Blue-Purple Diamond's Mood Notes

 This

is a notebook written by Lan Ziyouling, using myself as an example. Why do I say I care about money? Because money is quite important to me. From childhood to adulthood, I've been exhausted from studying or working, so money is indeed very important to me; otherwise, I wouldn't be able to afford my own life

.

Now, let me briefly introduce this character: I'm probably gentle, polite, humble, and pragmatic, only trusting the money in my hands. I've endured hardship and overcome difficulties. I'm not one to be a dependent, effeminate woman. A man can be mine, but his strength must be mine. I navigate this pragmatic world step by step, or perhaps not step by step.

This AI-written version of me doesn't really resemble me. Sigh, my life path is rather complicated. I encountered many setbacks at the beginning. Later, I did earn some money, but unfortunately, I got involved in marriage. My father kept pressuring me to get married, and it was during this pressure that I realized I had to get married quickly. But seven years have passed, from 19 to 25, and I'm still unmarried. So, this step-by-step approach might not be very reliable.

This

"carving a path out of the dust" is truly real, living as your own king—this AI-written introduction is quite good.

Now, let's expand it into a longer piece. The opening scene is

Lan Zi Nuan, not standing in front of a high-rise apartment's floor-to-ceiling window, fingertips lightly touching the cool glass. He's in a dilapidated factory, doing the lowest-level delivery work—he's a customer service representative. So, this is actually my personal notes, but what he's writing is his, well, AI's personal notes. My life isn't actually like this, so this is my own personal note, hence the slight difference in his writing. It seems sometimes I still need to revise it. I used to write my own novels, but then I started relying on AI. It's probably because I'm a bit different from AI, in terms of lifestyle and habits.

Sometimes, I just enjoy reading stories, haha. So, I used to write novels, then I got used to writing novels and drawing, and then I stopped doing that. Outside the window is the bustling city night scene, car lights forming a flowing galaxy.

When I was working as a customer service representative at a courier company, I was tricked again. He said that the ¥1 bottle could be cut open with a knife. He said

you could cut it open and then smear the contents on other items. At the time, I didn't know why he would do that, but I knew he was my boss, so I was tricked. So, the office lights in the building he described going out one by one don't seem like me.

It seems like I'm someone who's been drained of energy by life. I stand in the heart of this bustling city, yet I feel like an outsider. After working there for a while, I was mistakenly accused of vandalizing

company property, so I stopped going. Actually, that period was quite tough for me; I only had a few hundred yuan left. It was a

tough time. I didn't report it to the boss because I was worried I wouldn't be able to continue, so I resigned. Things were actually quite good after I quit. I found another job, but I feel like there are pitfalls everywhere in this world, so there's nothing I can do. Maybe I'm not a very likable person, so when I entered the workforce, I was overwhelmed. Then I started my own long-running novel series.

So, let's just imagine for now. This AI-written version doesn't quite resemble me; I'll revise it. I know this dignity was hard-earned. I was never born glamorous. The poverty of my childhood, the hardship of my youth, and the survival pressures I had to face as an adult—all these experiences have made me clear-headed and pragmatic. He didn't believe any of the empty sentimentality, the hollow promises, or the fleeting sweet words. He only believed in one thing: money.

Money truly is my armor. Why do I say that the only thing I can hold onto in this world is the security money brings me? Because I've been nearsighted since childhood, and my parents couldn't afford laser eye surgery, so my eyesight is irreversible. Without glasses, I can't see the tiny print clearly, so I have to wear them to see the words. Therefore, sometimes photos I take without my glasses are probably my most authentic self. But sometimes, I can't even tell myself clearly. For money, I've endured a lot. I've worked in many places, been emotional, experienced a lot of pressure, and often been criticized. Many people have said I'm unworthy of this, unworthy of that, unworthy of this, unworthy of that.

Sometimes I feel I'm quite smooth, that I've controlled my emotions well enough. But sometimes, when you're being schemed against, you know that kind of pressure, the feeling of being on your head, it's like you could just die in an instant. And then... I... I thought I'd just stay home and write novels. But these novels are based on reality. And I can't write about reality. Originally, I was writing ancient-style novels, but then I couldn't continue. You know, my life was really bad,

and then I started to become abnormal.

You know what abnormal means? It's when I'm writing novels, I become exceptionally abnormal.

For example, when writing anime, I make things that can't speak talkable. But there's one thing: it's not a person, it's an object.

I habitually treat objects as people. Why do I treat objects as people? Because I don't have any friends, and there are many things I can't say to them. So

when I write novels, I never write about real people. It's usually fictional

material within fictional characters. For example, if I see someone in a convenience store, I'll write, "Ah, what is this person doing at the convenience store?" Then I would take his writing and write directly, but

what I wrote wasn't quite like him, after all, I'm not him

. So, I used to be a novelist, and when I was in school, writing novels was a real headache, plus the standards for getting a contract were extremely difficult.

My brain was almost ruined, and in the end, I didn't even do well in my studies

, so I ended up in a really bad situation, just staying at home to recover from my illness.

So, his AI writing is pretty good. Gentleness is a disguise, clarity is instinct, and making money is faith. You know, someone like me, with no good looks and no skills in charming people. I can't charm men, and I'm not good-looking, so I make money

. Although it's been a bumpy ride, I haven't been idle.

As for what I do for a living, you don't need to know. Next chapter, I might just make it up. Next chapter, I might

tell you the story of spicy strips and milk candy.

I'm writing this down, oh

yeah, and then the next chapter will be about the story of spicy strips and milk candy.

And that's the end of this chapter, and that's how it ends, um.