Jiang Ning ate her meal with relish, turning a blind eye to the strange looks from the three of them.
Mother Jiang looked at Jiang Ning and sighed. Although she was unhappy deep down, she couldn’t bring herself to say anything scolding. Jiang Ning was her daughter after all, and she had only just been found.
Father Jiang, however, had no such reservations. He spoke bluntly to Jiang Ning: “Both you and Xiao Yu are daughters of the Jiang family. Don’t always target her. Xiao Yu doesn’t owe you anything. She is very excellent, and you should learn from her.”
“I didn’t target her,” Jiang Ning said, putting down her bowl and chopsticks now that she was full. “I also plan to write a novel. You can all check it out when the time comes.”
Xiao Yu writes novels, and now she wants to learn to write them too. If that’s not targeting, what is?
If you’re going to lie, at least pick one that isn’t so easy to see through.
Jiang Liu couldn’t help laughing. “Alright, don’t sulk. Writing a novel isn’t that easy. You see Xiao Yu’s works are famous, but in reality, there are countless novels that no one reads.”
“Besides, you haven’t had much education and grew up in the countryside. Finding an easy job is the proper thing to do. Don’t waste time on this sort of thing.”
“You are a child of the Jiang family. Although you don’t have to do anything, you should eventually find something to do.”
Father Jiang and Mother Jiang tacitly agreed with Jiang Liu’s words and stopped talking to Jiang Ning.
Jiang Ning didn’t bring up the matter again either.
After all, she hadn’t even chosen a pen name yet. It wouldn’t be too late to tell them after she wrote two chapters. Of course, not telling them was fine too.
After lunch, Jiang Ning went to her room and turned on the computer.
The System diligently recommended the most famous “Sky Dream Literature Network” on the planet to Jiang Ning.
Jiang Ning searched for Sky Dream Literature Network, bound her phone number to register an account, thought for a moment, and chose the pen name “Elder of Urban Legends” (Guaitan Laoren).
The System reminded her: [Recently, Sky Dream Literature Network has been supporting romance-related works. If a newcomer writes this genre, it’s easier to get recommendations and exposure. Ningning, you can try it too. Write some romance novels.]
Jiang Ning nodded. She knew the System wouldn’t lie to her. She seriously looked at the book titles being recommended on the homepage, then typed the words Those Years I Was a Survival Game BOSS in the title field.
It didn’t look like a romance novel at all.
It wasn’t that Jiang Ning didn’t want to write romance; she simply didn’t know how. After all, she was originally an NPC in a survival game.
How could an NPC write about sweet, sappy love? She couldn’t do it.
The System hesitated. It knew Jiang Ning wanted to write about her experiences, but based on big data, this kind of survival genre was very niche right now and had few readers.
[Ningning isn’t going to write romance? After all, readers in this world like sweet love stories.]
Jiang Ning thought for a moment and said, “Not for now. Let’s leave it like this. This is the only thing I know how to write right now.”
Since Jiang Ning said so, the System had no objections to her decision and continued to watch her next moves.
The new book was created successfully.
Jiang Ning began filling in the synopsis. She thought for a moment and wrote a single line: The things I saw and heard during those years I was a Survival Game BOSS.
The synopsis looked boring and unlikely to attract readers’ interest.
The System opened its mouth to say something, but seeing Jiang Ning already seriously starting to type, it shut up.
Forget it. I can talk to her after she finishes typing. Interruptions are taboo during the creative process.
The System watched Jiang Ning write the novel from the side and discovered that her writing was a bit better than it had imagined.
This gave it a glimmer of hope for the data on Jiang Ning’s novel.
Jiang Ning didn’t know the technicalities of writing a novel, but as a Survival BOSS, her brain was packed with rich material.
For instance, the current situation in the Jiang family could be used. And coincidentally, that ghost on Jiang Shu was also good scare material.
At 9 PM, Jiang Ning finished writing. She clicked publish and ignored everything else, going straight to bed.
The System nervously looked at Jiang Ning’s novel, feeling conflicted.
It started out okay, but the more it read, the less it looked like a romance novel.
