Jiang Baige raised her eyebrows and thought: What was supposed to come has finally come.

But who is she? Jiang Baige will never fall into the trap of self-proof.

She looked at Song Siwen, without a trace of panic on her face. Instead, she smiled and asked back: "Siwen, you are a reporter. So before you asked the question, you must have already preset an answer."

After a pause, she continued, "So what answer do you want from me?"

Song Siwen didn't know, she was stunned.

Before asking this question today, she had imagined many answers, but she didn't expect to get a rhetorical question.

"You haven't thought about it? Or don't you know?"

Jiang Baige chuckled: "Then I'll give you the answer... Because the question you asked is one I have asked myself many times."

Song Siwen finally found his own language system: "Have you thought about this question? But I have no secrets from you."

"Everyone has a secret."

Jiang Baige stretched out her index finger and placed it on her lips: "Just like you secretly investigated Li Yu's affairs but didn't tell me."

"that is because……"

"Because it has nothing to do with me, there is no need to tell me." Jiang Baige nodded, "Of course I know, so if I hide something from you, it is also out of the same consideration."

"Okay, so what's your answer?"

Song Siwen no longer dwelled on the previous topic because she found that she could not win the argument with Jiang Baige.

"I want to form an alliance with you."

"alliance?"

Song Siwen had only read this word on TV, in novels and in history books.

"Whether it's for justice or to protect our idealism, I feel that we can fight side by side because we believe in the same things."

"What is that? How come I don't even know it?"

"You really don't know?" Jiang Baige was not angry at all. "Then why did you want to report Han Li's affairs? Why did you find my story among so many articles? Why were you willing to stand up for the stranger Fang Yun and Li Yu... If you did it out of intuition, it shows that we are the same kind of people."

They may not be the most powerful and influential people.

But they are still willing to use their meager bodies to contribute to fighting the injustice done to others.

"Do you think you and I are the same kind of people? Wait, don't ask me questions back, just answer me directly."

Song Siwen saw through the key to Jiang Baige's sophistry.

Jiang Baige smiled with relief and gave her a positive answer: "Of course. Don't forget, I worked on the school newspaper for a year. If I hadn't chosen you, I could have asked someone else for help."

This evaluation, or this "judgment", was enough to reassure Song Siwen.

She decided not to worry about the things that Jiang Baige didn't tell her, and suppressed the curiosity that occasionally welled up in her heart, and only believed the part that her intuition told her to believe.

Because she knows how humans survive and evolve - relying on intuition.

Just when she was about to let go of her worries, it was Jiang Baige's turn to make trouble.

"Since I have chosen you to be my ally, I can tell you a little more about my plan."

"plan?"

"Yes, after graduating from university, I will apply to study for a master's degree in Anjing."

"You mean, let me go to Anjing too? With you?"

Jiang Baige shook her head: "It hasn't even come to that point yet. Have you forgotten your current major? I'm afraid it's too difficult to enter the news system and become a reporter with your current major."

Song Siwen really didn't think that far.

Jiang Baige saw through it and said, "We will be juniors next semester. If you decide to take the postgraduate entrance examination in a different major, you must work harder than the average person."

She said these words because she knew that Song Siwen would eventually choose to cross-examine and study journalism.

The reason why she wanted to tell this in advance was because she hoped Song Siwen could be admitted to Anjing.

If Song Siwen could study and find a job in Anjing, then the tragedy caused by the heavy rain and mudslide in the future would not have happened to her.

However, it is not easy to get into a school in Anjing.

"I hadn't thought about this question before you said it." Song Siwen admitted truthfully.

Then, she surprised Jiang Baige again: "But after listening to you, I think it seems not bad. Whether it is cross-examination or... Anjing."

Jiang Baige felt relieved.

***

Spring is indeed a good season and brings a lot of new news.

A week later, Jiang Baige saw the article on the observation of "campus cohabitation phenomenon" in the school newspaper.

This time, the teacher in charge still gave it a whole page.

The black-and-white photo of Bao Huoxin and Mai Dong hugging each other was mixed in with several photos of couples. It was blurry and chaotic, forming a strange contrast with the three clear gold-plated characters "Heng Lu Yuan" above their heads.

People who don't know them don't think they are special.

Anyone who knows them can tell at a glance.

In the evening, Jiang Baige received another call from Ruan Yu.

He got straight to the point: "That report in the school newspaper, was it your masterpiece?"

Jiang Baige laughed, and then said: "I have always used the pen name 'Bai Ge' when publishing articles in the school newspaper. Why don't you take a look at this article?"

"White Dove." His tone was restrained and serious. "I thought that at least in this matter, we are on the same front."

She didn't say that.

"However, since you have seen this report, I believe many people have seen it too."

Ruan Yu sighed softly on the other end of the phone: "This newspaper has been urgently recalled, but because it was distributed to various departments on the weekend, I'm afraid it won't be that easy..."

Yes, everyone can take one, even if you take it back to fill your lunch box, it’s free anyway.

What is written in black and white is the longest-lasting "pillar of shame".

"Sometimes, rich people are also very naive. They always think that as long as they give enough, they can shut up the gossips."

"Isn't it?"

"Of course not. If they want to pay us to keep our mouths shut, we have to accept it - we can't gossip about money. But it doesn't affect our gossip, right? It's just some boring after-dinner talk among poor civilians, not worth mentioning."

Ruan Yu did not ask who wrote the article.

Because there was a person, looking straight into his eyes, walking towards him.

That expression doesn't look friendly.

Ruan Yu hung up the phone because he didn't want Jiang Baige to hear this.

"I heard from Bai Ge that your Sports Academy has its own training room... I didn't expect to run into you here."

The attack hit Lu Tian, ​​who was very unhappy.

But he quickly adjusted.

"I didn't expect to see you here..." After saying that, he looked Ruan Yu up and down with a scrutinizing look, "Look at your thin body, you really don't look like someone who often comes to the gym."

Just when Ruan Yu was about to refute, he said, "You should know that senior sisters like handsome men with athletic muscles, right?"

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