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

Just as Jiang Baige guessed, Shi Xin asked Jingchai for the phone number.

"But why did you ask for my phone number to contact me?"

She still didn't ask him what he wanted from her.

Shi Xin did not answer directly: "Well, the senior sister also asked me the same question... 'Why do you want the phone number of the junior sister Bai Ge?'"

The words stopped abruptly again. This was his speaking style. Jiang Baige had seen through him, so she kept silent, waiting to become the only audience for the next lines.

"I said that since you write novels, you will definitely be interested in Mr. Chen's lecture. Someone should have told you about this."

After that, Shi Xin asked her back: "Did I guess right?"

"What a pity..." Jiang Baige paused twice deliberately, "I thought I would hear a more exciting answer."

She didn't really think that Shi Xin was doing this to pursue her - if that was the case, then this matter would be too boring.

"Then it seems that I have to listen carefully to the lecture in two days... How about it, would you like to join me?"

"I can go by myself."

"Of course." Shi Xin still did not show any dissatisfaction with being rejected, but instead proposed a more tempting condition, "But when Teacher Chen gives a lecture, it will definitely be packed. If you go late, you may only be able to squeeze outside the door to listen..."

"You got a ticket?"

"I knew Miss Beauty was a smart person."

Shi Xin did not ask Jiang Baige whether she was willing, but directly told her the time and place of the meeting.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Baige saved Shi Xin’s phone number in his mobile phone.

At noon on April 4th, the day before May Day, Jiang Baige met Shi Xin in the school’s small restaurant.

"You arrived early." Jiang Baige smiled.

"If you want to treat me to a meal, I must come early."

As they were talking, the two walked into the small restaurant.

The small restaurant is in the basement. It is not a canteen, but more like a normal restaurant. So it is open during school hours and holidays.

Usually there are many students coming here for dates, but now that the holidays are approaching, there are not many people here.

"I suspect that Mr. Chen chose this time to hold the lecture because he was afraid that there would be too many people and that the experience would be bad."

"So it seems that Teacher Chen is a considerate person?"

"Of course." Shi Xin didn't hear the sarcasm in Jiang Baige's words. "In fact, I have always wanted to study for a master's degree. I just chatted with my teacher for a few minutes when I was working on the script. Later, he suggested that I study for his master's degree."

“That’s because you have talent.”

"Let's take another example... It rained heavily during the retest some time ago. After the retest, Teacher Chen paid for each of us 100 yuan for a taxi. On the way back, we were all saying that even if we didn't pass the exam, we still earned dozens of yuan."

That's very thoughtful.

Nothing is more sincere than real money.

Jiang Baige pushed the menu in front of Shi Xin: "What do you want to eat? Order whatever you want. I just got the manuscript fee, so don't be polite."

"I heard that you worked for the school newspaper, but later left. Was it to write articles?"

"Why are you so interested in me?" Jiang Baige raised his eyes and looked at Shi Xin, "If you continue like this, I will suspect that you have other plans for me..."

Shi Xin did not deny it, but asked: "Then what do you think I want from you?"

"Let me be your ghostwriter? Or, are you interested in online novels? Otherwise, do you want to film my novel for free?"

At this point, Jiang Baige briefly mentioned how Li Bingyang tried every means to steal her manuscript.

"Your ex-boyfriend was really obsessed with online writing... Unfortunately, he didn't get the support of his family, and his obsession was misplaced."

Jiang Baige tapped the table with her fingers, and the sound was absorbed by the tablecloth: "You men are very good at discovering the advantages of your own sex."

Shi Xin obviously didn't expect to receive such an evaluation.

But Jiang Baige didn't give him much time to react: "So, are you also such a person?"

"Me? You have a rich imagination, but lack common sense. Generally speaking, when a man shows interest in a member of the opposite sex, all women will think that it is..."

The first dish came up, interrupting Shi Xin's speech. Jiang Baige raised her head and glanced at the clock on the opposite wall.

"Eat something, you won't be able to squeeze in later."

When the two arrived at the venue half an hour early, the door had not yet opened, but the outside was already surrounded by people in three circles inside and outside.

Shi Xin said with some pride: "How is it? It's right to follow me, right?"

"Of course."

Jiang Baige felt so proud to have such a handsome and tall boy walking by her side.

The pride on her face at this moment was no less than Shi Xin's.

At this moment, Shi Xin took her hand and whispered, "Senior Sister Jing sent me a message saying that the employee passage has been opened. I can take you there first."

Thorny hairpin? She was there too.

Ever since she saw the news about this lecture, Jiang Baige had been planning to come - however, not to attend the lecture, but for Jingchai.

Chen Dongguo’s lecture is certainly useful.

After working full-time, Jiang Baige gained a new understanding of the books that guide writing.

I used to think that writing depends entirely on talent. But when I really started writing, I realized that talent is hard to define - imagination is talent, hand speed is talent, but what about luck? What about timing?

At what point can it be considered that God is chasing us to eat? If we only rely on God to eat, how long can we eat? What if God stops eating?

But even the most clumsy writers can make progress as long as they use their brains and keep writing. Is this a talent? Or is it a craft?

If it is a craft, then there are methods and techniques that can be honed.

Especially online literature.

"so……"

Chen Dongguo's voice came from the podium not far away - Shi Xin was indeed very capable, and chose a seat in the first three rows, inconspicuous, but clearly audible.

“I can teach you how to write, write characters, write plots, but I can’t teach you how to persevere… You have to persevere not only in writing, but also in its ‘accessories’ – reading, thinking, and ideas… At the same time, you have to deal with the despair of not being able to write, the collapse of being rejected, and the helplessness of readers not understanding… So, now you know why writers are prone to mental disorders?”

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

But Jiang Baige couldn't laugh, because she was the one who was almost going insane due to despair, collapse and powerlessness.

I don’t even know if I can be a “writer”.

The feeling of self-doubt emerged from the depths of her mind again, and she gasped heavily like a drowning fish...

"Classmate, are you okay?"

Behind her, someone patted Jiang Baige's arm gently. She turned around and saw Chen Xi's slightly anxious face.

Is she here too?

Maybe it was because Chen Xi arrived a little later and Jiang Baige didn’t look back after sitting down, so she didn’t see her.

"I noticed that your body has been shaking. Are you... okay? It seems... you have been sweating a lot?"

Chen Xi moved closer, his eyes gleaming with kindness.