After Su Xiaoya woke up, she was very surprised to see Jiang Zhe who was reading a book.

Jiang Zhe just closed the book with a smile, "You can read it occasionally if you have novels or prose! I really can't read it if you have textbooks."

"Ah, I read your book without your permission, sorry!"

Su Xiaoya shook her head, and a glimmer of excitement flashed in her eyes.

"So, you like reading!"

"Of course, I have read no fewer books than you."

Jiang Zhe said with a smile.

"So which book is your favorite?"

Su Xiaoya looked at him with anticipation.

Jiang Zhe said without hesitation: "Of course it's Chen Dong's "Overseas Deep Space"."

Su Xiaoya looked confused. No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't remember the book and the author's name.

"The name sounds like science fiction!"

"No, it just sounds like that."

Jiang Zhe said casually.

A literary girl like Su Xiaoya has never been exposed to online novels at all, so she naturally doesn't know the name of the god who cheated on the gods.

"What do you think of this book?"

Su Xiaoya's eyes fell on "My Profession is a Novelist" at Jiang Zhe's hand, and asked Jiang Zhe very carefully.

Jiang Zhe just rolled his eyes casually, but it has to be said that the master's writing style and narrative style are indeed fascinating.

Even he, who loves to read online novels, was quickly immersed in it.

He picked up his arm and thought for a while before speaking: "Objectively speaking, it is a very attractive autobiographical novel. It is written intriguingly. It is obviously just a plain autobiography, but it makes people feel urge to continue reading."

After hearing Jiang Zhe's reply, Su Xiaoya suddenly smiled.

"This is my favorite book, and I can lend it to you if you like it."

Jiang Zhe hasn't read a paper version of books for a long time.

But since Su Xiaoya lent it to him, he naturally could not refuse.

After all, it is a pleasant thing to share your hobbies with people you like.

"Thank you then! I will definitely read it carefully after I go back."

"Um!"

A bright smile appeared on Su Xiaoya's face.

Seeing her sunny smile, some memories of the past flashed through Jiang Zhe's mind.

He remembered that after Su Xiaoya went to college, she submitted manuscripts to several novel weekly magazines under the pen name of Feiniao on the River, and was also a contracted author for a period of time.

As for how she developed later, Jiang Zhe was not very clear about her loss of contact with her.

However, he would buy two copies of the magazine every month.

"Xiaoya," Jiang Zhe looked at Su Xiaoya, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I have discovered your secret!"

"Are you writing a novel?"

Jiang Zhe stared at Su Xiaoya's eyes and asked with a smile.

"ah!"

When Su Xiaoya was asked by Jiang Zhe, she immediately waved her hands in front of her in a panic, and she strongly denied it.

"No, no, no...how did I have time to write novels? No..."

However, when she said this, she moved her eyes away and did not dare to look directly at Jiang Zhe.

This kind of action is mostly a sign of guilt when lying.

"Not right? If I guess correctly, this book should be the favorite thing for those who are inspiring to become novelists."

"After all, being able to understand the journey of literary masters becoming novelists is something countless novice novelists long to know."

Jiang Zhe analyzed it very well.

"No, I just like the author of this book."

"Isn't it right? In Haruki Murakami's books, this one is much less famous than "The Forest in Norway" or "Listening to the Wind". If you are a book fan, shouldn't you like these two more, right?"

"Is everyone's hobbies different?"

Su Xiaoya pouted, and she felt aura that I just didn't admit it no matter how you asked.

"Oh, is that? Then you look at my face and say."

Jiang Zhe said with a smile.

"What's there to say about this kind of thing?"

She refused to move her face.

"Oh? Is it?"

Jiang Zhe sighed, "Actually, I still want to see your works! Xiaoya is a talented girl in my eyes, and the works she wrote must be very exciting!"

Su Xiaoya pursed her lips, looking shy, but she also showed a hint of joy.

"No! I wrote badly and couldn't read it."

As a result, as soon as she said that, she immediately realized something was wrong. Doesn’t this mean admitting that she was secretly writing a novel?

In an instant, her face turned red, and she quickly lowered her head and did not dare to look at Jiang Zhe.

"Let me see!"

Jiang Zhe pulled the chair and approached Su Xiaoya, asking with a smile on his face.

"If you want to be a novelist, you must let others read the work! Otherwise, you will never be able to write a good work."

"And as a novel lover, I will definitely give you the most pertinent opinions!"

Jiang Zhe was good at guiding the way.

"No, it's too embarrassing!"

Su Xiaoya shook her head like a rattle.

When Jiang Zhe saw her appearance, he felt a little funny.

However, he could understand this reaction very well.

During his more than ten years of student life, he met several classmates who secretly wrote novels in his notebooks.

Usually after reading other people's novels or film and television works, they feel dissatisfied with the plot of the story, and then they write to make a second creation by themselves.

However, this kind of secretly created novel is usually only kept and slowly appreciated by yourself.

While I was looking forward to meeting readers who appreciated my works, I was also very afraid of being ridiculed by others.

So over time, a very contradictory mentality will be formed.

"Since I already know today, I must check it out! If you don't give it, I'll find it myself!"

Jiang Zhe smiled wickedly and looked at the room.

There are too few places to hide in a small room.

That kind of precious notebook will definitely not be placed under the bed, and daily creations need to be placed in a convenient position. So the most likely place is on the desk behind you.

He turned around, looked at the table and said that the textbooks, test papers and notebooks were all over the table, and then he went over to search for it.

"Ah! No!"

Su Xiaoya was so angry that she rushed over and hugged Jiang Zhe's waist, saying that she would not let him go over to see anything.

Jiang Zhe pointed to the table with a smirk, "So, the novel you wrote must be on it!"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, I haven't finished writing it yet. Even if I really want to read it, I'll wait until I finish modifying it!"

Su Xiaoya begged with a nervous look on her face.

"But, I really want to see everything about Xiaoya!"

Jiang Zhe stopped and turned around to touch her blushing face.

"I really want to read the novel you wrote!"

He said with a sincere look on his face.

Su Xiaoya was moved by Jiang Zhe's sincerity.

In fact, deep down in her heart, she also really longs for a soulmate to come and see her works.

"Then...you don't laugh at me after you finish watching it."
To be continued...