I turned reality into a romantic comedy

His father's words reminded Chen Junqian of this somewhat distant memory, and he nodded somewhat awkwardly while eating:

"Okay, I'll buy it tomorrow."

"Let's keep it at twenty-three. The money will be on the table tomorrow; you can take it to school."

For Chen Junqian, who didn't have a fixed allowance at that time, using the pretext of buying supplementary teaching materials to earn small kickbacks was something he often did in the past. For example, this complete guide to elementary school textbooks could actually be bought for about twenty yuan, but he would usually report an extra three or two yuan, and the extra money would naturally become his own allowance.

Incidentally, since the "Complete Explanation of Elementary School Textbooks" supplementary teaching material always comes with reference answers to the questions at the end of each lesson, and sometimes teachers will directly assign those questions as homework, or even use this as a temporary substitute when they don't have the textbook, in Chen Junqian's eyes, the "Complete Explanation of Elementary School Textbooks" has always been the king of cost-effectiveness among supplementary teaching materials.

"it is good."

After asking Chen Junqian, the two of them started talking about their work at the factory. It can only be said that in terms of their marital relationship, he was sometimes quite like an accident under the guise of true love. But then again, it was probably this relatively harmonious and relaxed family environment that allowed him to remain nostalgic about his childhood experiences for a long time after he became an adult.

After dinner, Chen Junqian volunteered to wash the dishes again. Although he didn't get paid much for it, he was just killing time. Since it was the beginning of the semester, he had already finished his little homework while he was bored in class.

With her son helping with the housework, Mom naturally slipped out to play mahjong. She's always had this hobby and often boasts that she has mahjong friends all over the factory. However, since the stakes are low, it's basically just a way to pass the time and socialize, so her family doesn't think much of it.

Meanwhile, his father was much busier. Chen Junqian remembered that his father was busy with job transfers or promotions during this period, so he often went to the factory at night to work overtime and organize production.

However, it was precisely because his parents were away from home for extended periods on two separate nights that he was able to use those days to embark on his dream of a shooting game with 300 million mouse clicks, immersing himself in the world of online games, online novels, and QQ Space.

Of course, that will have to wait until six months later when he cleverly cracks his own computer password. Right now, Chen Junqian's time after dinner, besides doing his homework, seems to be spent going downstairs to play with other kids living nearby, and then watching TV or reading books.

As the saying goes, adults play cards with adults, and children play cards with children. Chen Junqian just found a large stack of round cards in the second drawer of the bedside table.

Just as he thought of this, he heard his name being called downstairs.

Because it had been a long time, and they hadn't had any contact since graduating from elementary school and moving, Chen Junqian couldn't remember the names of the other children behind him, except for the boy who was leading the group. However, children sometimes don't care about such things when they play together; it's just more fun when there are more people.

After replying loudly, Chen Junqian took a large stack of round cards from the bedside table drawer and stuffed them into his pants pocket. He had mainly collected Ultraman or Digimon designs. The cards were quite hard, probably made of cardboard, and wrapped in a thin film. They shimmered when shaken.

After the children gathered together, Chen Junqian asked Duan Xin, the only boy he could still name who was the leader:

Where should we go today?

"The sun is still a bit strong, let's go under the tree."

Pointing to a tree not far away, five or six boys squeezed over and eagerly took out their round cards from their pockets.

The rules are simple: each person takes turns, and by flipping over other people's cards with their own, they can take those cards. It's easy to pick up and play, but winning every time requires some skill.

Like Duan Xin, he is the one among the children who is most adept at adapting his actions to the situation and position of the cards. Compared to others who only slap the cards hard and end up with nothing but dust, he has mastered a variety of basic techniques such as stomping (standing his own round card upright and lightly tapping the opponent's card with the edge), slicing (using skillful force to attack the opponent's slightly raised edge due to the terrain and make it flip over), and shoveling (aiming hard at the opponent's weak point to win by force). He can even use skillful 'spinning' to make the opponent's round card and his own rotate together to make it flip over. When combined, they are naturally invincible.

