I turned reality into a romantic comedy

Being a good student doesn't necessarily mean being a good child; of course, she would want to use her little privileges to do what she likes.

However, it seems that we need to pay for this quota in advance.

In her novel, Zhu Wenyun wrote a story about a male protagonist and a female protagonist. The former was based on Chen Junqian, and the latter was based on herself. However, as the author, both of them were actually projections of her inner self. Just as she liked to stay by his side not only because of the things he did for her, but also because of the things she was able to do for him that she had never thought of before.

So, the tall girl, thinking about what the other boy looked like, simply and decisively stood up from her seat.

then.

She punched the bully in the face.

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Chapter Ten: The Brahmins of the County Town (Two Chapters Combined)

This should be considered Chen Junqian's first time coming to Hejin Middle School in both his previous lives. In his previous life, he attended junior high and high school at Ningzhong Middle School, and took the middle school and college entrance exams at Guoning Middle School. Unexpectedly, his first time here was to impersonate a student's family member.

On the way here, Chen Junqian went over the whole story with the old man beside him.

Zhu Wenyun had a violent altercation with a classmate at school, so the school contacted her guardian, Zhu Wenyun's grandmother. After receiving the call, Zhu's grandmother immediately transferred it to him, which is why the scene before us looks like the two of them, grandfather and granddaughter, came to Jinzhong together.

Although the school teacher's explanation on the phone was vague and ambiguous, both Grandma Zhu and Chen Junqian themselves were willing to believe that Zhu Wenyun herself would not do something like hitting someone for no reason. They believed that there must be a reason for such an incident. However, seeing that the old woman still looked a little worried, Chen Junqian took the initiative to comfort her with a few words.

"When you go in, just say you're my godson."

After casually giving Chen Junqian a brand new identity, Grandma Zhu strode into the school with him, and finally met Zhu Wenyun, who was standing alone in the academic affairs office.

The other party didn't seem too surprised by Chen Junqian's arrival, or perhaps Zhu Wenyun herself wasn't the type to have a rich expression or show her emotions. However, Chen Junqian and Grandma Zhu moved closer to the girl, one on each side, and began to nervously check if there were any obvious marks on her body.

After all, judging from just a few words exchanged over the phone, this so-called violent conflict was actually a brawl where one person was fighting against many, and Zhu Wenyun was the one with a numerical disadvantage.

"I'm fine, perfectly fine."

As the best-built member of the Guoning trio, the atypical literary girl Zhu Wenyun was indeed no less physically fit than others. So, apart from her school uniform, which she had only worn for a few days, looking dusty and a bit disheveled, and her hair being a little messy, there was nothing else wrong with her. On the contrary, the three girls standing opposite her, who were confronting them, were pretending to cover their faces or stomachs and sobbing, which made their parents a little angry.

In any case, Zhu Wenyun's side consisted of only an old lady and a middle school student who looked to be about the same age. Two hundred years ago, they would have been considered to be living off the family's wealth. So, naturally, the people on the other side would want to assert their dominance and seize the initiative first.

"Okay, now her parents have arrived too. Teacher, can you judge this now? How could she beat our children like this?"

The first person to step forward was a middle-aged man who looked a bit like a pig butcher. Chen Junqian didn't know his name, so he simply gave him the nickname "Zhen Guanxi" in his mind. The man was now standing with his arms crossed, putting pressure on the school staff who were standing between the two groups.

"No, no, no, we still need to understand the whole story first. Everything needs evidence. We live in a society governed by law. Let's all calm down, okay?"

The staff member from the academic affairs office, caught in the middle, simply waved their hands in a gesture of appeasement, then sat there and fiddled with the computer for a bit:

“We have surveillance cameras installed in our classrooms. Now that everyone is here, let’s review the details of what happened. Parents from both sides, please don’t speak. I will ask the questions and let the parties involved answer.”

"Okay, first here. As you can see, after school ended at 5:30 this afternoon, the three girls who were beaten are surrounding this area, blocking another girl from taking her schoolbag home. What's going on?"

"Nothing much, I just asked her to walk home with me after school."

"Correct."

"Someone is meddling in other people's business."

After collecting the responses from this side, the staff from the Academic Affairs Office turned their attention to Zhu Wenyun, signaling her to provide an answer.

“I saw them bullying and harassing their classmates, and it wasn’t the first time. You can find out by asking other people in the class.”

Perhaps feeling that the word "bullying" wasn't serious enough or sensational enough, Zhu Wenyun directly defined the incident as bullying, and then pointed to the surveillance footage.

