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

In 2014, a major nuclear power plant leakage occurred on an island.

However, people are still unaware that ten years later, this group of heartless carbon-based creatures will discharge nuclear wastewater into the ocean for their own selfish reasons, regardless of the lives of other people and the earth.

In her previous life, Jiang Baige wanted to write about this subject - a story about a female writer searching for her mother and joining forces with other surviving women to save the world.

Unfortunately, she died suddenly before this story was completed.

So this time, as soon as she saw the call for papers, she immediately decided to write this story.

Not only is it fulfilling her unfulfilled wish, but she believes that this book will be seen by people again ten years later, when the island nation really discharges nuclear wastewater into the ocean.

For her, this is a good thing of gaining both fame and fortune.

But Linlang didn't know it now. She was a little confused: [Nuclear sewage? What is that?]

Jiang Baige sent him a news link about the nuclear power plant leak in the island country.

He also said: [I was inspired by this news. You know, nuclear radiation is a mutation factor, which is very suitable for writing a grand worldview.]

Linlang: [So, you are going to write another million-word novel? ]

Jiang Baige: [Yes, but it will take some time to set up this world view.]

She gave herself a month to complete two things.

First, come up with the overall setting for the apocalyptic novel. The more detailed the outline, the better. Also, finish writing the beginning.

Second, the sweet little article of about 300,000 words in the small account should account for at least one-third and at most half of the content.

She only reserved a one-month "completion period" for her big size.

Within a month, she must publish a new article while there is still some momentum. Being naked is even more dangerous, and only by saving articles can she feel safe.

In addition, she must publish new articles within this month.

——There should be no gap between old and new articles. This is the habit of full-time authors. Otherwise, there will be a gap in income.

It is absolutely a taboo.

The article she wrote for Bai Yang during the summer vacation will start serializing this week. Since the full text is already saved, she doesn't have to worry about it except setting up a scheduled send.

By the middle of the month, I had accumulated about 50,000 words and could start updating. But since I didn't have many drafts, I had to write at least one chapter every day.

She plans to devote the rest of her time and energy to writing apocalyptic stories.

In this way, during the National Day holiday, the main account can publish new articles.

So, when Jiang Baige saw that the dual degree courses took up both weekends, she collapsed...

With such a busy schedule, how does she find time to write?

"Xingran, why didn't you tell me... that there are so many courses for a double degree!"

Lin Xingran looked innocent: "I thought you knew... After all, this is a degree, and the classes are mainly held on weekends, so there will definitely be a lot of class hours."

No, she doesn't know.

Jiang Baige looked at the outline of the apocalyptic article in front of her, which she had revised three or four times but was still not satisfied with, and her face was full of grief: "This is over..."

“Is your manuscript so difficult to write?”

There aren't many classes in the third year, otherwise the double degree wouldn't be arranged for the third and fourth years. Jiang Baige started typing on the keyboard, her fingertips flying, her hand speed was the fastest in the dormitory by default, how come she didn't have time to write the manuscript?

Lin Xingran really didn’t understand.

"Hey, you don't know, writing and typing speed... are two different things."

In the end, Jiang Baige had no choice but to bring her own computer to class.

Many people bring laptops to class to take notes, so this action is not conspicuous.

However, there were no notes on her computer, so she had to separate from Lin Xingran, who was devoted to study, and sit alone in the back row, immersed in her doomsday world. She didn't notice that someone behind her was watching her typing with great interest.

"When you were in high school, did you also secretly write novels in class?"

Jiang Baige turned around and saw a familiar stranger.

The reason why she felt strange was that she didn't know his name.

"It is you……"

The reason for her familiarity was that she owed him a favor for a schoolbag.

Jiang Baige was cleaning up while talking. These two classes were over, and we would have to move to another classroom later.

The studious Lin Xingran was at the podium, enthusiastically asking the teacher questions.

She was waiting for someone downstairs. She was free anyway, so it wouldn't hurt to chat for a while: "Don't tell me, you just watched me write for two classes?"

The other party laughed: "I spent money, of course I mainly listen to the class. But you, the keyboard is crackling, the teacher thought you were listening to the class seriously, every time she saw you, her eyes would be three times gentler. If she knew that you were slacking off openly, I'm afraid she would be heartbroken on the spot..."

"Are all the people in your medical school so talkative?"

This time, the other party was a little surprised: "Do you know I'm in medical school?"

Jiang Baige handed him the schoolbag and textbooks: "I said, you didn't notice this week that your textbooks are missing?"

The boy touched the back of his head a little embarrassedly: "So I left it here... I thought it was lost, and I registered it in the library and teaching building for lost and found..."

This look is somewhat simple.

Jiang Baige then took a closer look at the other person's features and couldn't help but be surprised: This medical school really produces many beauties.

It’s just that Jiang Baige has always liked beauties with thick eyebrows and big eyes, so when it comes to beauties with light complexion, he has to look at them a few more times before he can appreciate their charm.

"Oh, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Yao Jing."

His smile was sunny and gentle, just like the spring breeze in May without the willow catkins, which really made people feel relaxed and comfortable.

Especially for someone who has become physically and mentally numb from writing.

Jiang Baige was so fascinated that she asked, "You are going to class later, right? Do you want to come with me?"

"Okay, but you haven't told me...your name?"

Jiang Baige vaguely told her name, department, grade, and her hobby of writing online articles.

After Lin Xingran had packed up and walked to Jiang Baige, he inexplicably discovered that there was one more person in their group.

——Song Siwen had a lecture on cross-examination and postgraduate entrance examination today, but he slipped away in the middle of the class.

When three people walk together, they always have to find some topics to talk about.

Then Jiang Baige also found out that Yao Jing was in the same grade as them - this must be nonsense, otherwise how could he apply for a double degree?

However, he and Ruan Yu were not in the same major, so Jiang Baige didn't pay much attention to what it was.

From the moment she entered the classroom, her eyes were attracted by the teacher who arrived early.

The teacher of the English intensive reading class was wearing a black velvet cheongsam that outlined an almost perfect figure. She had her hair tied into a low bun and wore gold-rimmed glasses. She was looking down at the lesson plan in her hand.

The light and aloof intellectual aura in his every move is like an exquisite oil painting that makes people unable to take their eyes away.

What Jiang Baige saw was the shadow of tragedy...

She was sure that she had not recognized the wrong person.

Because the teacher who appeared in front of the TV camera that year, crying so hard that she even collapsed on the ground, was wearing this black cheongsam...