"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!"
