"Hungry, so hungry..."
The computer screen gradually dimmed in the dark night.
The man who fell on the table had lost his breath.
"White Pigeon Bu Ge", a famous online writer, died on the last day of 2023 and failed to see the first sunrise of the new year——
Why?
Jiang Baige opened his eyes and found that he was not hungry anymore, and was even a little bloated.
Did she just faint from hunger for a short time yesterday?
"Xiao Bai!"
Someone from behind patted her, which scared her so much that she almost fell off the chair.
Where did the "people" come from?
She has been living alone for three years!
Since she quit her job and concentrated on writing online articles at home, she has long been separated from her relatives. Even her parents only call her during the holidays.
Thinking of this, she turned back in fear, but her eyes closed involuntarily.
"What weird thing are you thinking about again?" The fingertips poked her forehead. It wasn't heavy, but it was like someone's body temperature. "Hurry up, class will start in a while, and this teacher is checking attendance. Notoriously strict..."
Going to class? teacher? Check attendance?
What does it have to do with living at home with her?
No.
She immediately grabbed the phone - hey, why is the screen so small? Still a little familiar? Good guy, isn’t this the same style she wore in college?
When I looked at the time again, I was completely dumbfounded: September 3, 2013.
Ten years ago?
Aren’t you just in your sophomore year?
"Jiang Xiaobai! If you keep nagging me, I'll leave!"
There is only one person who would call her that - her roommate Wen Mian.
Just two days before her "death", the two were still chatting.
Jiang Baige said that she was so poor that she was about to starve to death, but Wen Mian said that if she really starved to death, at the wedding early next year, the wine would be "Jiang Xiaobai" with the same name as her. , chatting to commemorate.
——Tsk, then you might as well just give me the money.
——Okay, wait until you are really hungry to death.
She thought that was their "last" conversation.
"Got it!"
Jiang Baige grabbed his schoolbag and quickly followed.
But as soon as the two of them walked downstairs, Jiang Baige stopped.
"I'll go back!"
After saying that, before Wen Mian could react, Jiang Baige had already turned around and ran upstairs. Sure enough - she was in a hurry to go out and forgot to close the dormitory door.
However, it is still a step too late.
"Thief! Thief! Catch the thief!"
AccompanyingFollowing Jiang Baige's heart-rending screams, many heads suddenly appeared in the corridor.
Wen Mian had just climbed upstairs out of breath. Before he could recover, he saw a group of girls fighting together at the door of his dormitory.
"Jiang Xiaobai?!"
Before she could think about it, she rushed forward quickly.
Most of the people living on this floor are classmates from this college. Even if they are not in the same class, they have met in public classes. After the initial shock, everyone joined the "battle situation" one after another.
The scene fell into chaos for a while.
When Jiang Baige was pulled out of the crowd by the dormitory and security guards, her clothes were torn - but she raised her head like a proud fighting cock.
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Soon after, the police from the police station also came.
"These classmates, please follow me to take notes."
Before that, everyone went back to their houses to confirm whether there was any financial loss.
Jiang Baige looked at the laptop lying quietly in the closet and breathed a sigh of relief - this time, I finally saved you!
In her last life, her computer was stolen because she got up late and forgot to close the dormitory door.
There is a novel she just finished writing on the computer.
It was her first contracted online article. It took her several months to write it, but she finally wrote 300,000 words and completed the entire text. She didn’t even have time to take a second look at it.
Not only that, it also contains an outline that she spent a month working on and is accurate to every plot direction.
Later, although she still finished the book, she lost the passion and inspiration, and many plots were not developed at all, so she ended it hastily, and the profit of the book was also very poor.
If that was all, she would admit it.
But a year later, she saw a novel on another novel website that mainly focused on men's videos. The protagonist's family background, skills, and even encounters were very similar to her lost first draft.
The only difference is that the person changed the female protagonist she wrote into a male protagonist.
She remembered that the book dominated the male channel list on the website for a year, and later the copyright was sold. The TV series alone was filmed for three seasons, and she had not finished it when she died.
This was no accident—because she knew the author of that book very well.
But she had no evidence.
Since then, she has never recovered from this setback.
Later, she was busy with her studies and had no time to write. After finally succeeding in securing a postgraduate degree and having time to write articles, the website she contracted with went bankrupt, so she simply "stopped writing" and stopped writing articles.
It wasn’t until she graduated from graduate school and took classes for several years that she was exhausted both physically and mentally. Then she resigned by chance and started writing online articles full-time.
But at this time, the world of Internet literature was already a red sea. She couldn’tI know how to write bloody stories, but I can't engage in sadomasochism, and I can't always keep up with the latest hot topics...
After using my savings and meager writing income to survive for several years, I finally realized that I was not destined to die.
But before she could return to work, her body suddenly died due to long-term staying up late, anxiety, and lack of nutrition.
Always.
She always makes the wrong decision when she needs to make a decision. She thought more than once that if she was given another chance, she would definitely choose the opposite.
Now, the opportunity has come.
Her life has become a novel with only twenty chapters written. How it develops in the future can be rewritten. But she subconsciously rushed back to protect her computer.
She——still wants to write online articles!
"What are you thinking about?" Wen Mian next to her nudged her with her elbow. Her move was a bit too big, and she pulled the wound at the corner of her mouth. She gasped in pain, "Thank you so much for today. If it weren't for you, my computer would have been stolen..."
Wen Mian likes to watch TV, so he bought a 15-inch laptop. During meals, the four people in the dormitory would sit in front of her computer and watch "Forensic Pioneer".
"You have become the hero of the girls' dormitory!"
Their dormitory was not the only one to suffer.
This time was chosen very cleverly, just before class in the afternoon.
Many people have just woken up and are sleepy and anxious. Several careless dormitories have forgotten to lock the door. The building is also noisy and chaotic. This is a good opportunity to take action.
"But..." Wen Mian always felt that something was wrong, "If you were not a student in our college, you wouldn't know so much about our class times and dormitory conditions, right?"
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But everyone said they had never seen the three thieves caught just now in the courtyard.
"After watching a few episodes of criminal investigation dramas, do you want to imitate others in catching thieves?"
Wen Mian lowered his head in shyness.
The car stopped.
The chassis of this car was a bit high. Jiang Baige sat on the outside and got out first. When she was about to turn her head to help Wen Mian, someone called her from behind: "Jiang Baige?"
She turned her head, and the man was standing facing the light. The expression on his face could not be seen clearly: "It's really you! Why are you here?"
Hehe.
Jiang Baige sneered in her heart, she wanted to know, the bastard who took away her dreams in her previous life - why is he here?