It was actually pretty scary.
The System worriedly browsed through the Sky Dream Literature Network, where sweet pets and romance reigned supreme, fearing that Jiang Ning’s novel would sink like a stone into the ocean, unable to even get a contract.
The next morning, Jiang Shu returned.
The Jiang family was all present except for Jiang Yu, sitting around the dining table.
Jiang Ning arrived late, calmly sitting down to drink her porridge.
Opposite her, Jiang Shu stared at her, extremely displeased.
When he came back this morning, the housekeeper told him that Jiang Yu had left the house to avoid Jiang Ning. As a “Sister Complex” sufferer since childhood, Jiang Shu now found Jiang Ning’s face increasingly detestable.
The calmer and breezier Jiang Ning was, the angrier he became.
The weird energy on Jiang Shu licked him excitedly. Jiang Shu’s rage intensified. Anger rushed to his head, and he started shouting abuse.
“Some people should really look in the mirror! Do you really think you can do whatever others can do? You haven’t even finished high school and can’t even speak clearly, yet you want to learn to write novels like someone as talented as Sister?”
When Jiang Shu said this, his eyes were fixed on Jiang Ning. It wasn’t even an indirect insult anymore; he was practically naming her.
Mother Jiang sighed. Her son was starting again. Ever since Jiang Ning came home, there has been noise every day. “Xiao Shu, don’t always target Ningning.”
Jiang Shu was unconvinced. “When did I target her? Didn’t she ask for it herself? From the first day she came to our house, she grabbed Sister’s things, and now she’s driven Sister away.”
“You all say Sister left on her own, but if it weren’t for her, we would all be sitting here eating together happily right now! Sister is much better than her!”
This statement completely denied Jiang Ning’s identity, treating her as an outsider.
Jiang Ning put down her soup bowl, looked at Jiang Shu, and nodded. “That actually makes sense. But if I hadn’t been born, she probably wouldn’t have grown up in the Jiang family either. I heard that on that day at the hospital, only she and I were born. I don’t know how we got switched.”
Mother Jiang looked guilty.
Jiang Shu’s eyes widened. He felt Jiang Ning was using the switch at birth to make a point again. He opened his mouth angrily to curse her, but was cut off by Mother Jiang.
Mother Jiang: “You suffered in the past. If you don’t want to work, you can just stay at home. Mom and Dad can still afford to support you, and it’s safer at home.”
Looking at Jiang Ning’s frail body, Mother Jiang suddenly remembered how wretched Jiang Ning looked the day she arrived at the Jiang house.
Not knowing what hardships she had suffered, she quickly changed the subject to show concern: “By the way, didn’t you say you wanted to write a novel? Where do you plan to write, or what are you writing about?”
Jiang Ning nodded slightly. “My novel is already published on Sky Dream Literature Network. My pen name is Elder of Urban Legends. It’s a romance novel. If you are interested, you can go take a look.”
Jiang Shu scoffed. “What kind of romance novel can you write? It’s not going to be some old-fashioned ‘Domineering CEO Falls in Love with Me,’ is it?”
That remark attacked a large chunk of authors in one go.
Although it was true that Jiang Ning probably couldn’t write anything good, that was a bit excessive.
Mother Jiang’s smile faded. She opened her mouth to admonish her younger son, but her eldest son beat her to it.
Jiang Liu looked at Jiang Shu, frowning. He didn’t mention Jiang Yu but warned, “What nonsense are you spouting? Aren’t those novels popular right now? Use your brain and don’t say things like that again.”
Jiang Shu knew he had said something mindless just to attack Jiang Ning. Seeing that Mother Jiang’s sympathy had been aroused by Jiang Ning, he knew continuing would only anger his mother. He shut his mouth resentfully.
Jiang Ning finally got some peace.
Jiang Shu buried his head and finished his breakfast, thinking hatefully that he would just have to see what kind of trash this village girl from the countryside could write.
When the time came, he would mock her mercilessly and let her know how high the sky was and how thick the earth was.
Her? Write a novel?
Heh.
If she can write a good novel, sows will climb trees!