I turned reality into a romantic comedy

After a long absence, Chen Junqian logged back into his account and entered the Shanghai server. It was around 7 PM, peak time, and most channels were packed with players. However, Chen Junqian was quite familiar with this and simply pressed the Enter key with his left index finger, clicked on a channel with the left mouse button, and the moment the window popped up saying the server was full, he started frantically pressing the Enter key and the left mouse button at the same time. After dozens of frantic clicks, he finally managed to get in.

Subconsciously, Chen Junqian entered his personal inventory. Since he hadn't spent any money, he had purchased almost all his weapons with GP (free currency). He casually went to the store and bought an M60 machine gun. With a nostalgic mindset, he entered the room and played two rounds of the Biohazard map. Before he knew it, it was around eight o'clock when he got bored and quit the game.

The main video creation platform in this era is still Aipai. In a while, as the popularity of CrossFire continues to increase, a large number of content creators will emerge on it. I remember that I also followed the trend and changed my ID to something like "Zuo Shou Haiou Hun" or "Yi Gan Qin Shou Ni".

Chen Junqian didn't have any particular interest in making game live streams. After all, his skills in any game he had played were not outstanding, and besides, he was still a primary school student. He would just watch the videos occasionally to pass the time, as before.

As for video streaming platforms, they mainly use Tudou and PPTV. He watched many TV series and cartoons on these platforms when he was a child.

Just as Chen Junqian closed the Aipai video website, glanced at the time, and was about to wash up and go to bed, another QQ notification sound accompanied him, and someone sent him a new message:

"Why are you online at this hour? It's not the weekend, is it?"

A glance at the other person's nickname revealed only a single character—'Autumn'—and the profile picture was a green plant, making it resemble, in some ways, a WeChat account belonging to a middle-aged or elderly person a decade or more from now.

Although this account had few friends to begin with, and Chen Junqian was never the type to intentionally divide his contacts into multiple groups, most of his friends, including Lin Mu who had just added him, were crammed into the default "My Friends" list. However, the other person was still placed in a separate list, named "Sister".

Seeing this, Chen Junqian remembered that the other person was someone he had met a few months ago when he was playing Mole Manor. The two of them were quite obsessed with online games on 4399, from Seer to Mole Manor to Oobi Island and Rock Kingdom. He remembered that he was also tricked by the other person into playing Fairy Flower for a while.

As for why he was the older sister, it was because the other party actually went to great lengths to pull out the household registration book from home to prove that she was indeed two years older than him.

In Chen Junqian's memory, their online relationship, which they got along quite well with, ended completely around the time he was in elementary school. Although they didn't delete each other afterward, they didn't chat much, except for one time.

That must have been when he was in junior high and she was in high school. At that time, due to family changes and academic pressure, he suddenly gained weight like a balloon being blown up. Although he quickly adjusted through diet and exercise after entering high school, he still went through a period of time that he didn't want to look back on.

Even Chen Junqian himself had forgotten why he suddenly contacted the other person back then, pouring out all his messy feelings as if talking to a tree hole or a trash can. But he clearly remembered that after the other person quietly listened to everything this childhood friend he hadn't contacted in a long time had to say, they gave him a new nickname that was completely devoid of any malice or insult:

Big White.

It was early 2015, not long after the animated film "Big Hero 6," co-produced by Disney and Marvel, was officially released in mainland China.

Chapter Seven: The Power of Words

"I figured out the password to the home computer, so now even if it's not the weekend, I can go online for a while when my parents aren't home."

After many years, when he saw the online friend on QQ who had never met him but had genuinely comforted him, Chen Junqian couldn't help but smile, and his fingers tapped the keyboard more quickly.

About six months after that long chat, or rather, one-sided confiding, the other person never logged into that QQ account again, turning it into a genuine gray avatar that never popped up again, and their online relationship was completely severed.

However, that was something that was a bit far into the future, so he naturally couldn't inquire about it at this point in time. Therefore, the two chatted as before, sharing the songs they were listening to recently, talking about the online games they were playing, and the novels and comics they were reading.

In a sense, the two of them are quite similar to the pen pal relationship that was popular in the last era. The only difference is that their way of communicating has changed from writing letters to the internet. But the essence is not much different. They are both in a situation where they know very well that the other cannot interfere with or affect their reality. On the contrary, they can easily say things to each other that they cannot say to anyone offline.

Perhaps because he is two years older than him now, and will be a junior high school student next year, compared to the comics that Chen Junqian's class is keen on, such as "Zhiyin Manke", "Sa Manhua", and "Manhua Party", the other person usually prefers to read text-based magazines such as "Manke Xiaoshuo Hui" and "Huahuo".

