I turned reality into a romantic comedy

A moment later, she stood up again with a smug look on her face.

"it is okay!"

"Well, thank you."

As he spoke, a system message he had been waiting for finally flashed before Chen Junqian's eyes:

【Don't be so sloppy!】Achievement completed once!

Chapter 35: Give Him to Me (Seeking First Subscription)

And so, the two whiled away the rest of the morning on a small boat in the park. After having a quick lunch at a Lanzhou noodle shop that you could find in any city, Lin Mu suggested that he wanted to visit Chen Junqian's house.

Since they had already agreed to have dinner at his house that night, Chen Junqian didn't think much of it. So he took another bus at a nearby bus stop and was lucky enough to get a seat this time. He rode all the way to the wear-resistant factory where his house was located.

Unlike Xu Youwei, who claimed to live very close to this place and had been here countless times, Lin Mu was clearly here for the first time. She looked around like a curious child, as if she wanted to see what kind of place Chen Junqian lived in.

After bypassing the familiar steep slope, Chen Junqian led Lin Mu to the bottom of the tenement building. In both his past and present lives, he was not the type to feel inferior because of his family's financial situation, such as driving a tricycle. So he didn't feel embarrassed at all and directly led Lin Mu up to his floor and opened the door with his key.

The couple, who had been leisurely sitting and chatting while watching TV, seemed more nervous than Chen Junqian, the person in question, when their son's friend suddenly came to visit. Fortunately, they didn't have any particular custom of changing shoes upon entering the house, since there wasn't even a floor, just a cement surface.

Incidentally, the good thing about this kind of ground is that when entertaining guests, you can casually wave your hand and say, "Feel free to spit sunflower seed shells and peanut shells on the ground, we'll just sweep them up later."

The treatment Lin Mu is currently receiving is roughly the same level as during holidays. Although Chen Junqian really wanted to complain that the walnut kernels in the shovel looked too familiar, they looked exactly like the box he brought back from Lin Mu's house, then took back to his grandparents' house, and finally put back.

"Hello, uncles and aunts! I'm Lin Mu, Chen Junqian's friend!"

However, Lin Mu didn't care at all about this small place that was even smaller than her bedroom, which combined a dining room, living room, and some other kind of hall. She sat on the sofa very properly and greeted the two people. Her upbringing and manners were impeccable.

Fortunately, the two knew that the other was coming to play with their son. After putting out some melon seeds, snacks, and tea for them, they hurriedly said they were going to the market to buy ingredients and left. Before leaving, they pulled Chen Junqian aside and said a few words to him. Chen Junqian also told his parents about some of the dishes that Lin Mu liked and disliked.

Although Lin Mu had behaved very well in front of Chen Junqian's parents, children are generally a little reserved in the presence of adults. Now that the two had left, Lin Mu visibly relaxed, her tone becoming much more lively, and she nudged Chen Junqian with her elbow:

Where is your room, Qianqian?

"there."

Having already been to other people's rooms before, Chen Junqian didn't think much of showing off his own small bedroom, which offered a complete view at a glance. He simply got up, took a few steps, and opened the door.

Actually, there was almost nothing memorable about his room, since Chen Junqian didn't do all sorts of little decorations like Lin Mu did. But the large color photos of his childhood that his parents had hung on the wall for several years easily caught Lin Mu's attention.

"Wow—there are photos like this too."

"Don't you have any at home?"

"I think there is one, but none this big. It must be in an album. I feel like Qianqian hasn't changed much from a few years ago. His eyes are still his eyes, his nose is still his nose, and his mouth is still his mouth..."

"...Could I possibly grow a third eye on my forehead?"

"That would be the Heavenly Eye, and then I'd change my name to Xiang Ling—"

After admiring the various childhood dress-up photos of Chen Junqian hanging on the wall with great interest, Lin Mu turned around and remarked with a sigh:

"But Qianqian, you have so many books at home."

Although her bookshelf in her bedroom was much larger than Chen Junqian's small bookshelf, Chen Junqian's had more books on it, and the wear and tear on each book showed that they had been read many times.

"No wonder you get such good grades in Chinese, write such good essays, and always chat with Zhu Wenyun from the next class."