Chen Junqian, who hadn't played this game for at least a decade, couldn't gain any advantage against the elementary school student. By the time everyone was ready to leave, a quarter of the cards he had brought with him had already ended up in the other player's pocket.

"Let's play Three Kingdoms Kill tomorrow."

Perhaps feeling that always winning wasn't a good thing, Duan Xin, who understood the importance of sustainable resource utilization, immediately suggested this. Last month, he used his saved allowance to buy the complete standard version of Three Kingdoms Kill, thus solidifying his status among the kids. After all, without him as the host, the game really couldn't be started.

"Okay, I want to play with Xiao Qiao tomorrow. Her cards are so beautifully drawn."

"I want to play the one with the Malay sword... Lu Sun!"

"Zhao Yun's skills are too weak. Why is it that such a cool character in the cartoon only has the skills 'kill when you dodge' and 'dodge when you kill'?"

When the topic of Three Kingdoms Kill came up, several other kids got excited, but then someone said, "It's seven o'clock, Animation Dream Factory is showing it," and everyone scattered again.

For these primary school students, the children's channel's "Animation World" at noon and "Animation Dream Factory" and "Galaxy Theater" in the evening are probably the programs they least want to miss, and Chen Junqian is no exception.

With a nostalgic mindset, he returned home and turned on the TV, where he happened to hear Sister Deer and Bubble Dragon say the opening line, "Cartoon Fun Island, where happiness is indispensable."

After a few opening interactions, the animation for this season quickly began to air. However, the opening two lines of a grand and majestic song immediately struck Chen Junqian like a thunderbolt, and the words "Fifty-two episode animated series - Monkey King" appeared in gold.

"Playing with monsters, toying with demons, the Golden Cudgel will settle all disputes—"

So this is the animation Dream Factory on the children's channel that was showing at that time.

Upon hearing the familiar opening theme song sung by Sun Nan, the singer of the theme song for "The Legend of Nezha," in the same extended tone, Chen Junqian's memories came flooding back. No wonder he remembered that besides watching the classic animated film "Journey to the West" with its opening theme song, he had also watched another animated film featuring Sun Wukong as the main character when he was a child. This must be the one.

Speaking of which, he had just completed all the achievements of "Black Myth: Wukong" before his official rebirth. In a sense, it could be considered a cross-time collaboration. After all, the Monkey King Sun Wukong was indeed the first superhero that these children came into contact with. Every time he came home for summer vacation, he would pick the most handy stick from his grandparents' woodpile and practice his skills.

At 7:30, after Animation Dream Factory ends, it's time for Wisdom Tree.

When Chen Junqian saw Hong Guoguo, Lv Paopao, and the pink doll Xiao Gudong, whose identity as a child was unclear whether it was a lion or a hedgehog, saying the opening line, "Wisdom fruit on the wisdom tree, you and me under the wisdom tree, playing games in front of the wisdom tree, lots and lots of fun," he unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth while hugging his knees on the sofa.

After Wisdom Tree, the Galaxy Theater at 8 o'clock was probably the latest program he could watch at night when he was a child, since it was past 8 o'clock, which was also the time for him, a primary school student, to go to bed.

This season's broadcast is Dinosaur Babies.

Even after turning off the TV and obediently following his usual routine to wash his face and feet, and returning to his room to sleep under the covers, the melody of the first line of the theme song sung by JJ Lin still lingered in Chen Junqian's mind:

I stand on the roof of the world, looking at the heavens and the earth with a magnifying glass.

As for romantic comedies, let's save that for tomorrow.

On his first night after his rebirth, Chen Junqian slept soundly and peacefully, just like a child his age should have.

He dreamed that he was running with the wind in the fields, running with the clouds in the sky, and running through the water on the beach.

At this moment, he felt as if he had returned to the days when he neither felt nor believed that he would suddenly grow up. What he needed to do now was to climb over the mountain to chase a butterfly he had never seen before.

But such a scene will never reappear in a vague dream more than a decade later, leaving only an indescribable sense of loss upon waking.

Because Chen Junqian knew that when he opened his eyes again, he would still exist in this room from his childhood.

