I turned reality into a romantic comedy

Or perhaps this book was actually the first source of detailed knowledge in this area for the other person, just as Pipilu and 419 Sins was his first encounter with criminal law.

However, this is probably the last glimmer of this era of children's literature. After all, in another ten years, the next generation of children will no longer need to learn relevant knowledge from such places in a daze. The chaotic and complicated flood of internet information will not give them any choice or room for maneuver, and they will be bombarded with it all at once, making it impossible to distinguish between good and bad.

The two sat together quietly, turning the pages of the book one by one.

At this moment, Chen Junqian gradually understood why the system had given the other party a D rating for adaptability in the hindsight evaluation. Compared to speaking directly, Zhu Wenyun was indeed more accustomed to using a more indirect approach, expressing her thoughts through the book handed to her and the words written down.

This is not something he can change overnight, and in fact, it doesn't need to be changed. He just needs to stop omitting the most important words or prove it with his actions.

It was almost lunchtime when the two of them packed up their books and left the library.

Zhu Wenyun originally wanted to say that her grandmother had brought food, but she also knew very well that her true feelings were that she would be happy even if she didn't eat, or just watched Chen Junqian eat alone, as long as the two of them could go back and sit there reading in silence in the afternoon.

"I'll ask you to come."

However, this awkward silence did not last long. Chen Junqian quickly pulled her to the nearest noodle shop and ordered two bowls of the cheapest plain noodles on the menu.

"But actually, the pickled vegetables at this shop are quite good."

Although it was just two bowls of vegetarian noodles, Chen Junqian didn't pick and choose at all. He took a small dish from the condiment station next to him, which consisted of kelp strips, pickled radish, pickled vegetables, pickled cowpeas, and other side dishes that would make up a meal in Korea. He then picked at the noodles in his bowl with his chopsticks and started eating.

Actually, the money he's using now is the money Lin Mu gave him a few days ago, supposedly the part of the hundred he hadn't spent that day.

However, his natural demeanor probably put Zhu Wenyun at ease, especially after Chen Junqian intentionally steered the conversation toward the books they had been reading.

This is a time for chatting and relaxing without having to worry about the class bell.

They can discuss a particular episode of Zheng Yuanjie's works featuring Shuke's verbal battle with Beta, taking on the roles of either the affirmative or negative side to share their perspectives.

You can start by talking about your views on pets through Laughing Cat's Diary, and then naturally expand on the Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonderland, who also laughs.

You can also discuss a particular article in a children's literature issue that moved you. However, what Chen Junqian finds a little regrettable is that because he only got involved in this field a year or two later, works that impressed him, such as "Vibration," "Elvis," and "Nine-Nine from Ghost Manor," were either just being serialized or had not yet been published.

But this is enough.

Zhu Wenyun was still amazed that they had read so many of the same books, which gradually came together in their conversation.

Those vividly colored characters, those captivating stories, and those imaginative plots together form a sun as bright as the spring sun in the sky, enveloping the two of them in its warmth. Yet, it doesn't feel oppressive or restless; instead, it's simply overflowing with warmth, making you want to stay forever.

It's like a bear that's prepared to hibernate being suddenly awakened by a ray of sunlight piercing into its cave. But it still can't tell from this one sign whether it's still freezing outside; it's just a trap or illusion to lure it out of there.

After all, fairy tales contain both gray wolves disguised as grandmothers and hungry wolves imitating mothers singing "Little rabbit, be good—open the door." The price of being fooled is always quite heavy, with no chance of trial and error.

Although it was only much, much later that Zhu Wenyun realized that she was not actually a little bear hiding in a cave to hibernate in order to avoid the cold, and that the spring and winter outside were actually determined by her own will.

But at least at this moment, she still stubbornly believes it.

This beam of light was deliberately set out for her alone.

She wasn't the girl in that story who could still pull out nine yuan and fifty cents after losing two hundred yuan, and the other person wasn't the classmate who cooked for her in that story either; she didn't have a classmate.

Zhu Wenyun used to think that she was just like the crops in her grandmother's field, used to no change, growing step by step in a predictable pattern, after all, that way she would eventually grow up.

But now she finds herself starting to like the spring sunshine, rain, and wind.

He was her one and only spring.

Chapter 39: We Hug Each Other Back to Back (Part 2)

On the last day of the National Day holiday, Chen Junqian did not find his childhood sweetheart waiting to wake him up at home. Lin Mu had just returned from a trip with her family and was currently in a fantastic state of frantically finishing her homework. It seemed that the only achievement he could unlock from her during the entire National Day holiday was the time she successfully exploited a bug to tidy up her clothes.

However, Zhu Wenyun's progress was going smoothly. Although Chen Junqian could guess that the achievement the system wanted was for two people to approach the same book from different directions and then reach out to grab it at the same time, practice proved that his tricky method could also achieve it. It can only be said that Zhu Wenyun's high level of skill has its advantages.