"...Isn't the last point a little subtle?"

"No, because Zhu Wenyun also loves reading and writes very well."

Perhaps feeling that continuing the conversation about books would expose his slight weakness and unpleasantness, Lin Mu quickly changed the subject:

"But it's really strange for a boy not to have any toys at home, isn't it? Or did you hide them all, Qianqian?"

"Toys... I've basically stuffed them all into drawers."

After all, he was a reborn person who had been given a second chance at life. After the initial novelty wore off, Chen Junqian hadn't touched his toys for a long time. He had sealed them all away in the two drawers of his bedside table. When Lin Mu mentioned it, he simply pulled the entire drawer out and showed it to her.

Boys and girls at this age tend to have different preferences for toys. Besides the round tokens, Chen Junqian's pile consisted mostly of transparent plastic swords and weapons, which Lin Mu quickly spotted and picked out several of.

"There's actually a Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit Seven Heroes?"

"It seems like it was bought."

"Let me count them, this is Rainbow Cat's Rainbow Sword, Sally's Purple Cloud Sword, DouDou's Rain Flower Sword, DaBen's Thunder Sword, TiaoTiao's Azure Light Sword, DaDa's Whirlwind Sword..."

It can only be said that children are always willing to spend more time remembering their favorite cartoons. Even Chen Junqian himself could hardly remember the names of the Seven Swordsmen and the Seven Swords, but Lin Mu read them out clearly.

"The only thing left is Blue Rabbit's Ice Soul Sword. Let me look for it—"

Seemingly feeling it was a pity that the seven swords were combined but one was missing, or perhaps because his favorite character was Blue Rabbit, after counting and discovering that one sword was missing, Lin Mu frantically rummaged through the drawer again, and finally picked out the small plastic sword:

"Found it."

Lin Mu, somewhat excited, held the small sword, no more than seven or eight centimeters long, in his hand and casually waved it in the air. Seemingly not satisfied, he then handed another one to Chen Junqian.

At first, Chen Junqian thought that the other party wanted to play a simulated fight game that boys often play, where they would make voiceovers and make plastic weapons crackle and pop in the air, shouting out all sorts of mysterious moves that sound impressive.

However, Lin Mu didn't mean it that way at all. She even stopped Chen Junqian's sword with her hand, pouting and shaking her head at him.

"No, no, no, Qianqian is holding the Rainbow Sword! Have you ever seen a young hero and the Palace Master fight? We should be like this—"

As she spoke, she again used her hand to hold Chen Junqian's hand, guiding the tip of his Rainbow Sword to rest against the tip of the Ice Soul Sword she held in her hand, before finally smiling with satisfaction:

"There you have it, this is the combination of two swords."

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Before their parents returned, the two started playing Monopoly again, using a box they had found at home. Perhaps it was the names of the countries available for purchase on the plots that triggered some association in Lin Mu, but during one of the dice rolls, she suddenly looked up at Chen Junqian and asked:

"Does Qianqian know about the Shanghai World Expo next year? It seems like a lot of other countries' pavilions will be built there."

"Yeah. I know."

She had even made plans to meet up with someone.

Fortunately, Lin Mu seemed to have just remembered and mentioned it casually, then continued to buy land with her head down. This child's luck was evident even in a game like Monopoly. Most of the land on the map had been painted in her color and her house had been built, making every step Chen Junqian took extremely difficult. He paid fees like crazy, and finally, not long after his parents brought the groceries home, he officially declared bankruptcy.

Since it was almost lunchtime, the two didn't play another game. Instead, they took turns washing their hands thoroughly with hand sanitizer at the sink and then helped each other get out the bowls and chopsticks.

With Chen Junqian's prior instructions, Lin Mu was spared the need to use his special skill honed during after-school care every noon—the ability to swallow anything, no matter how bad it tasted, as long as it was in his bowl. He held the bowl in his left hand and the chopsticks in his right, eating happily with a perfectly standard dining posture, and showering his parents with compliments. He was exactly the kind of child that parents love most easily.

So, after receiving the same "Come visit again next time" greeting that Chen Junqian had received at the Lin family's house, Lin Mu, having finished her meal, got up to say goodbye to the Chen family. She had already contacted her father, who would be driving over to pick her up and take her home soon.