The beauty of the word "goodbye" lies in the fact that it signifies both farewell and reunion.

He is back.

My loved ones are still here, and my dearest friends are still young.

Chapter 3: Events can happen in real life too.

At 6:15 a.m., probably due to his body's natural biological clock, Chen Junqian woke up naturally. By the time his mother knocked on the door to wake him up, he was already putting on his school uniform.

Except for weekend mornings, the family usually doesn't cook. After all, the three of them don't have the same work and school schedules. Plus, there are all sorts of breakfast shops just a short walk away. So, after putting on his shoes, walking to the small sink in the bathroom, picking up the YaYaLe toothpaste (whose packaging is still quite flashy), brushing his teeth and washing his face, Chen Junqian casually took the four one-yuan coins his mother had placed on the living room table beforehand, and left with his schoolbag.

This was his money for bus fare and breakfast. His mother had put the money for the complete guide to elementary school textbooks in the outer compartment of his schoolbag beforehand, so that he wouldn't lose it if he put it in his pocket.

He glanced at the design on the coin again, which featured three lotus flowers and a national emblem, thus earning the right to linger on it a little longer.

Actually, the morning reading class at the experimental primary school he attends starts at around 7:30, but there's no way around it. Considering the time for breakfast and the journey by bus, getting up at 6:15 is indeed the latest time.

Although he did go to bed early last night, children this age are always sleepy. It wasn't until he stepped outside and was greeted by the cool morning breeze that Chen Junqian finally felt awake and began to think about his breakfast choices for the day.

Prices were still quite cheap at that time. Three yuan was enough for him to have a hearty breakfast. After all, even the most expensive bowl of old duck soup with rice crust on the stall in front of him only cost three yuan.

"Hey—Chen Junqian, let's go eat instant noodles at the school gate."

Just then, he suddenly heard Duan Xin's voice coming from behind him. He and Chen Junqian were in the same grade but not in the same class. However, because they lived close by, they usually went to school together and could be considered good friends. But Chen Junqian still felt somewhat reluctant to accept the suggestion that Duan Xin was making.

Just kidding. Before his rebirth, he was eating instant noodles while scratching his head at his desk, struggling with his manuscript. Now that he's been reborn, if he's still eating instant noodles, wouldn't that be a waste of his rebirth?

However, he could understand why Duan Xin would suddenly make such a suggestion. After all, when he was Duan Xin's age, he was also addicted to the taste of instant noodles. Although he hadn't reached the point of wishing to eat instant noodles every day, he would still eat breakfast at the instant noodle shop near the school gate a few times a week.

In fact, they were basically targeting the current enthusiasm of primary school students for instant noodles. That's why there were two stalls selling instant noodles near their primary school. Chen Junqian remembers that the two shops later fought a business war to grab the business from the primary school students. One expanded its store area to provide a temporary place for students to do their homework, while the other launched a promotion to give away a free bowl of seaweed soup. In the end, the latter failed miserably.

After all, catching up on homework is really important for elementary school students, and compared to seaweed soup, everyone is chugging instant noodle soup.

"No, I'll just buy a couple of pies today."

"Alright, I'll head over there now."

Because they chose different breakfasts, the two had to part ways temporarily.

Looking around at the breakfast shops, Chen Junqian stroked his chin, somewhat dazed.

Just as he said before his rebirth, neither Tujia-style savory pancakes nor Taiwanese hand-pulled pancakes actually existed in their small, third-tier county in the south. According to his impressions from his previous life, these two things were actually quite popular in their area for a while. If there was an opportunity in the future, he could consider them as a way to make his first fortune.

Thinking this, Chen Junqian leisurely finished the two meat pies and one shumai he had bought on his way to the bus stop, successfully saving one yuan and accumulating his first real pot of gold in his life. Then he took the bus and arrived at the gate of the Experimental Primary School again.

The elementary school was just as lively in the early morning as it was after school. Everywhere you could see students holding styrofoam bowls and disposable chopsticks, happily eating instant noodles. It was probably because it was almost time for the bell to ring for the morning reading class. Students who had just arrived and hadn't eaten breakfast had no choice but to buy a purple rice bread or a hamburger bun from the small shop in front of the shop and stuff it into their pockets to take to school.

