"Eh? Is this a novel written by Xiao Meng?" Su Jiameng was daydreaming heavily when she heard Lucy’s slightly curious words, prompting her to look towards her. She saw a hint of curiosity on Lucy’s face, "What type of novel is it?"

A novel... Su Jiameng’s lips twitched slightly without her realizing it. She hadn’t expected her "diary" to be considered a novel. Before she could deny it, Lucy continued, "It doesn’t really look like a novel; it seems more like an outline... Xiao Meng?"

Su Jiameng lowered her eyes slightly and said softly, "It’s not a novel; it’s just some random snippets I wrote out of boredom to pass the time."

"I see, that’s a real pity..." Lucy rested a hand on Su Jiameng’s shoulder and craned her neck to look at the virtual screen in front of her. "Even though it’s very brief, I get the feeling that if this story was written out, it would turn out pretty well!"

Su Jiameng secretly rolled her eyes and smiled bitterly. If she were to write this story out, she might become the weirdest author in history, right? In this story, regardless of their role or charisma, every character that appears will eventually meet their demise. Heh... Even at the end, the protagonist of this story dies with regret.

If such a novel were actually written, there’s a ninety-nine percent chance it would be criticized by readers as the "most eunuch-like, most unsuccessful, and most dramatic" novel, right? Of course... these criticisms presuppose someone actually reads the story...

"I’m not interested, and I don’t have the time," Su Jiameng said distantly as she looked at the text filling the screen. "After all, it’s someone else’s story; no matter how much I write, I can’t capture their most genuine thoughts..."

"Xiao Meng, that statement is really puzzling... You’re just a sixteen-year-old girl mom, don’t put on the world-weary face of a sixty-year-old, okay?" Lucy grumbled, tugging at Su Jiameng’s cheeks, making a reddish tinge appear on her slightly hollow face.

Su Jiameng was helpless as Lucy mumbled further. "A novel, isn’t it all imagination? Who writes their real-life experiences? But if you don’t want to write, that’s okay too. After all, following your feelings and making yourself happy is what’s most important."

Making yourself happy is the most important? Su Jiameng felt the frustration in her heart ease up considerably at Lucy’s obviously biased remark. Jokingly, she said, "I already know that... Actually, writing a novel seems pretty nice too. You can express the stories in your mind and share them with a variety of strangers whom you don’t know at all. Nobody knows who the author is or what kind of past they have..."

"Hmm... From what you’re saying, it seems like you have the intention to write?" Lucy’s eyes widened in surprise and then she smiled sweetly, "If that’s the case, Xiao Meng, you have to let me see the novel draft. As someone who’s been a bookworm for over a decade, I might be able to give you some good advice... Xiao Meng, what do you think?"

Su Jiameng’s eye twitched involuntarily. Can she say that she has no such intentions at all? But...

When she thought about it, maybe writing her past stories as a novel wouldn’t be too bad? Su Jiameng thought far into it. Although the novel might seem ordinary, it has the potential to accumulate a captivating influence over time. If she mixes in some information about the Insect Race and telekinesis, it might serve as an awakening bell for those who come across it by chance?

Even if it doesn’t achieve that purpose, seeing these words could comfort her. At least they would serve as proof that her second life truly existed, and not as a dream within a dream? She thought for a bit, then nodded and said, "I have that plan."

Heaven knows, ever since Su Jiameng graduated from her first life, she hadn’t written a composition exceeding eight hundred words. In her second life, she often wrote military intelligence reports, but their format followed a certain pattern and weren’t difficult to write... Writing a novel? Can someone tell her how to write one?

Su Jiameng vaguely responded to Lucy’s words while fretting about how to tackle the problem of writing a novel. For someone who hasn’t written a formal composition in ages, the task of writing a novel seemed daunting and challenging! She felt it would be really tough to complete.

However, being a broad-minded person, she didn’t dwell on such a minor issue for long and soon found peace with it. In her view, writing a novel should be similar to storytelling; she just needed to write down what she imagined.

"Alright, it’s settled then. I want to see the drafts in advance!" Lucy eagerly took on the task, leaving Su Jiameng without even the strength to sigh. She only answered the first question, so how did Lucy manage to ’solve’ all the subsequent issues?