After all, Chen Junqian had brought back a box of walnut kernels from Lin Mu last time, and Chen Jun had also bought a pack of tea for Lin Mu to take back, but Lin Mu just shook his head and held up the Ali plush toy in his hand:

"I have already received the return gift."

"Then let Junqian take you downstairs."

Seeing that Lin Mu had no intention of accepting the gift, Chen Jun had no choice but to turn around and signal Chen Junqian to see the guest off.

As soon as Chen Junqian walked over, Lin Mu grabbed his arm.

"Okay, Qianqian can take me."

Chapter 36: Those Who Remember and Those Who Forget (Seeking First Subscription)

During the rare long National Day holiday, almost everyone on Chen Junqian's QQ list was online every day, as if everyone wanted to take advantage of this hard-won free time online to add as many stars, moons, and suns to their contacts.

However, Hsu Yu-Wei remained offline. Chen Chun-Chien left her a message on the first day of his holiday, but it took him a long time to reply that she hadn't returned from her trip yet.

Many families chose to travel during the National Day holiday. Chen Junqian could clearly feel this when he looked at QQ Space these past two days. Compared to the bizarre posts in the past, such as He Jiong being so angry that he cried or that not sharing this means you're not Chinese, this period is basically all about scenery and food. Even Lin Mu seems to have been taken back to his grandparents' house by his parents.

After playing some QQ games out of boredom, Chen Junqian watched as Lin Mu, who had been timing his actions perfectly, stole a few of his farm's vegetables and a few of his ranch's cubs. He almost felt like he was the one planting vegetables and herding livestock for Lin Mu.

Is it really possible for someone to be so idle that they not only remember the ripening time of their own crops, but also keep track of the ripening time of their friend's crops to set up a time to sneak around?

After taking care of all the pets in his farm, ranch, and arena, as if completing a daily quest in a game, Chen Junqian stretched and then decisively put down the mouse and got up to move around.

Protecting eyesight really needs to start from childhood. Anyway, ever since his rebirth, he has been consciously controlling the amount of time he spends in front of computer screens and other displays to avoid having to wear glasses on his nose too early like in his previous life.

As Chen Junqian strolled into his room, he tidied up his bookshelf. Only then did he belatedly realize that Zhu Wenyun, who had claimed she would definitely finish her manuscript before National Day, had apparently given up on him.

Then, he realized an even more difficult fact.

That is, at this time of year during the holiday, it seems that I really have no way to contact the other party directly, since the child doesn't even seem to have a QQ number.

Or to be more precise, it's because the other person's family doesn't even have a computer; they rely entirely on the forty minutes of computer class at school each week to access the internet.

As for where the other party lived and what their home phone number was, Chen Junqian had no idea.

Considering the current situation, it seems his only option is to try his luck at the farmers' market where he first met the other party.

Thinking this, Chen Junqian also pulled up the list of achievements in his mind that he had looked at countless times over this period of time.

Thanks to Lin Mu's help and his successful bug exploit, the number of achievements he has unlocked has increased from two to three, bringing him closer to the next level's reward. However, he can't keep taking advantage of just one person, especially since some achievements clearly don't seem like something Mu Mu could help him complete.

For example, this one: "The Library's Telepathic Connection":

[I'm daydreaming again, imagining that deep within the library, there's always a literary girl with an ancient book tied to her with a red string, softly reciting Heian period waka poems and smiling at me. Our eyes meet again and again in the gaps between the spines of the books on the shelves, until our fingertips and souls are inadvertently intertwined because of the same book.]

[Condition for achieving this: Touch the same book three times simultaneously in the library with a heroine who is suited for romantic comedies]

Ignoring the incomprehensible first half of the system's classic anime fantasy madness, if we only look at the conditions for achieving them, they don't seem too difficult.

Guoning does have a library that is open to the public for free, but it is located in the city center, quite a distance from Chen Junqian's place. In addition, his family does not lack books, so Chen Junqian has not been there many times.

However, considering Zhu Wenyun's family background and her own interests, this child should be more inclined to go to the library than Lin Mu.

