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

Lu Tian was familiar with the name "Bai Xiaoniao" because it was the username of Jiang Baige Sugar Garlic Network.

As for Jiang Baige, she was even more familiar with that voice——

"Siwen, why are you here?"

Surprised and delighted.

But for the other two, they were probably just shocked: "You... know each other?"

Li Yu pointed at Jiang Baige and glanced at Lu Tian. Lu Tian shrugged, looking like he didn't know.

Song Siwen came over and put his arm around Jiang Baige's shoulder: "She is my good friend, a famous justice messenger in the Chinese department."

After that, he shook his head in amusement and said, "I'm talking to you, why are you always so confused with the people from the Sports Institute?"

She was referring to Han Li and Li Yu, but Lu Tian was too self-indulgent and put himself in their shoes, and quickly interrupted her.

"This... this matter has nothing to do with Senior. It was me, I was careless... Last night, did I... ruin your plan?"

"Yes..." Song Siwen shook his finger, "No."

"Okay, don't tell him such complicated things. He is too stubborn to understand."

Jiang Baige smiled and bumped Song Siwen's shoulder.

With acquaintances, things would be much easier: "Since your plan has not been completely ruined, what do you want to do next?"

"I still want to follow the original plan and use the recorder as evidence to report Xiong Yang."

Li Yu spoke first.

Song Siwen continued: "I will help her by publishing articles in the school newspaper to expand the influence of this matter. We will also..."

Before she finished speaking, Jiang Baige interrupted her: "No."

"What?" Li Yu and Song Siwen were both stunned.

"If you do this, I guarantee that Li Yu's report will eventually be sent back to the academy for self-examination, and you, Siwen, your article will never be published..."

"How can you ..."

She could, because she remembered.

This incident did happen in her previous life, but she had never connected it with Song Siwen before.

Before her junior year, Song Siwen was depressed for a long time. But when asked what happened, she just shook her head and said it was nothing.

Until one day, Jiang Baige went to the office to typeset the new issue of the newspaper. When she went to the bathroom, she heard Song Siwen talking loudly in the corridor.

She walked over quietly and found that Song Siwen was arguing with the teacher in charge of young reporters in the school newspaper.

Compared to Song Siwen's anger, the teacher's expression was more helpless and indifferent, but he maintained a little patience and advised.

"You are now looking for trouble with a department leader - what is a leader? It means that if you want to publish a report, you need my approval, and if I don't let you publish it, you can only get out."

"Then I'll just leave the school newspaper."

"Is it now a question of whether you stay in the school newspaper or not? There are so many things you can report - summer camps, school anniversary activities, scientific research results, leadership inspections... Why do you have to focus on this unimportant sports college?"

"It doesn't matter! That's the youth and future of so many girls!"

"So what?" The teacher's expression did not waver. "When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. You are under my roof, and I am under the roof of the school. If I ask you to send this article out, who will be responsible for my future?"

Song Siwen sneered, but the teacher was not angry.

"I know you have your so-called journalistic ideals, but reporting on the termites in this school's newspaper is like trying to lift yourself off the earth by your own ears - impossible! You are still young and naive, and this is the most important lesson this school teaches you before you enter society."

Song Siwen was silent, but she looked up stubbornly. She stood with her back to the light, and her shadow fell on her like a heavy mountain.

Like a monument called idealism - but it can only be a monument.

The two parted unhappily. The teacher threw the manuscript on the ground and said lightly, "Think it over for yourself!"

Go ahead and go.

Song Siwen stood there for a long time before he fell softly to the ground as if his spine was suddenly pulled out.

Jiang Baige rushed over and supported her: "Are you okay?"

Song Siwen shook his head: "I'm fine... I'm just very disappointed."

Jiang Baige lowered her head and vaguely saw the title and content of the manuscript: Institute of Physical Education... Long-term harassment... Leaders... Female students... It seemed that "Li Yu" and "Xiong Yang" had not been changed to pseudonyms in time.

The report ultimately resulted in a stillbirth.

I don’t know what Song Siwen figured out, but he continued to stay in the school newspaper, and after graduation he took the cross-examination to study journalism.

This incident was gently sandwiched in Jiang Baige's memory.

It was opened again, unexpectedly because I met the victim.

Her thoughts returned to the present - things have come to this point, unlike Han Li and the others at that time, because nothing had happened yet, so they could make plans in advance.

Now, they are very passive and have no strong supporters.

She looked up at Song Siwen.

Obviously, she had already thought about what Jiang Baige said just now. She knew that what they were doing was like hitting a rock with an egg.

In the deadlock, Li Yu spoke up: "I understand your concerns. But the worst that can happen to me is that I will not be around here anymore. If I can make him bleed a little and learn a lesson, it won't be a loss."

But did Xiong Yang really learn his lesson? Not at all.

At least in Jiang Baige's memory, this incident was like a drop in the ocean. If it had not been brought up again in this life, it would be as if it had never happened.

She was worried that the failure of this matter would deal a greater blow to Li Yu.

Unfortunately, she didn't know what happened in her previous life.

"No, we'll find a different way."

Jiang Baige finally spoke.

Three pairs of eyes fell on her at the same time: "Li Yu, ask yourself, what is the most important thing to you now?"

"It's...what?"

Li Yu was confused by this question.

"It's the last chance to get into the provincial team."

"What?!" Li Yu's face was full of disbelief, but the next second, she regained her composure, "You are right. But what you said is a false proposition."

"Yes, Senior Sister and that old man have already torn their faces apart. It is definitely impossible to ask him for help now!"

"Yes." Li Yu nodded, "Besides, I will never give in to him!"

But Jiang Baige did not respond to the two men's words. Instead, she turned to look at Song Siwen: "Siwen, from what I know about you, since you found Li Yu, it means that you have done enough homework, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"Evidence. I need to know how many 'secret weapons' you have."

Jiang Baige looked at Song Siwen and said word by word: "Instead of using them to make a bet with a very small chance of winning, it is better to take advantage of this opportunity to send Li Yu to where she should go."