, Zhu Wenyun was able to once again devote all her time and energy to her studies, much to her relief. The ranking between her and Chen Xi changed almost weekly, with the two seemingly locked in a fierce competition. So, out of curiosity, she asked another question:

"Isn't Xiaoxi coming?"

"You know her, she's exhausted from running every day, and she avoids the warm-up jogging in PE class whenever possible. Let alone playing badminton, it's like she'd complain about the sun being too strong even if she were just keeping score."

"Too."