In his previous life, Chen Junqian had read a few of the books because of the other party, but it was not his cup of tea, especially "Fireworks". Just by looking at the series names such as "Love That Overwhelms the City", "White Sorrow" and "Blue Scars", you could basically tell what kind of style they were.

However, Chen Junqian does not deny that this writing style and subject matter has a super strong impact on a specific age group of audiences. Moreover, this fresh and melancholic literary youth style is indeed more acceptable to him than the "Shamate" style that is full of Martian language and makes him bring cement to the village entrance to meet.

Especially now, with the passage of time, when he clicks into Qiu's QQ space homepage again and sees the words listed by the other party in the background, such as "carving pain, the darkest black is betrayal, the most painful pain is forgiveness" and "Yes, I said I believe you, but even Believe has a Lie hidden in the middle," Chen Junqian still feels much more comfortable than seeing the various CP abbreviations and simple battle cries in the textbooks of his relatives' children of about the same age before his rebirth.

Perhaps it was because of this interest that Chen Junqian always remembered her as a very thoughtful girl. When chatting with her, he would easily forget what emojis to send, and half an hour would pass in a clean, back-and-forth conversation.

After agreeing to play QQ Speed ​​together this weekend, around nine o'clock, the two finally ended their chat. Chen Junqian then turned off his computer, went to the kitchen to get an old-fashioned thermos, poured himself some hot water to wash his face and feet, and went to bed after washing himself thoroughly.

Thinking about it carefully, he actually met many people and encountered many things today. Perhaps many of them will seem like turning points in his life when he looks back on them someday, but that's another story.

As a fourth-grade elementary school student, he was so sleepy that he fell asleep immediately.

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As it turned out, Zhong Yu's information network was quite accurate.

With the start of the new semester, Chen Junqian has temporarily gotten used to calling the school's 'Disciplinary Committee members'... probably because of some system.

The disciplinary committee members, whose main task is to check students' attire, hairstyles, and whether they are wearing red scarves at the school gate in the morning, and who also serve as supervisors of eye exercises and hygiene inspections, are indeed being replaced.

When the homeroom teacher announced the matter, Zhong Yu, who was sitting next to him, immediately pulled him up and raised his hand to sign up without saying a word, completely disregarding the fact that he might not be able to get up in the morning and come to school early.

Frankly speaking, for elementary school students who have not yet shaken off their absolute egocentricity, this kind of task is actually quite thankless, unless they are the ultimate "king of the roll" who are determined to put three stripes on their shoulders at this young age. Most students in the class have little interest in this task.

Including the two of them, only Lu Cheng, the class monitor who always gives face to the homeroom teacher and never lets the class fall silent, signed up.

However, it seemed that because each class had to select at least four people, the homeroom teacher scanned the class and then asked, "Are there any other students who want to sign up?" After everyone looked around, they saw a girl slowly raise her hand.

Chen Junqian took a closer look and recognized her as Xu Youwei, whom he thought he had met yesterday. The homeroom teacher seemed quite satisfied with this candidate and quickly made the decision with a wave of her hand.

"Okay, then it's the four of you. Remember to go to the academic affairs office for an interview after school today. It's the second one from the left on the fourth floor."

Zhong Yu had initially thought he would be taking office immediately, but upon hearing about this selection process, his initial enthusiasm quickly waned. He muttered to Chen Junqian in a low voice:

"I hope it doesn't take too long... I still need to help the students in the next class with their activities tonight, three of them!"

As a teenager addicted to the internet and owning a personal computer, perhaps influenced by his businessman father, or perhaps simply wanting to earn some money for in-game purchases, Zhong Yu had long ago started offering services such as boosting levels and logging in for others. Chen Junqian remembered that especially when CrossFire was offering various gun giveaway events, this kid would switch between several accounts in one night to complete tasks. Unfortunately, he later fell deeply in love with an online girlfriend and devoted all his attention to her.

Lu Cheng, the class monitor who had just raised his hand to volunteer, happened to be sitting in front of the two of them. Upon hearing these words, he immediately turned around and said:

"If you're this busy, I feel like even if you get elected, Zhong Yu, you won't be able to get up every morning, right? Right now, you're squeezing in your morning study time."

"Let's talk about it after we're selected, or we can just do something casually this afternoon. Oh, class monitor, I've already credited the Taomi card you bought last time to your MiMi account. Please check it next time you log in."

"Okay, but that will have to wait until the National Day holiday."

As a student who had been the class monitor since the first grade, Chen Junqian actually had a pretty good impression of Lu Cheng. Rather, the class monitor in elementary school didn't really have anything to do. In terms of management, the group leader who was responsible for collecting homework every day, the academic representative who was responsible for delivering homework to the teacher, and the subject representative who conveyed the day's homework from each subject teacher were all better off managing the class.