Along with bread, another popular item that many primary school students find somewhat resentful is the red scarf.

As a symbol of primary school students, this is a mandatory requirement for entering the school. The two rows of "discipline officers" standing near the school gate are essentially doing this job. Under their watchful gaze, primary school students who forget to bring their red scarves have no choice but to obediently buy them on the spot at the small shop near the school gate.

In order to save money, everyone basically bought the cheapest five-cent red scarves. Chen Junqian himself had bought them before, and he was deeply impressed by their quality. They were crudely made, thin to the point of being almost transparent, and had a terrible feel. They could be easily torn into strips with just a little force.

Fortunately, he was wearing his red scarf today, so he was spared that trouble and walked straight into the school with his schoolbag on his back.

He arrived at a moderate time today, neither too early nor too late, before his deskmate, the boy Zhong Yu, had arrived in class.

It's quite a coincidence that Experimental Primary School isn't the kind of school that cracks down on early relationships and doesn't allow boys and girls to sit together. After all, it's only a primary school. But because there were more boys than girls in their class, a few boys ended up sitting together, and he and Zhong Yu were one of the victims.

As a victim of the same name as Xun Yu, my good classmate has, in a way, educated the whole class on the pronunciation of the character "彧" before the Three Kingdoms Kill game became popular, so that the embarrassing situation of "苟或" will not occur again.

Thinking of the name, Chen Junqian unconsciously looked up and glanced at the two people in front of him. If he remembered correctly, there was another student in the class who had left a deep impression on him because of his name.

Chen Junqian quickly found his target, but because the other person had her back to him, he could only see a flowing ponytail and a back view that was undoubtedly smaller than the other girls in the class.

Because girls develop faster than boys, girls are usually taller and stronger than boys during elementary school. But Lin Mu was an exception. Chen Junqian remembered that when they exchanged yearbook messages after graduating from elementary school, Lin Mu was even shorter than him before he started growing.

However, height was the key issue. What impressed Chen Junqian most about his elementary school classmate, besides the fact that they were in the same after-school care program, was actually her name.

Elementary school students' sense of humor and their quirky sense of humor are actually quite simple in a sense. Especially when reading aloud, if they read a word that sounds similar to the name of a classmate, they will naturally suppress their laughter or even burst into laughter. Lin Mu is the one who is most often the target of this.

After all, the name Lin Mu sounds quite nice at first glance, and it's also very easy to write. It's the kind of name that you wouldn't feel too bad if your teacher made you copy it a hundred times. But it's just too easy for it to collide with all sorts of homophones, whether it's "Lin Mu" (林木) or "Ling Mu" (陵墓), which has a nasal sound.

Especially the latter. Chen Junqian clearly remembers that this word appeared with an extremely high frequency in a Chinese class, to the point that everyone would secretly laugh whenever the Chinese teacher mentioned the word.

Thinking this, Chen Junqian propped his head up and observed her for a while longer. Suddenly, he noticed that she seemed to be frantically rummaging through her schoolbag looking for something. Her movements were so hurried that she almost knocked over the Weigang milk she had placed on the table.

Faced with this situation, Chen Junqian's first thought was naturally that the other person had forgotten to bring their homework, since this kind of thing is all too common. But after looking for a while, the other person stopped what they were doing and then handed in their homework smoothly when their group leader came to collect it.

"What are you looking at?"

Before long, Zhong Yu also came over, swinging his schoolbag. His desk drawer was always an unusual mess. After rummaging around for a while, he finally cleared a space for his schoolbag. As he asked, he couldn't help but yawn.

"Nothing, what time did you go to bed last night?"

"It's midnight... My brother called me to go play demolition, I'm exhausted."

Zhong Yu rubbed his eyes, handed the homework to the group leader who had come over, and then simply and decisively slumped onto the table:

"Call me when the teacher comes over, I'll catch up on some sleep first."

