After rebirth, she first killed the book thief, and she was busy writing articles to save people

"It's not a big deal..." Song Siwen said, "I passed the first test and am preparing for the second test. I need to book accommodation near Anhui University, so I want to ask you..."

"Great!" Jiang Baige jumped up excitedly, "I knew you could pass the exam."

Although Song Siwen took the exam for a professional master's degree and the number of admissions would be more than for ordinary majors, that was Anhui University, and the top few students basically all had full marks on their papers - they only had strength, not luck.

But what really made Jiang Baige happy was that by leaving Lincheng and going to Anjing to study, Song Siwen would be away from the fate of being washed away by a mudslide in his previous life.

So of course she helped as much as she could and immediately sent the hotel information to Song Siwen.

"Are you nervous?" she asked.

Song Siwen smiled and said, "Of course, when I saw the score line, my hands couldn't stop shaking, it was like I had Parkinson's disease."

She paused and continued, "But I did it. Bai Ge, although it may sound corny, I would not have come this far without you."

This is enough.

Sometimes Jiang Baige would ask herself, is it necessary to interfere in other people's lives? Perhaps these tragedies are destined.

But she couldn't help it and just wanted to do these things without knowing what the consequences would be.

It was like she had to start over again, and she still wanted to write.

But even after more than two years, she still hasn't become a great online writer, but her works still left a mark in the hearts of some readers.

That's enough.

Keep going, Jiang Baige said to herself, keep writing, keep helping those girls who were hurt in their previous lives - as long as she can see, as long as she has not starved to death from writing.

People living in this world always have to do something.

This is the "meaning" that many people are asking about. Fortunately, she has already passed the stage of asking questions and is doing it.

"Actually, I didn't do anything." Jiang Baige said modestly, "I had selfish motives."

"Selfish?"

"Yes, I like you as a friend. If we were to separate after graduating from college, I would still be reluctant. But now... we can continue to be classmates."

“I haven’t passed the exam yet.”

Jiang Baige said, "I know you can definitely pass the exam."

Although this did not happen in the previous life, she just knew that Song Siwen could do it.

Song Siwen will be admitted to Anjing University, live a long and far-reaching life, and shine in the field of journalism with ideals that are not favored by others and are even despised.

***

In mid-February, Jiang Baige ended her last winter break during her undergraduate studies and returned to Lincheng.

By the second semester of the senior year, everyone was busy preparing for their future, and there were not many classes, whether in their major or in pursuing a double degree.

Jiang Baige stood in front of the classroom and said with some emotion: "After graduation, everyone will go their separate ways."

"Yeah." Lin Xingran's expression was also a little sad, but it was not because of separation, but because -

"When you go to Anjing, what will happen to our public account?"

Her concern was so sincere that Jiang Baige couldn't help but laugh.

The development of the official account was better than they had imagined.

Although it also attracted some criticism, some people commented on them, calling them narrow-minded feminists, deliberately ignoring the important role of men in literary history, blindly praising female writers and giving them honors far beyond their achievements.

Lin Xingran was depressed for two days because of this, and said that he finally understood Jiang Baige and why she didn't want to write novels because of some comments.

But Jiang Baige, who came from the end of 2023, thought of a book that has not yet been published called "How to Suppress Women's Writing".

They always have many ways and excuses to belittle and stop women from writing... and unfortunately, for a long time, they succeeded.

Perhaps it was inspired by this book that Jiang Baige proposed to create a public account focusing on the niche field of "women's writing" when Lin Xingran encountered a career crisis.

This is obviously not as "vertical" as fashion, beauty, and maternal and child care, and is not as easy to attract "paying groups", but someone needs to do this.

And for many things, when they plant the seeds, they don't know what the results will be, or even whether there will be any results.

But the key is - Jiang Baige comforted herself: We have to let this seed appear first.

Now, the seed of "Women's Study" is obviously growing very strong, although it is still being exposed to wind and rain.

Criticisms from readers - In fact, Jiang Baige believes that those men who feel offended are not their readers, which is one aspect.

The bigger challenge is that she and Lin Xingran, as co-creators of this public account, are about to part ways.

"Don't think too much." Jiang Baige patted Lin Xingran on the shoulder. "The Internet is very developed now. As long as we have the same goal and a reasonable division of labor, we can have a video discussion at a fixed time every week. Besides, who said you will stay in Lincheng forever?"

The last sentence was just an unintentional remark.

But Lin Xingran listened to it: "Actually, I have thought about it. You and Siwen have both gone to Anjing, and my current publishing house is also in danger. Maybe I won't stay in Lincheng forever..."

"Do you really think so?" Jiang Baige opened her eyes wide in surprise, unable to hide her joy.

"Why...are you so happy that I'm going to Anjing?"

"of course."

She could not forget Lin Xingran's disheartened face with dull eyes after work - that was what Jiang Baige hated the most: work enthusiasm and pursuit were completely exhausted by irrelevant people and things at work.

But she just said: "If you come to Anjing, we can work together on this public account, and maybe you can publish a book for me."

"Ah, speaking of this..." Lin Xingran suddenly seemed to remember something and took out something that looked like a book but was not a book from his schoolbag.

As soon as Jiang Baige took it, she knew it was a fake book.

But Lin Xingran didn't know Jiang Baige was familiar with the publishing industry, so he patiently explained, "Do you still remember the book I independently edited last year? It's ready to go to print now. This is a fake book sent by the printing factory. I used it for the final review. I think it has great commemorative value."

Jiang Baige stroked the three words "Women's Country" on the cover, as if she could touch the hard work that Lin Xingran had put into it.

She is indeed walking firmly on the path she has chosen.

But this road is not a smooth one...

"Last year, because I was busy with this book, you took on a lot of the official account matters by yourself. I feel really bad about that..."

"Don't say that." Jiang Baige waved her hand.

Lin Xingran didn't think so: "No, I think you also contributed to this book. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to balance both sides so well..."

Her expression was very serious, so Jiang Baige had no choice but to follow her and ask, "So?"

"So, my book will be officially printed in a couple of days... Do you want to go to the printing factory with me?"