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

It was just past eight o'clock in the evening when I came out of Fang Yun's dormitory.

Because they didn't know when Bao Huoxin's party would end, they didn't dare to stay too long.

Song Siwen stretched and said, "Student Jiang, you are really not an ordinary person."

"Isn't it interesting?"

“It’s definitely more interesting than computers!”

This is wrong - in the future, with the continuous development of computer technology, not to mention that people cannot live without the Internet, the AI ​​technology that emerged strongly before her death is "interesting" enough.

Even she, who writes online articles, has felt the wheel of the times.

The website uses the hard work of the original creators to feed AI, allowing AI to continue to "grow" into a collage behemoth. Among the people who are devoured, isn't Jiang Baige one of them?

Sometimes when she looks at the words put together by AI, she sincerely feels that this robot writes better than her!

After all, it is impossible for her to read famous works of art once and then be able to "borrow" them all freely, but AI can use them as long as it reads them.

Not to mention, how could she, a mere mortal, possibly read all the classic works in human history?

How could she have thought of this ten years ago? The same goes for Song Siwen.

"What if I tell you there's something more interesting? Would you be interested?"

Song Siwen's eyes lit up: "Of course!"

Jiang Baige took Song Siwen to her dormitory: "Welcome to my dormitory."

Song Siwen was puzzled. Jiang Baige was not in a hurry to explain, but asked her to follow him up first. In the dormitory, Wen Mian and Lin Xingran, who had received Jiang Baige's text message, were waiting.

Several people listened to Jiang Baige briefly talk about her plan -

"No problem, it's decided! Come on!"

Four people and eight hands piled up one after another, raised high, and then put them down with force. Then, Jiang Baige made a phone call...

***

Ever since she came back from the cocktail party with Han Li that day, Zhou Ling had been thinking about breaking up.

The seed was planted on Valentine's Day.

But now that she really wants to break up, she doesn't know how to start -

Last time, she went to confront Lin Yuanjiang angrily, but because she was too angry, she revealed all her cards as soon as she opened her mouth.

At first he didn't explain, he just said sorry, but that sorry was not because he did something wrong, but because he made her misunderstand him.

Then started kissing her.

Zhou Ling was so dizzy from his kiss that her mind was filled with anger and sweetness. But when she heard him say that he was just trying to please the investors, she suddenly stopped being angry.

He took her out to dinner again, and her stomach and heart warmed up. She began to feel sorry for him because starting a business was not easy.

This was not enough, he continued to humble himself and said that he was incompetent. She also reflected on herself and said that she was not a qualified girlfriend and could not understand his hard work.

They had a sweet and affectionate meal. At the end, Lin Yuanjiang even ordered a few of their signature snacks and packed them up for her to take to her roommate.

Because they did all that for her own good, and he didn't want her to have conflicts with her roommates and ruin the harmony.

Just like that... the irrefutable evidence of the attempted cheating allowed Lin Yuanjiang to put on a good show of loving his wife without any doubt.

What about her? The clown is herself.

Zhou Ling was so angry that she kicked the stone in front of her hard...The cell phone rang, it was Jiang Baige.

"I'm on my way back to the dorm. Can I pack you two servings of spicy hot pot? No problem. Or the ones you always ordered before? And some instant noodles? Got it, White Elephant, your favorite pork bone flavor! And an egg too!"

She hung up the phone somewhat helplessly.

That is Jiang Baige. Every time she asks people to bring food back, she is as meticulous as if she were placing an order in a restaurant.

But Jiang Baige's coquetry was irresistible. Fortunately, we had lived together for almost two years and I was familiar with her taste.

But why did she eat a double portion today?

He even ordered two servings of instant noodles... Ever since I started practicing Muay Thai, it’s been a rare experience for me to eat these things so late at night.

Would Han Li roll his eyes if he knew this?

Her thoughts were distracted by these trivial matters and she even forgot about Lin Yuanjiang's matter. She just wanted to go back early. If she went too late, some of the popular hot dishes would be gone!

Fortunately, she was not far from the dormitory, and ten minutes later, she went upstairs with the hot midnight snack.

As soon as I walked to the door, I heard a lot of noise coming from inside.

have a guest?

She stopped in her tracks because she heard a strange voice——

"Of course you need to use a recorder! If it's a formal interview, you'll tell the interviewee. If you're investigating privately, then it's even more necessary! After all... words are not enough!"

Hearing this, Zhou Ling's heart suddenly moved.

At this time, another voice came - it was Wen Mian: "But, I saw that the recorders that the students brought to class were all very big. You are using them secretly, aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

"Of course there is some risk!" The person in front laughed, then lowered his voice, "But now there is that kind of..."

I can't hear you clearly.

In a hurry, she kicked open the unlocked door.

"Lingling?" Wen Mian was standing facing the door and was the first to see her. "Why did you suddenly kick the door in and scare me?"

Zhou Ling then realized that she had lost her composure and quickly raised the midnight snack in her hand: "I don't know who asked me to buy something, but didn't take the initiative to pick it up!"

"Here I am! Thank you, my dearest Miss Lingling."

Jiang Baige immediately took the two bags of spicy hot pot, took out the lunch box that had been hot already, and poured the delicious food into it.

With his hands free, Zhou Ling finally had time to take a good look at Song Siwen who was sitting in Lin Xingran's seat.

"Who is this classmate?"

"She's a classmate I met at the school newspaper." Jiang Baige handed a lunch box to Song Siwen and brought her a pair of chopsticks. "Today, we went to watch a debate competition and didn't have time to have dinner. I have to trouble our super kind Miss Lingling..."

No wonder I ordered two!

However, her attention was on the word "school newspaper".

"What does Siwen do at the school newspaper? An editor or a reporter?" She pretended to ask casually, and then explained, "I just heard you talking about a recorder outside the door..."

"Oh, yes. We were just talking about that small voice recorder when you came in!" Lin Xingran gently pushed Song Siwen's shoulder. "Keep talking!"

Song Siwen took a bite of the lucky bag and said, "I prefer the ones that are shaped like a pen. If you are interviewing someone you don't know well, it won't look strange if you put it on the table or pin it on your pocket. If it's someone you know well..."

"How about the familiar people?" Zhou Ling asked anxiously.

Except for Song Siwen, the other three looked at each other.

"Of course it's more convenient to throw it into someone's bag or pocket. Wouldn't that record everything?"

"Quick! Siwen!" Zhou Ling hurriedly took out his phone, "Let's add each other as friends. Send me the link to the recorder!"