If we really had to put it into words, the relationship between the three of them is actually quite similar to a lyric from the theme song of the show "Fruit Warriors," which just premiered this year. Lu Cheng is the one who "aspires to be a pillar of society," Zhong Yu is responsible for "devising business strategies," and Chen Junqian, well, he's just "too lucky," since being reborn isn't something everyone gets to experience.

After finishing his morning classes with these scattered and chaotic thoughts, Chen Junqian returned to the after-school care center and was immediately approached by Lin Mu.

"Why did you sign up for such tiring work this morning? Are you trying to get a 'Three Good Student' award at the end of the semester?"

Yesterday at the market, Lin Mu was refusing to eat this or that, but in this public setting, he calmly and steadily ate all the green vegetables like a rabbit, a stark contrast to the children next to him who were picking through their food and making a mess.

"No, Zhong Yu dragged me along, mainly because he wanted to try it out."

Chen Junqian swallowed a mouthful of stir-fried carrot shreds. Because the daycare center always cooked large pot meals for lunch, the food was only so-so. No wonder many other children around him were trying their best to get rid of the daycare aunties and dump the leftovers in their bowls into the kitchen slop bucket.

"Besides, I saw that Xu Youwei also signed up, didn't she?"

"Weiwei, she probably thinks it's fun too, but I'm not really interested in it. Every morning I not only have to get up earlier, but I also have to stand from when the school gate opens until it's almost closing. Even though it's a shift change, it's still tiring to think about. The only good thing is that I don't have to do eye exercises or clean the classroom area, right?"

"really."

"Oh right, here you go."

As if suddenly remembering something, Lin Mu quickly took something out of his school uniform pocket and placed it in front of Chen Junqian:

"This is the milk I deliberately didn't drink this morning, I'm giving it to you."

As one of the better-off children in the class, Lin Mu's parents also subscribed to daily milk for their daughter. Every morning, a milkman would put the milk into the Weigang Milk Box at the entrance of the house.

"If you give me this to drink, aren't you afraid I won't grow tall?"

Chen Junqian didn't stand on ceremony. After taking the milk, he took out a straw, inserted it, took a sip, and then gestured with his chin towards Lin Mu, making a joke.

"Whether I grow taller or not isn't determined by one or two bottles of milk... well, because of scientific principles. Anyway, we're only in fourth grade now, so I have many more years to grow taller!"

Perhaps because he was genuinely concerned about his height, Lin Mu's eyes darted around unconsciously as he spoke, and he seemed somewhat lacking in confidence.

You should know that in addition to milk every morning, she also drinks Ovaltine that her parents specially buy for her, and even tries to jump on the bed a few times every night according to a folk remedy she saw on QQ Space. However, her height is still in a rather awkward situation, especially compared to the many girls in her class who have already started to grow taller.

Putting everything else aside, her best friend Xu Youwei was several centimeters taller than her, so Lin Mu herself was always intentionally placed in the front row by the homeroom teacher during round after round of seat changes, enduring the chalk dust in exchange for a classroom environment where her view wouldn't be blocked.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing I need to tell you, Chen Junqian."

"what's up?"

"It's that...you said yesterday you'd make me fried rice today, but...but..."

At this point, Lin Mu suddenly stammered, a little embarrassed, and tremblingly held up a finger, avoiding his gaze:

"There's only one sausage left in the fridge, or rather, more than half a sausage, so is that enough?"

"...Where did the other one go? Did the mice in the house sneak into the refrigerator and eat it? That's quite thoughtful of them, they even left some."

"I'm not a mouse... although I did eat it."

Perhaps because there was no tofu to cover her face today, Lin Mu simply picked up the stainless steel rice bowl unique to childcare centers to shield her eyes, only revealing her two eyes as she looked at Chen Junqian, her voice unconsciously softening:

“Last night, Weiwei suddenly told me that eating raw ham sausage was quite delicious, so I tried it and this is what happened.”

"So you've never tried eating it raw before?"

"No, we usually only use the sausages we buy to stir-fry cucumber slices or put them in the three-delicacy soup. And if we want to eat sausages, we used to just buy hot dogs or grilled sausages at the school gate, or fried starch sausages."

Lin Mu blinked honestly as she answered, but compared to her usual clear-headed naiveté, Chen Junqian became interested in Xu Youwei, whom she mentioned again. After all, he had seen her eating raw, uncut braised tofu and tofu skin rolls yesterday, and today he heard her telling her best friend that she was eating raw ham sausage. It was hard not to be curious.