I glanced at the time; it was around nine o'clock in the morning.

As someone who did sell vegetables with his grandparents when he was young, Chen Junqian knew very well that holidays were actually a good time to do business. After all, holidays meant social interactions, and these interactions required buying more ingredients to cook, just like when Lin Mu came to his house the day before yesterday.

In this situation, Zhu Wenyun's grandmother should also be going to the morning market, since Zhu Wenyun herself is on vacation now. When her granddaughter is in school, she can't go to the morning market because she has to take care of someone, but she doesn't have that concern during the vacation.

At worst, we can just treat it as going out for a stroll.

With this in mind, Chen Junqian first went to his parents' room to shut down the computer, then took his keys and some change for the bus fare and left home.

The sun was shining warmly at nine o'clock in the morning. In the muddy ground below the community, two children who looked to be only four or five years old were digging a hole with a small shovel, one spoonful at a time, as if they were digging for treasure. Then they picked up all the woodlice (pantotheca) they dug out and put them in a small jar to keep.

It feels like something Hsu Yu-Wei would like to do.

With this in mind, Chen Junqian took the bus all the way to the Dahai Farmers Market. This time, however, Lin Mu, who was hiding behind him and covering his face with tofu, was not there; he was the only one who came.

Just as he had expected, the farmers' market at this time of day was indeed packed with people, with a large number of housewives and househusbands moving about. Everywhere, one could hear noisy discussions and the sounds of butchers chopping meat with knives.

However, since the stalls of each merchant in this large, standardized farmers' market are fixed, Chen Junqian didn't need to search for a needle in a haystack. He simply followed his memory and walked to the vicinity where he remembered it, and then caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

Just like the saying, "To determine if a Chinese restaurant abroad is authentic, just look behind the counter to see if there are any children doing their homework," Zhu Wenyun was still sitting on a small stool behind the stall today, using the seat of another slightly larger chair as a table, seemingly writing something.

Because he was facing away and too focused, he didn't even notice Chen Junqian's approach at first. Instead, it was his grandmother, who was tidying up the vegetables on the tarpaulin in front of him, who noticed his arrival first.

Zhu Wenyun's grandmother looked to be in her fifties, with mostly black hair and a very energetic appearance. At first, she thought Chen Junqian was just a curious child visiting the market for the first time, and smiled kindly at him, revealing a missing front tooth.

"Hello Grandma, I'm Zhu Wenyun's friend, I've come to visit her."

Now that they had found the person in question, Chen Junqian got straight to the point. After hearing this, the other person looked at him for a couple more times, as if remembering something, then turned around, grinned, and patted Zhu Wenyun on the shoulder.

“Hey, Nannan, your friend is here to play.”

After calling out, the grandmother looked left and right and then pulled out a small stool from the bamboo basket in front of her. She moved aside to make way for Chen Junqian to go behind the stall, gesturing for him to come in and sit down to talk.

Chen Junqian wasn't shy at all. After all, returning to the market felt like coming home. He thanked them and then took two steps over the stall, squeezed inside, and sat down, acting like a stall owner.

When he came in, Zhu Wenyun took a long time to react. It seemed like he was about to say, "You've almost finished the manuscript!" based on her expression. However, Chen Junqian hadn't come to urge her to finish, so he directly dispelled her concerns:

"It's okay, it's okay, don't be nervous. I'm not an editor and you're not an author. We're not here to urge you to submit your manuscript. You're doing your homework here."

"Well, I've finished writing today's too."

It seems that unlike Chen Junqian, who finishes his homework on the first day of vacation and then plays hard, the other person takes the approach of distributing the homework evenly across each day, so that as long as it is completed on time each day, it will be finished in the end.

Frankly speaking, Chen Junqian thinks that children who can do this have the strongest self-discipline. After all, he has spent many winter and summer vacations full of enthusiasm, trying to write a certain number of pages each day so that he can finish before the start of school, but in the end, he always relies on the last three days of emergency rescue.

Zhu Wenyun carefully put the notebooks on the chair into her schoolbag, still looking a little guilty, since she hadn't finished her manuscript before National Day as promised.

"You're not going to stay here all the time during the National Day holiday, are you?"