"The footage here is unclear and is blocked by the back view. Actually, they secretly slapped each other twice at that moment, which is why I went up there."

The pause button on the surveillance video was pressed again. As Zhu Wenyun had said, the next second she stood up from her seat and punched the girl on the outside in the face, followed by chaos.

Fortunately, it was already a few minutes after school ended, and there weren't many people in the classroom. However, many desks and chairs were still knocked over by the collateral damage. By the time the teachers from the nearby office rushed over, Zhu Wenyun was already standing on the messy classroom as the final victor, which made Chen Junqian, who was off-screen, look on with a bit of surprise.

It's fair to say that the whole "girls hitting girls" thing really created a bug for Zhu Wenyun. If it were a guy throwing a couple of punches like that on screen, the atmosphere in the office would be completely different now.

"Yes, we've also spoken with the other person involved in the video, and we're more inclined to believe what Zhu said."

"But didn't she also physically assault someone?"

"Didn't you guys strike first?"

"Isn't it just her side of the story that our child hit her? The surveillance footage clearly shows her beating our child like this, and there are still injuries on her face."

"Bullshit! The little brat did something bad but doesn't even have the guts to admit it."

Then, Grandma Zhu in front of Chen Junqian started to exploit the second bug called "Old Man" for him. It can only be said that when it comes to verbal sparring, the old lady from the countryside really has no scruples. She bombarded him with words mixed with dialect and slang, and put her hands on her hips, looking like she had fully activated her battle mode.

Even at this point, neither side tacitly mentioned calling the police. Firstly, fighting is never a respectable thing, and the injuries on both sides weren't that serious. Despite their faces being covered up so badly, they were actually just minor injuries that wouldn't even hurt if they weren't covered. Secondly, the school wouldn't do anything that would damage its reputation, otherwise they wouldn't have called both sets of parents to the school for a negotiation.

Of course, after being verbally attacked by the old lady so veiledly, Zhen Guanxi seemed to have gotten a little worked up, and apparently recognized Grandma Zhu's identity, so he also directly threatened her:

"Damn it, aren't you just a vegetable vendor in the market yourself? My brother's the regulator there. You see, I'll deal with you later, and that'll be the end of it?"

Before Chen Junqian's rebirth, a term called "county town Brahman" had emerged on the internet. Judging from Zhen Guanxi's demeanor, although he couldn't quite be called a Brahman, he could at least be considered a Kshatriya.

It can only be said that things in school ultimately cannot be considered only within the school's circle. It's like how, even though everyone is required to wear the same uniform and trousers that don't reveal any family background or social status, there are still people who try to show off their superiority and compete with each other through shoes, stationery, and everything else.

Thinking about it this way, it's not without reason why so many urban novels featuring elite soldiers and returning dragon kings are so addictive. After all, compared to the romantic comedy world of anime, reality is actually closer to the world of urban light novels on some levels.

This is the key reason why, after his rebirth, Chen Junqian not only focused on learning how to be the male protagonist of a romantic comedy, but also did not give up his pursuit in the field of career. After all, there are some things that you can do without, but you really can't live without, because sometimes you really have to use them.

Just last month, Sanzhixiongxu's monthly sales exceeded 2200 million yuan, ranking first in the entire network, and in the same month, it won the title of one of the top ten enterprises in the national nut and roasted seed marketing. Guoning happens to be a small county with an extremely developed hickory industry.

With the old production and business model declining, many people who missed this opportunity are now frantically trying to latch onto this opportunity.

So, he is now the real Brahmin from the county town.

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"What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking back, I realized I wrote that bullying scene from school too early and it was too immature. I was actually thinking of having you... have the male protagonist in the story help fight it out."

Even after returning home and sitting at her familiar desk for a while, Zhu Wenyun still seemed unable to shake off the scene from earlier.

"It's normal because Wenjun has never experienced school bullying before."

As a former children's literature worker, Chen Junqian has actually come into contact with many children. In fact, just like the bullies, most of the bullies' family environments have problems to varying degrees. Some have divorced parents, while others are from single-parent families where the father or mother has passed away.

Often, it is precisely because of deficiencies in family education, coupled with too little time spent with parents, that their personalities become distorted. These bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong are usually self-centered and willful, and many of them even harbor resentment or dissatisfaction towards their parents.

However, they only dare to bully their classmates at school. They always talk about looking down on their parents when they brag, but they never dare to really resist them. This is because they are like this: they resent their family environment while having to rely on their parents to survive, and then they vent all their negative emotions on their classmates who are weaker than them.

