"Why don't you say anything?"
Wen Mian followed Jiang Baige's gaze and understood. She couldn't help but poked Jiang Baige with her elbow: "Do you like it that much?"
Jiang Baige's aesthetics have always been fixed: dress to look thin, take off clothes to look fat, be tall, and have a good complexion. She is white, and her face is even more beautiful - the kind where you can't tell the difference between male and female.
As for the boy not far away, if he was surprised when he saw his back just now, now he is surprised when he sees his face.
Even with his wet hair sticking to his scalp, you can still see his delicate facial features, with almost perfect proportions, embedded in his palm-sized face.
Wen Mian smiled to himself: This is exactly what Jiang Baige wants.
But she didn’t know that in her previous life, it was Lu Tian who “actively pursued” Jiang Baige.
But now Lu Tian is just a boy Jiang Baige met by chance at the Muay Thai club.
After wiping his sweat, he took his gloves, water glass and towel and prepared to take a shower. When he passed by Jiang Baige and the others, he didn't even look at them.
That’s right, Jiang Baige thought, Lu Tian plays football, does he still lack the eyes and applause of the opposite sex?
She came to her senses and grabbed the girl who was about to prepare the contract documents: "Sorry, I suddenly remembered that a summer camp fee was deducted from my card two days ago, and I can't register for the class now. "
After saying that, she pulled the confused Wen Mian away from the door under the somewhat sad eyes of the girl.
"I don't understand... Obviously that face is exactly what you like."
Jiang Baige was speechless, she didn't know what to say.
You can’t say——
[This man is one year younger than us. Even though he has well-developed limbs, he actually has a delicate mind. He is still a reader I have never met. Because he liked my articles in the school newspaper supplement, he wrote me many emails. ]
[But maybe it was because his words were too warm and enthusiastic that I regarded him as a pervert, so I ignored him and even wrote a short article to satirize his behavior, which made him feel discouraged. . ]
[Then one day, I unexpectedly learned that the "little licking dog" who had been writing me emails turned out to be Lu Tian, the star forward of the school football team who I fell in love with at first sight when I was a sophomore, but by then I had already Falling in love with that bastard Li Bingyang. ]
Perhaps I should add a few words at the end: What a bad fate!
If he really said that, Wen Mian might say, "Wouldn't it be great to have a chance to start over again now?"
Is it really great?
She doesn't know. All she knew was that she subconsciously wanted to escape.
Now Lu Tian has just entered the university. He may not have opened the school newspaper or read her articles, so he is not yet her reader.
And she, if the signing of the new website goes smoothly, she plans to resign from the school newspaper supplementAs an editor, I focus on writing online articles.
Therefore, she and him will never have any intersection again.
It’s still the same sentence - there is no man in my heart, so I draw my sword to the God of Nature.
After reviving her life, her goal is to become a great internet writer, not "Lu Tian's goddess".
Jiang Baige was so lost in thought that he didn't notice that the pen tip stayed on the paper for too long, and a dazzling red had appeared, blocking the black printed words below.
She hurriedly turned on her computer and pulled out the electronic document.
This will be her last article published in the school newspaper supplement.
Taking advantage of the weekend, she planned to go over it again before going to the editor-in-chief’s office next week to type and finalize it, so as to bring a successful end to this farewell.
Most of the supplements publish short and concise essays, no more than 800 words in length. But Jiang Baige has a "problem", that is, "too much nonsense", and after deletion and deletion, there are still one thousand and two. I couldn't change the electronic version, so I changed it to a paper version.
Who would have thought that as the morning passed, her mind would be filled with what happened when she met Lu Tian a day ago, and her mind was not on the manuscript at all.
She was already upset and hungry, so she got up a little annoyed and planned to eat.
She happened to be in time for lunch, and she didn’t know who was walking in the wind. When she turned around to put down her computer and turned back, her manuscripts, newspapers, and scraps of paper were already scattered all over the floor.
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"Is this yours?"
A familiar yet distant voice came from above his head. Jiang Baige raised his head and faced Lu Tian's bottomless black face. eyes.
After a brief absence, Jiang Baige took the manuscript: "It's mine, thank you."
"The manuscript was not revised smoothly?"
Lu Tian pointed at the piece of red ink on the manuscript and asked with a smile.
"Writing a manuscript is like this."
He saw the school newspaper on Jiang Baige's desk again: "Are you going to submit a manuscript to the school newspaper?"
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Actually it is not a submission.
Because the supplement often lacks manuscripts, in order to avoid opening up the skylight, the editor has to write his own manuscript to top it up.
The same is true for this article.
But Jiang Baige didn't want to say so much to him, and just nodded perfunctorily: "Yeah."
It wasn't until his back disappeared behind the goalpost that Jiang Baige lost his strength. He seemed to sit back on the chair, slowly calming down his excessive heartbeat just now.
It turns out that sports students also come to the library...
This seems to be a stereotype? However, she already had a lot of stereotypes about him, whether it was about the word "sports student" or Lu Tian, an avid reader.
What if we meet again if we do it again?
He doesn’t remember their first meeting, and she won’t continue to report to schoolSupplement publishes articles.
Forget it.
Fortunately, although her love life was not going well, her career has ushered in a new turning point - her application for signing a contract with Nanlin.com has passed.
Jiang Baige was so excited in class that she almost screamed, but she couldn't, because Li Bingyang's coveting of her manuscript taught her one thing: things are done in a secret way.
She sent a friend application to the editor, feeling a little uneasy.
Because this is the path she did not choose in her previous life.
But what she is sure of is that Nanlin.com will make great progress in the next ten years, using countless classic works and great authors to establish its unshakable dominance of female channels.
More importantly, it has done something that other websites have never done: opened up the channel between online literature and film and television adaptations.
After several successful film and television adaptations, countless authors began to visit this website one after another, just to be able to sell the film and television rights and "serfs" to sing.
But there is still no clue about all this.
Ten years ago, it was not easy to adapt movies and TV series, even into non-profit radio dramas.
She didn’t know if she could become that “pig standing in the wind”, but now she knew where the wind was, and she had to go up to it.
"Hey, get out of class is almost over."
Wen Mian reminded in a low voice.
Jiang Baige sighed silently, returning to the bone reality from the beautiful imagination of the future: No matter how she expressly hinted, Li Bingyang firmly stated that he must see her. .
The school bell rang on time like an announcement of doom.
Jiang Baige quickly packed her schoolbag and left the classroom. Before she could walk down the stairs, she met Li Bingyang who was hurriedly going upstairs.
It’s a disaster, it can’t be avoided!