Chen Junqian knew that the "bombing" he was referring to was the bombing mode of CrossFire, also known as CF. It could be said that most of the boys in his class were playing this shooting game that had 300 million mouse clicks, but Zhong Yu was definitely the most addicted one. On the one hand, it was because he actually had a personal computer, and on the other hand, this guy was indeed a complete internet addict.

The "brother" he mentioned earlier wasn't a biological brother, but an online friend he met in the game. Besides "brothers" and "sisters," he also had a lot of "younger brothers" and "younger sisters" in his life, and I remember he even formed a team or guild later on.

The two actually kept in touch until junior high school, but by then Zhong Yu had started an online relationship. It seems he even did something like staying up all night for several nights in the Giant City ruins to farm the golden M249 from the crystal box for his online girlfriend, which made Chen Junqian grit his teeth when he heard it.

A few minutes later, almost all the students in the class had arrived, and the group leaders had also collected the homework. Chen Junqian, seeing the homeroom teacher coming over, quickly woke Zhong Yu up. Zhong Yu immediately perked up and began to read aloud the required passages aloud with feeling from the open Chinese textbook in his hand.

The homeroom teacher had only been gone for a short while when he seized the opportunity to pull a piece of candy from his pocket and stuff it into his mouth. His facial features contorted slightly before he let out a sigh of relief, and then he gave Chen Junqian another one.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed the incredibly sour "Showdown" drink. Chen Junqian, who saw no need to rely on this to stay awake with his deskmate, didn't eat it and casually stuffed it into his pocket.

As a perennial champion of staying up late, Zhong Yu's desk was always filled with all sorts of candies that he claimed were very effective at stimulating his senses. Of course, Chen Junqian believed that the other party simply wanted to eat candy. After all, in elementary school classrooms, the only snack that could be secretly eaten during class without being easily discovered by the teacher was candy.

Moreover, those bags of candy were, in another sense, the king of cost-effectiveness. Five cents or a dollar was enough to eat them all day, and they were also easy to share with classmates.

A quick glance at Zhong Yu's desk reveals a huge pile of cheap candies, such as Xiudou, Chenpi, preserved plum, and sour fruit soda.

Besides eating candy to pass the time, this kid also bought a lot of stationery for slacking off in class. As soon as the first class started, he immediately started playing with the winding maze that came with his toy ruler, swaying it left and right to control the little beads inside to slide from one end to the other and then back again. He was having a great time playing with it.

The various courses from elementary school are naturally nothing to Chen Junqian now. Before he knew it, he had started to slack off for two classes, just like yesterday. Finally, the long break arrived. Led by the homeroom teacher, the students filed out and were led to the playground to do their morning exercises.

Today wasn't Monday, so there was no flag-raising speech or ceremony. Instead, the morning exercise began. Watching Zhong Yu kick another boy's butt during the third leg-kicking exercise, Chen Junqian found it a bit funny. He imitated the movements of the students leading the exercise, stretching his body and enjoying the warm morning sunlight.

Before the third period in the morning, it was time for eye exercises. Chen Junqian heard Zhong Yu muttering to himself while doing the exercises:

"Sigh, I really want to be the eye exercise monitor. I can run around freely while everyone else is doing the exercises. Qian, why don't you come with me to ask the teacher? I remember they change the monitor every year at the beginning of the semester."

"You just don't want to do eye exercises, do you...?"

The two had only been chatting for a short while when they heard two loud "Hello, teacher!" coming from the doorway. Knowing that it was the committee member checking the eye exercises, they immediately shut up, as it wouldn't be good to lose points for their class.

"Thank you, teacher!"

The two inspectors walked around the classroom, solemnly marked the scores in their notebooks, and then left, making Zhong Yu envious once again.

However, Chen Junqian knew that this kid was only enthusiastic for a short time, because in the following two years, his internet addiction had grown even stronger. He had learned to press his Jingming acupoint while doing eye exercises and fall asleep at the same time. The time spent doing eye exercises became precious rest time, so he no longer thought about going out.

Before we knew it, the remaining two classes of the morning were finally over.