"Actually, it's nothing. Even if you eat all the sausages, it'll just turn the sausage and egg fried rice into plain egg fried rice. In the end, it'll all end up in your stomach anyway."

After offering this comforting remark, which sounded like Lin Mu had been caught sneaking food from home by her parents, Lin Mu immediately smiled again, quickly put the bowl down from in front of her face, and her ponytail swayed back and forth, making Chen Junqian feel an urge to grab it.

"When Mom and Dad come back, I'll ask them for pocket money to treat you to breakfast for a week, no, a month!"

As if he felt that a simple thank you last night wasn't enough, Lin Mu added another reward. Although he still felt a little sorry for Chen Junqian for taking risks with a kitchen knife and playing with fire last night, he couldn't think of any better compensation he could offer.

"Actually, a week is enough. I'll just feed you dinners for a week."

Chen Junqian shook his head at this.

Friendships between children of this age are always the purest and most passionate, but just like the text "The Antelope Carving" that they will learn in their Chinese textbook three years later in junior high, such actions and promises that are a temporary outlet for emotional expression can sometimes become boomerangs at some point in the future.

"Didn't Lin Mu say last night that I could come to your house anytime? That means we're friends, and friends should help each other out."

"...Then let's pinky swear."

It's unclear which line touched Lin Mu's heart, but she suddenly and earnestly extended her little finger towards Chen Junqian.

"it is good."

Chen Junqian was stunned for a moment, but he still subconsciously reached out and hooked the other person's little finger, gently shaking it from side to side.

On September 1st, a few days ago, Jiang Nan officially began the story of "Dragon Raja" in "Manke·Xiaoshuohui". The concept of superpowers such as "Word Spirit" began to become widely popular among students, just like the seventh sense in "Stealing the Stars in September".

However, unlike the fictional ability in the story to alter reality through dragon script and language, which can only be used by dragons and some hybrids with dragon blood, Chen Junqian suddenly realized something else at this moment.

In fact, these ordinary mortals may also possess a power called the power of words, but sometimes it is as fragile as a piece of paper, and sometimes it is incredibly solid, lasting for more than ten or even several decades.

"Pinky promise, a hundred years from now, whoever breaks it is a dog!"

Its name is commitment, also known as agreement.

Chapter 8: Childhood Sweethearts Should Understand Each Other

Without a doubt, Xu Youwei is a somewhat strange girl. Even Lin Mu, who is her best friend in class, sometimes feels embarrassed to have such thoughts.

Her academic performance was neither good nor bad, and her athletic ability was similar. However, she was particularly enthusiastic about participating in various group activities. Whether it was giving speeches, singing in the choir, or signing up for events, she would always raise her hand. But she didn't seem to want to win individual awards or bring glory to the class, because she was basically eliminated in the first round of most competitions, but she always tried again and again.

Lin Mu and Xu Youwei had a good relationship because one time a student who was supposed to be doing chores with her secretly ran away. After school, she was left alone to clean up the mess in the classroom until almost no one was left in the entire school building. For some reason, Xu Youwei, who was still at school at that time, took the initiative to help with the rest.

When it comes to after school, Lin Mu inevitably becomes more curious about Xu Youwei. Just like she and Chen Junqian said, they never quite figured out which direction in the city Xu Youwei lived in. Xu Youwei had so much free time after school that it was unimaginable to Lin Mu, as if she had no parents to care for her.

But even if the parents haven't finished get off work yet, it would be more reliable to hand the child over to an after-school care provider for the evening shift, rather than letting a primary school student wander around outside alone.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Lin Mu went to the market with Chen Junqian yesterday. It was only because her parents weren't home this week. Normally, if she comes home a little late, she gets questioned.

"After school, Weiwei, do you want me to go with you?"

During the break before the last class, Lin Mu took the initiative to ask Xu Youwei the same question.

The other person was engrossed in playing a 'find the picture' game. It was a game book called 'Hidden Picture', where each page contained several hidden items of various sizes.

Theoretically, this is a game that can be played by one person and then another person can play it without any problem. After all, you can just find one and silently cross it out in your mind. However, Xu Youwei was quite persistent in using colored pencils to outline and color out those hidden pictures one by one, turning them into a one-time game and losing their value for replayability. In a sense, it was quite extravagant.

"No need, Mu Mu, you should go back first."

In response to Lin Mu's question, Xu Youwei raised her head slightly. Her short, ear-length hair, which seemed to have been intentionally styled by her family, looked neat and well-behaved. However, the little tiger teeth that appeared at the corners of her mouth when she smiled and her mischievous smile made her look somewhat out of place with the temperament that the hairstyle gave her.

"Anyway, I might not be selected. I was just killing time anyway, otherwise it would be too embarrassing for the teacher."