"Actually, apart from those children who are born bad and are destined to cause trouble for their families, most people still feel that they have someone in their family to back them up. Just like that bully Zhen Guanxi today, when he was putting on airs, the girl behind him would also stand up straight. So when he backed down, his children would also back down. That's the principle."

"It sounds a bit like one of those domineering CEO novels, but Junqian doesn't give off that vibe today."

"What do you mean by 'that kind of feeling'? After all, I'm not some kind of domineering CEO. And some things are best left unsaid. It's not like ten or twenty years ago anymore. But even if I really wanted to call for a fight, I could do it."

In response to Chen Junqian's complaints, Zhu Wenyun simply looked away awkwardly.

"It's actually quite nice to say a couple of cool lines."

"...You don't really want me to grin crookedly in front of so many people back then and say some weird line like 'Dragons have scales, touch them and you die,' do you?"

Trying to shake those messy fantasy novels out of Zhu Wenyun's mind, Chen Junqian reached out and gently tapped her forehead, but quickly followed with a genuine smile:

"It wasn't convenient to say when we were there, but I'm very happy that Wenjun was able to do something like this today. Not everyone has the courage and determination to do something like this at that time."

Ever since Zhu Wenyun hugged him and said "praise me" regardless of the occasion or time, Chen Junqian had gotten used to praising this girl with a strong sense of vanity as soon as possible. However, today's praise was particularly sincere, which made him realize once again the true nature and personal charm of Zhu Wenyun.

"I didn't do this just to get your praise."

There's a strange sense of arrogance in that statement, but Zhu Wenyun herself was definitely speaking in a very serious tone.

"But now that I think about it, it was a bit impulsive. If you weren't here today, Junqian, I feel like things would have been difficult to handle in the end. Although the school would definitely be on my side, if there were any outside interference... it would have become very troublesome."

When she was little, she had the experience of being chased around by urban management officers along with her grandmother. It was indeed very easy for a market supervisor to find fault with a stall owner.

Unlike Lin Mu and Zhu Wenyun, Zhu Wenyun was well aware that her family background and conditions had no advantages. However, if we go back a few years, the boy standing in front of her was just like her.

Some innate factors can be changed through one's upbringing.

The moment I clearly realized this, all my past confusion and worries seemed to disappear, and even the novel that I had been struggling with writer's block for the past two months suddenly had a fresh idea.

The goal we should move towards has been set, and even if the road ahead is an endless wilderness, that's enough.

Once she has a direction, Zhu Wenyun is the girl most willing to take action.

"I will definitely become a contracted writer for Fireworks next year."

"Yes, I believe Wenjun."

"When that time comes, give me a kiss."

"……OK?"

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Chapter Eleven: Not Difficult (Two Chapters Combined)

Give me a kiss.

This was the first time Chen Junqian had ever heard such a request from a girl. There was no silly bet like "If I win, I'll let you kiss me; if you win, you can kiss me." Zhu Wenyun in front of him simply and directly made the request. However, her unconsciously trembling eyelashes and the somewhat hesitant "Okay?" revealed that her state of mind was not as calm as it seemed.

This feeling of liking someone often manifests as timidity in boys, while girls are the opposite—boldness. Like the old saying, "For a man to pursue a woman is like climbing a mountain, for a woman to pursue a man is like piercing a veil," facing this somewhat direct attack, Chen Junqian didn't choose to defend himself further, but instead directly countered with a question:

"Wenyun said to give me a kiss, but where exactly should I kiss?"

Zhu Wenyun didn't speak, but subconsciously pursed her lips, then reached out and pulled Chen Junqian's index finger to her lips, before squeezing out a reply that only she could understand from her tightly closed lips:

"Mmm, mmm (here)."

Even so, Zhu Wenyun's meaning was already very clear: what she wanted was a kiss, a kiss on the lips that couldn't be done with other gestures like kissing the cheek, hand, forehead, or nose.

"If Wenyun can do it, I promise you."

After confirming and understanding the girl's determination, Chen Junqian also chose to agree. After all, with Shen Nianqiu not in Guoning, he had already thought that among the girls around him, the first one who would want to date would most likely be the most mature Zhu Wenyun.

After all, he was originally a writer who serialized his work in a youth campus romance magazine. While Mu Mu was still thinking about what candy he should buy for her after running exercises the next morning, he was already eyeing it.

Moreover, to be honest, today's unexpected event also played a supporting role. Although the bond between the two has reached the point where it doesn't need any suspension bridge effect or hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress scenario, judging from Zhu Wenyun's specific expression and behavior, she was clearly still somewhat impacted, and it's normal for her to want to make changes in various aspects as a result.

