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

"Why don't you speak?"

Wen Mian followed Jiang Baige's gaze and understood. She couldn't help but poke Jiang Baige with her elbow: "Do you like him so much?"

Jiang Baige's aesthetic has always been fixed: look thin when dressed, have flesh when undressed, be tall, have fair skin, and have a pretty face - the kind that is hard to tell whether it is androgynous.

As for the boy not far away, if he was surprised when he saw her back just now, now he was astonished when he saw her face.

Even with his hair wet and sticking to his scalp, one could still see his delicate facial features, set in a palm-sized face with almost perfect proportions.

Wen Mian laughed secretly in his heart: This is exactly what Jiang Baige wants.

But she didn't know that in her previous life, it was Lu Tian who "took the initiative to pursue" Jiang Baige.

But now Lu Tian is just a boy Jiang Baige met by chance in the Muay Thai club.

After wiping his sweat, he took his gloves, water cup and towel and prepared to take a shower. When he passed by Jiang Baige and the others, he didn't even look at them.

Yes, Jiang Baige thought, Lu Tian plays football, does he still lack the attention and applause of the opposite sex?

She came to her senses and stopped the girl who was about to prepare the contract documents: "Sorry, I suddenly remembered that a summer camp fee was deducted from my card a few days ago, so I can't sign up for the class for the time being."

After saying that, she pulled the confused Wen Mian and ran out of the door under the girl's somewhat resentful gaze.

"I don't understand... Obviously that face is exactly what you like."

Jiang Baige was speechless, she didn't know what to say.

You can't say——

[This guy is a year younger than us. Although he looks strong, he is actually thoughtful and a reader I have never met. He wrote me many emails because he liked my articles in the school newspaper supplement.]

[But maybe his words were too passionate and enthusiastic, so I thought he was a pervert, so I ignored him and even wrote a short essay satirizing his behavior, which made him discouraged.]

[Later, one day, I unexpectedly learned that the "little bootlicker" who had been writing me emails was actually the school football team's star striker Lu Tian, ​​whom I fell in love with at first sight when I was a sophomore. But at that time, I was already in a relationship with that bastard Li Bingyang.]

Perhaps a few more words should be added at the end: What a bad fate!

If he really said that, Wen Mian might say, "Now we have a chance to start over, isn't that great?"

Is it really that good?

She didn't know. She only knew that she subconsciously wanted to escape.

Lu Tian has just entered university and may not have opened the school newspaper or read her articles, so he is not yet her reader.

And if the contract with the new website goes smoothly, she plans to quit her job as an editor for the school newspaper supplement and concentrate on writing online articles.

Therefore, she and he will no longer have any intersection.

It’s the same old saying - if there is no man in your heart, you will become a god when you draw the sword.

In her new life, her goal is to become a great writer on the internet rather than “Lu Tian’s goddess”.

Jiang Baige was lost in thought and didn't notice that the tip of her pen stayed on the paper for too long, leaving a blinding red stain that blocked the black printed words below.

She quickly turned on the computer and pulled out the electronic document.

This would be her last article published in the school newspaper supplement.

Taking advantage of the weekend, she planned to review it again before going to the editor-in-chief's office next week to typeset and finalize it, so as to put a perfect end to this farewell.

The supplements were mostly short and concise essays, with no more than 800 words. But Jiang Baige had a "problem", which was "too much nonsense", so after deleting and cutting, there were only 1200 words left. The electronic version could not be changed, so it was changed to a paper manuscript.

Who would have thought that after a whole morning, her mind was full of what happened when she met Lu Tian the day before, and her mind was not on the manuscript at all.

She was already feeling upset and hungry, so she got up a little angrily and planned to go eat.

It happened to be dinner time, and she didn't know who was walking so fast, but when she turned around, put her computer away and looked back, the manuscripts, newspapers and draft papers were scattered all over the floor.

"Is this yours?"

A familiar yet distant voice came from above her head. Jiang Baige raised her head and met Lu Tian’s dark and bottomless eyes.

After a brief moment of distraction, Jiang Baige took the manuscript and said, "It's mine, thank you."

"The manuscript revision is not going well?"

Lu Tian pointed at the red ink on the manuscript and asked with a smile.

"Writing a manuscript, that's it."

He saw the school newspaper on Jiang Baige's desk again: "Are you going to submit an article to the school newspaper?"

Actually it’s not a submission.

Because the supplements are often short of manuscripts, in order to avoid gaps, editors have to write their own manuscripts to fill the gaps.

The same is true for this article.

But Jiang Baige didn't want to talk to him so much, so she just nodded perfunctorily: "Yeah."

It was not until his back disappeared behind the goalpost that Jiang Baige sat back in her chair as if exhausted, slowly calming her excessive heartbeat.

It turns out that sports students also come to the library...

Is this a stereotype? But she already had a lot of stereotypes about him, whether it was the word "sports student" or Lu Tian as an avid reader.

What if we meet again over again?

He would not remember their first meeting, and she would not continue to publish articles in the school newspaper supplement.

Forget it.

Fortunately, although her love life was not going well, her career had a new turn for the better - her application for a contract with Nanlin Network was approved.

Jiang Baige was so excited that she almost screamed in class, but she couldn't, because Li Bingyang's coveting of her manuscript taught her one thing: things are accomplished through secrecy.

She sent a friend request to the editor and felt a little nervous.

Because this was the path she did not choose in her previous life.

But what she is sure of is that Nanlin.com will continue to advance by leaps and bounds in the next decade, using countless classic works and great authors to establish its unshakable dominance in the female-focused genre.

More importantly, it has done what other websites have never done: opened up the channel between online literature and film and television adaptations.

After several successful film and television adaptations, countless authors began to fight for this website in order to be able to sell the film and television copyrights in one day, so that the "serfs" could rise up and sing.

And all this is still unclear.

Ten years ago, it was not easy to adapt a film or TV series, let alone a non-profit radio drama.

She didn’t know if she could become the “pig standing on the wind”, but now she knew where the wind was and she had to meet it.

"Hey, get out of class is almost over."

Wen Mian reminded quietly.

Jiang Baige sighed silently, returning from her beautiful imagination of the future to the harsh reality: no matter how she hinted, Li Bingyang firmly stated that he must meet her.

The bell for the end of get out of class rang on time, as if announcing the end of the world.

Jiang Baige quickly packed her schoolbag and left the classroom. Before she walked down the stairs, she ran into Li Bingyang who was walking up the stairs in a hurry.

It's a disaster, there's no way to avoid it!