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

After that day, Jiang Baige didn't go to class for two consecutive days.

As she expected, on the third day, Li Bingyang's text message arrived on her phone on time: Junior, are you okay? I asked your roommates, and they said you were not feeling well. Did you ask for leave from your counselor?

Jiang Baige waited until almost dinner time before replying to his message. There was no apology, no thanks, just a few simple words: My manuscript is gone.

Sure enough, Li Bingyang called directly.

But——Jiang Baige didn’t answer.

Act in full set.

She lost such an important manuscript and was completely immersed in sorrow. She had no appetite and no desire to eat or drink. How could she be in the mood to answer the phone?

In her previous life, after she lost the manuscript, she almost fainted due to hypoglycemia. Fortunately, Lin Xingran had the habit of carrying chocolate with him, and he fed her half a piece, which helped her recover.

At that time, Wen Mian told her that she had only lost the manuscript and she would not die!

This was just Jiang Baige's angry words, but it was like a bullet that hit her right in the middle of her forehead many years later: In the end, she really died because of writing.

So she didn't even need to act out her current sadness and despair. On the contrary, the message she replied to was just to play the long game and catch a bigger fish...

At this time, Wen Mian and her friends came back from buying food. Seeing that her phone was vibrating, they kindly reminded her: "Xiao Bai, your phone is ringing."

Jiang Baige nodded: "No."

The phone stopped ringing after more than fifty seconds, but soon the second call rang again... However, Jiang Baige had already turned the phone to silent mode.

After dinner, she checked her phone again. There were more than a dozen missed calls and a text message: Bai Ge, are you okay? Reply to me when you have time.

After reading it, Jiang Baige threw the phone back on the table.

Zhou Ling passed by her and asked curiously, "Who is it? Your phone kept flashing and you didn't answer it. Li Bingyang?"

The second half of the sentence aroused Jiang Baige's interest: "Why do you think it was him?"

Although Jiang Baige has not been in a relationship for more than a year, she has had close and ambiguous objects. No matter how you think about it, she would never think of Li Bingyang, who just broke up with her, right?

"Don't tell me you, the person involved, didn't know? Now almost everyone in the grade knows that he's pursuing you!"

What a coincidence, she really didn't know.

She was about to ask what was going on, but Wen Mian said, "What? It's all acting! The weasel is paying New Year's greetings to the chicken, it has no good intentions!"

Jiang Baige burst out laughing: "If you want to scold him, just scold him, why are you scolding me too?"

Wen Mian knew he had said something wrong and stuck out his tongue at her.

Zhou Ling continued, "In the past two days, he has been squatting at the door of the classroom all day. Everyone thought he was here to get back together with Song Yan, but who knew that his target was you—"

"Yes." Wen Mian retorted, "You come to ask why you didn't come to class as soon as the get out of class is over. You heard from us that you were not feeling well, and you bought snacks for us to bring back for you... No, why would you eat snacks if you are sick? And every time you deliberately choose the time when get out of class is over and everyone is still here, isn't this acting?"

When she said this, even Zhou Ling nodded: "That's true, so..."

"So where are my snacks?"

The other three looked at each other and sighed in agreement: "Those malicious things will harm your health if you eat them, so we will... take care of them for you!"

What good sisters.

"But since you're sick, you should rest more and stop writing."

"Yes, you are lucky these days. There are not many required courses, and your teacher is on a business trip. But you won't always be so lucky..."

No, she was not lucky. She had specifically confirmed her class schedule and chose these days to "pretend to be sick."

Not only could he design a plan to deceive Li Bingyang, but he could also make good use of these three days to send the manuscript to another website to test the waters and submit it.

Now, Li Bingyang knows that her manuscript is "lost" and she has changed the website to apply for a signature for her manuscript. Her "illness" should naturally be cured.

What's more, she has things she needs to do outside.

***

"Thai...Thai...Boxing?" Wen Mian looked at the sign, then turned back to look at Jiang Baige, "You are not serious...are you going to make such a big deal?"

It's not strange to exercise, but it's a bit strange for girls to practice Muay Thai.

But Jiang Baige didn't hesitate at all and opened the glass door: "Would you like to come in?"

She understood Wen Mian's surprise, because most girls chose courses like yoga and spinning, and not many even took combat exercises.

But she has higher needs: self-defense, which cannot be satisfied by ordinary fitness.

Because the club just opened and it's lunch time, there aren't many people around.

They looked around and their eyes were quickly attracted by a boy who was shaking his fist at a sandbag.

The grey sports short-sleeved shirt had been stained a shade darker by sweat, but he seemed not to notice as he maintained a steady frequency of punching. In the quiet space, only the dull sound of punching could be heard rhythmically.

"Is this the coach?" Jiang Baige asked.

The girl who brought them in shook her head: "This classmate is one of the earliest members, but I heard that he was originally a sports student, so..."

"Oh--"

A sports student.

The three of them looked at each other and smiled knowingly. Jiang Baige had to think about the reluctance of sudden death in her previous life ten times before she could suppress the curled corners of her mouth.

The staff member followed up with the answer: "Our club has just opened. Not only are the equipment very new, but the coaches and members are also of the kind you just saw...high quality. If you two are worried that you can't continue learning, you can sign up for a trial class first, and then upgrade to a regular class if you think it's good. In addition to being able to deduct the previous fees, you can also enjoy the new store discount, and you don't have to worry about not being able to connect. It's really a good deal!"

Jiang Baige was moved.

In her previous life, not only did she not like to exercise, but she also thought that thin people looked better. She often fantasized that one day when she held a new book signing event, readers would not only be amazed by her talent, but also impressed by her beauty.

But she has a physique that is prone to obesity, and she has been jumping back and forth between dieting and gaining weight all year round.

Not only did he not live to see the day of the book signing event, but his stomach and emotions became unstable due to skipping breakfast and dinner and frequently overeating.

Starting over again, it doesn’t matter whether she is fat or thin, or whether others like her or not. What matters most is a healthy body that can support her in becoming a great online writer.

She gritted her teeth and took out her bank card: "Sign up for a trial class."

Electronic payment was not popular at that time, and she didn't have that much cash.

Wen Mian didn't know Jiang Baige's true thoughts, but was surprised at her "generosity": "Are you willing to spend so much money on a sports student?"

A few hundred yuan may not sound like a lot, but it is nearly half a month's living expenses.

Jiang Baige didn't know how to explain that looking at handsome guys was not the purpose - at most, it could only be considered a reward.

The moment she hesitated, the sound of the beating disappeared. She raised her head and looked in the direction of the sandbag, but was stunned when she saw that face.