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

What Wen Mian said makes a lot of sense.

Whether a book can become a hit or not, all of them need to have the right time, place and people.

Similarly, if a book is signed on one website, it does not mean it will be accepted on another website. After being a failed online writer for so many years, Jiang Baige's confidence has long been exhausted.

Instead of thinking too far into the future, it is better to do the things in the present well.

Jiang Baige carried her computer and went to the library to "set up camp".

To enter the library, one needs to swipe a campus card, and there are cameras everywhere. The seat she chose is also crowded, so it shouldn't be a problem.

The first two days passed peacefully.

But on the third day - she went to the bathroom and when she returned to her seat, she found that Li Bingyang was actually using her computer!

"what are you doing!"

Jiang Baige ignored the library's requirement for silence, ran to the seat in two steps, grabbed the computer and held it in her arms.

The classmates who had been frowning at Jiang Baige because they were disturbed had now turned their gazes to Li Bingyang, who was visibly embarrassed.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, we are classmates." Li Bingyang stood up and walked in front of Jiang Baige. "Why are you exaggerating like this? You made everyone think I was a thief."

Jiang Baige turned on the computer and confirmed that he had not yet cracked the password, which made her feel a little relieved.

But her expression did not ease. Instead, she grabbed her schoolbag and put her computer, notebook and other stationery into it. "The computer is my personal property. You used it without my permission. This behavior is no different from stealing."

Since she had mentioned this sensitive word, she just wanted to get it out of the way: "Besides, you know that a thief broke into our dormitory a while ago, so it's quite sensitive."

After saying that, she threw her schoolbag on her back and walked out.

Li Bingyang followed her from behind and found that she did not go out through the main door, but went to the information desk on the first floor.

"Hello, teacher. Today I was studying in the library with my computer, but someone touched my computer without permission... No, it was not stolen. But I found these days that there are still a few blind spots in the surveillance, so I would like to make some suggestions. I wonder if it would be convenient?"

There weren’t many cameras in libraries ten years ago.

The teacher sitting at the information desk adjusted his glasses and handed Jiang Baige a brown paper book: "Please write down your suggestions. We will organize and report them regularly! Fortunately, nothing was lost this time. You should be more careful in the future. After all, bad people don't have 'I am a bad person' written on their faces."

Li Bingyang's expression became even uglier: "Do you really have to be like this?"

Jiang Baige had no intention of breaking up with Li Bingyang, fearing that he would become desperate, but now it seems that Li Bingyang has become desperate.

"Do you think I'm targeting you? You're really overthinking it." Jiang Baige smiled. "Let's not talk about the fact that computers are not cheap. Just think about the courseware, papers, reference materials and my novels inside. If any of them were lost, how could I not be anxious? No matter who touches my computer today, my approach will not change. Because you are my senior, I have not asked the security guards to retrieve the surveillance footage. Or do you really want to use your senior's title to pressure me?"

Her words were well-founded, and Li Bingyang had to suppress his anger no matter how angry he was. A little impatience can ruin a big plan, and he had more important things to do.

"So, you were writing a novel?"

Jiang Baige deliberately "misunderstood" his meaning: "Ah! You didn't deliberately wait for me in the library today, did you? We are also very sorry that you and Song Yan broke up, but..."

She showed a somewhat embarrassed expression: "I haven't had any thoughts in that regard recently. If you want to find an excuse to get close to me, don't waste your time."

Girls nowadays don’t know a saying: If there is no man in your heart, you will become a god when you draw your sword.

Otherwise she could just use this sentence to anger him.

But Li Bingyang was no pushover: "You misunderstood. I remember you've been writing online articles, so I wanted to talk to you about it. I also like writing novels, but I was too busy with my studies before and never had the chance to start. After my junior year, I had fewer classes and only had time. But sometimes I wanted to find someone to talk to or read, but I couldn't find anyone."

"What are you talking about? Your article? Then you can send it to me and I'll help you take a look."

Li Bingyang obviously didn't expect Jiang Baige to be so easy to talk to, but the answer she gave was not what he wanted: "No, what I mean is..."

"What is it?"

He couldn't say it.

Because whether he stole the computer before or peeked into the computer this time, he wanted to get Jiang Baige's manuscript.

Before he broke up with Song Yan, he once heard Song Yan mention that Jiang Baige was very capable and that all the novels he published online had signed contracts.

He himself had been writing for more than half a year, but had achieved nothing.

During the summer vacation, his parents asked him what he planned to do after graduation, and he said he wanted to write novels at home.

His parents thought he was not doing his job properly, and he argued with them, but he could not provide any "evidence". In the end, his parents issued an ultimatum: if he did not see any results this semester, he would have to prepare for the civil service exam.

In his eyes, the manuscript that Jiang Baige had signed was his "lifeline".

But now, he spent the "labor fee" to hire someone to steal something, but failed to steal the manuscript, and some gossipy person told Song Yan about it.

The school had just started and he lost all his money and career.

He couldn't swallow this humiliation, so he just did it himself.

But unexpectedly, Jiang Baige, who seemed to be a carefree person on weekdays, was actually a soft nail.

"Senior, what are you thinking about? Why aren't you talking?" Jiang Baige stopped walking. It turned out that she was downstairs of her dormitory. "In that case, I'll go back first."

"Then my novel..."

"As long as you write it, please send it to me anytime. Maybe it will inspire me to use it in my novel after reading it."

The last sentence is simply murderous.

Jiang Baige felt a little better when she saw Li Bingyang's dejected look.

It is said that cutting off someone's financial resources is like killing their parents. Li Bingyang harmed her in her previous life, but she could still walk with him from the library to the dormitory peacefully. This was not only the decency of a 30-year-old, but also because she knew that now was not the time to make things awkward.

She would not be surprised if a man who hung out with thugs and dared to steal her novel in broad daylight did something extreme once he became angry and humiliated.

In her previous life, she and Li Bingyang had not been in a relationship for long, and because of the "confidant" filter, she did not realize his true face.

But she remembered seeing a news report that said "Bingyang Bubing" had a breakdown and cut his wrists at home because he was stuck in a writing block and had not updated his articles in time and was urged by readers to continue.

During that period, several online writers died suddenly at home. The chain reaction triggered a discussion on the "update frequency" of online literature.

She didn't want to gamble with her life.

If Jiang Baige had been unable to even afford food at the age of 30 in her previous life, she would have lost confidence in life and would have thought that death was the way to go. But now, her promising future was about to unfold, and she did not want to die.

But she already had a plan in mind.