Just as Chen Junqian decided to stop making a fuss and simply stay home to waste the last day of his wonderful seven-day holiday, he suddenly heard a loud knocking on his door.

At first, he thought his parents, who had already gone to work yesterday, had forgotten something at home. But when he ran over in his shoes and opened the door, he found Xu Youwei standing there wearing a sun hat and carrying a small bag on her back.

"Ugh, it's so hot! Why is it still this hot in October?"

Although the electric fan built into her sun hat was spinning non-stop, Xu Youwei, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, was still covered in sweat.

It was her first time visiting Chen Junqian's house. She looked around and immediately spotted the sink in the bathroom. Without saying a word, she took off her sun hat, put it aside, and went over to turn on the tap, splashing a handful of cold water on her face.

"You've just returned from your trip?"

"Yes, I went to Xi'an and only got home last night."

Xi'an?

Remembering his classmates who would go to neighboring counties to post tons of photos on their social media, Chen Junqian asked another question out of curiosity:

"I haven't even seen what photos you posted."

"Because I don't really like posting on social media, and I didn't take many photos. There are some souvenirs I brought for you in my backpack, take a look yourself. By the way, are the towels here okay to use?"

"From left to right, these are mine, my dad's, and my mom's. You can use my mom's..."

Before Chen Junqian could finish speaking, he saw Xu Youwei take off her leftmost towel, wipe her face haphazardly, and then soak it in water, wring it out, tidy it up, and put it back.

"Okay, thanks."

"I do feel like I've gotten a little tanned."

"Because it's hotter over there than here, and many attractions are outdoors, and even inside, there are many places without air conditioning, like the Terracotta Army."

Seeing that Chen Junqian didn't open the backpack as she wanted, Xu Youwei had no choice but to walk over and unzip it herself, handing over a bag that looked quite heavy and resembled a whole brick:

"This is what I bought there. It seems like you can dig out a small terracotta warrior from inside. It's supposed to simulate the archaeological process, and it even comes with various tools. I don't know if you'll like it."

"Oh, thank you."

Chen Junqian, who had worked in museum cultural and creative industries for a period of time in his previous life, was not surprised by these archaeological blind boxes. What Xu Youwei was giving him was just the beginning of the experiment. More than ten years later, they had evolved into hidden and limited editions like gacha games. Moreover, the contents were not only terracotta warriors, but museums from all over the world would make small and exquisite replicas of their own treasured representative cultural relics and put them in.

Chen Junqian figured his adopted sister would be quite interested in this, so he nodded and accepted it.

"I love so much."

"If you like it, that's fine. I brought Mumu a handmade wooden comb, and I plan to give it to her for her birthday at the end of the month."

At this point, Xu Youwei realized that she hadn't even closed the door since she came in, so she closed it with her foot and began to look at the decoration and layout of his house with the same interest as Lin Mu before her.

"This place feels so familiar."

“Every family in these apartment buildings looks like this, the only difference is the placement of the furniture and decorations. I guess it’s because you’ve been here before when visiting relatives during holidays.”

"possible."

Xu Youwei tilted her head and thought for a while, then decided to give up thinking and started taking things out of her schoolbag:

"Oh right, the Happy Detective magazine and the freebies you ordered for me this month arrived a couple of days ago. Here's the book, and here's the toy watch that came with it."

As she spoke, Xu Youwei also took out a magazine and a beautifully packaged small box together:

"Because you ordered it for me, and you said you also like this kind of magazine, I decided to bring it over so we can read it together for the first time. This way we can avoid spoilers. As for the watch, you can give it to me when you're done playing with it."

However, Chen Junqian showed no interest in accepting the toy watch with the image of the elementary school shinigami anime character printed on it, and simply shook his head at the idea.

"You can wear the watch; I'm not interested in it."

"Really not?"

"No."

"You're not lying?"

"No."

"Then put it on me."

"I'll put it on you, so you can put it on."

Facing Xu Youwei's outstretched wrist, which was slightly tanned but still fair, Chen Junqian recalled the scene a month ago when she grabbed his wrist and slapped it with a slap. But now the tables had turned, and he was the one putting something on her wrist.

Although the process was a little more complicated than the simple "snap," wearing a toy watch wasn't difficult in the first place. In no time, Xu Youwei had already raised the watch face and aimed the laser pointer at the back of his neck, seemingly intending to give him a tranquilizer dart just like Kogoro Mouri's.

"Okay, let's read the book. I hope you won't disappoint me."

After admiring the watch, which was a free gift with the magazine subscription, for a while, Xu Youwei didn't seem to care about the box. Instead, she sat on one side of the sofa, held one side of the magazine, and gestured for Chen Junqian to sit next to her and hold the other side of the magazine.

Because they were still children, and the magazine itself had a large number of pages, Chen Junqian did not refuse, but instead adopted a serious and prepared stance as instructed.

Unlike Zhu Wenyun, who never spoke while reading, Xu Youwei probably chose this reading method from the beginning so that she could chat with him about what she was reading at any time.

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?"