"That's all for now. I'm going back now. My mom's probably getting impatient waiting for me at home for dinner."

Since Zhu Wenyun's family hadn't even started cooking yet, she didn't want to keep Chen Junqian, who had come straight over after school, any longer. Besides, her own mind was in turmoil. So, after standing there and saying "hmm," she watched him leave and then immediately sat back down at her desk.

In that instant, she truly understood why Lin Mu wrote in his diary every day, because if many real-time feelings could not be recorded immediately, the electric-like stimulation that ran through her body would quickly disappear.

But even a diary entry written every day isn't entirely accurate, because humans are creatures whose thoughts can be completely different from one second to the next. What happened during the day might have become something else entirely by the time you write it in your diary at night.

Moreover, Zhu Wenyun was a child with an excessively rich imagination.

Filters have existed since ancient times.

Whether it's the saying "love me, love my dog" or "beauty is in the eye of the beholder," both prove this point. Therefore, Zhu Wenyun never felt there was anything wrong with it. After all, if you put your feelings for someone into your eyes, then when you look at the world through that lens, everything outside seems to become more beautiful.

Good news. Since this was indeed a scene I witnessed today, it didn't turn into something like "the emperor using a golden hoe to till the ground," or falling into the predicament of writing a domineering CEO novel where everything about food, clothing, shelter, and transportation is based on my imagination. After all, this isn't a film set of one of the four great families of Beijing; it's just a real event that happened in a small, obscure county town.

The bad news is that, just like a mysterious system that uses the filter of a romantic comedy to show that reality is also a romantic comedy world, the literary elements are equally complex. Zhu Wenyun, who has read everything from world classics to street literature, from fairy tales to domineering CEO stories, feels that the style is a bit strange when she tries to recreate the scene from two hours ago on paper.

However, it was precisely because of this that Zhu Wenyun wrote very, very slowly.

Ultimately, this wasn't just a figment of her imagination; it was something that actually happened right before her eyes, violently impacting her worldview until now.

To be honest, during that process, in addition to personally experiencing the content that I had only seen in novels before from the first-person perspective of the female protagonist, many more emotions also sprouted in Zhu Wenyun's heart.

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"Damn it, aren't you just a vegetable vendor in the market yourself? My brother's the regulator there. You see, I'll deal with you later, and that'll be the end of it?"

Before those words were actually spoken, Chen Junqian hadn't actively approached the girl. He was simply standing beside her, holding her hand in encouragement. This wasn't meant to be a case of playing dumb; it was just that the situation on the field before those words were spoken was merely a war of words.

As soon as Zhen Guanxi said this, even the school staff who had been just trying to smooth things over were taken aback. They were about to frown and say, "Children's matters should be resolved within the school. Don't make a big deal out of it," when Chen Junqian, who hadn't said much since entering, let go of his hand and walked alone to the front line of the standoff between the two sides.

In the book "Pipilu and 419 Sins" that Zhu Wenyun had read before, she had read a chapter called "The Crime of Provoking Trouble". But the boy who was only showing her his back now seemed to fit the criteria of provoking trouble even more than the foul-mouthed man opposite him.

One could only imagine that if their former Chinese teacher saw this scene, she would probably faint on the spot. After all, one of their two most beloved students had just finished a fight, and the other, with an equally arrogant expression that still made him handsome, was responding to Zhen Guanxi's provocation with an even more flamboyant attitude:

"Then you can try and see whether my grandma or your brother gets out first."

Without a doubt, Chen Junqian's answer only added fuel to the fire. If it weren't for the presence of third-party personnel and surveillance cameras, judging from Zhen Guanxi's demeanor, he probably would have grabbed him by the collar.

"You son of a bitch, are you looking for death?"

Even so, Chen Junqian's answer instantly enraged the other party.

To make the other person realize just how much trouble his words had caused his grandmother, after uttering that curse, Zhen Guanxi immediately took out his phone and called his relative.

Frankly speaking, the smaller the county or even the township level, the more likely it is to form a group like the "county town Brahmin". After all, the economic structure of most counties is quite simple, and with the lag in urbanization, the phenomenon of familiar social circles and personal relationships is more common, just like the behavior he is doing now.

At this point, Zhu Wenyun herself was somewhat flustered. After all, during her childhood, she and her grandmother had been chased around by urban management officers who weren't even part of the official system. She had developed a fear of that experience later in life.