In 2014, a major leak occurred at an island nuclear power plant.
However, at this time, people are still unaware that ten years later, this group of crazy carbon-based organisms will discharge nuclear sewage into the ocean for their own selfish purposes, regardless of the life and death of other people and the earth.
In the last life, Jiang Baige wanted to write about this theme - the story of a female writer looking for her mother, uniting with other surviving women, and saving the world together.
Unfortunately, she died suddenly before the story was written.
So this time, as soon as she saw the call for essays, she immediately decided to write the story.
Since she has fulfilled her unfulfilled wish, ten years later, when the island country actually discharges nuclear sewage into the ocean, she believes that this book will be seen by people again.
For her, this is a good thing that brings fame and fortune.
But Linlang didn’t know that now. She was a little confused: [Nuclear sewage? What is that? ]
Jiang Baige sent him a news link about the leaked news about the island nation's nuclear power plant.
He also said: [I was inspired by this news. You know, nuclear radiation is a mutation element, which is very suitable for writing a grand world view. ]
Linlang: [So, you are going to write a million-word novel again? ]
Jiang Baige: [Yes, but the setting of this world view will take some time. ]
She gave herself a month to complete two things.
First, make the overall setting of the apocalyptic novel. The more detailed the outline, the better. You must also finish the beginning.
Secondly, for the small article about 300,000 words in the trumpet, I wrote at least one-third or as much as half the content of the book.
She only reserved one month for the "completion period" of her large size.
Within a month, she must publish a new article while there is still some momentum. And being naked is even more dangerous. Only by saving your manuscript can you feel safe.
In addition, she must publish new articles this month.
——There cannot be a break between old articles and new articles. This is the habit of full-time authors. Otherwise, income will also be stagnant.
Definitely a taboo.
The article she wrote for Bai Yang during the summer vacation will be serialized this week. Since the entire text has been saved, you don’t have to worry about anything other than setting the timer to send it.
By the middle of the month, I had saved about 50,000 words of sweet articles and could start updating them. But because I don’t have many manuscripts, I have to write at least one chapter every day.
She plans to devote the remaining time and energy to writing about the apocalypse.
In this way, during the "National Day", the large account can almost publish new articles.
So, when Jiang Baige saw that the double-degree course took up two days of the weekend, she collapsed...
How could she spend her time with such an intensive schedule?writing?
"Xingran, why didn't you tell me... there are so many courses for double majors!"
Lin Xingran looked innocent: "I thought you knew... After all, this I am studying for a degree, and I mainly take classes on weekends, so there will definitely be a lot of class hours.”
No, she didn’t know.
Jiang Baige looked at the outline of the apocalyptic novel in front of him, which he had revised three or four times and was still not satisfied with, with a look of sadness on his face: "It's over now..."
"Your manuscript is so difficult. Write? ”
There are not many classes in the junior year, otherwise the double major would not be arranged in the junior and senior years. Jiang Baige started typing on the keyboard, his fingertips were as fast as flying, and his hand speed was the default speed in the dormitory. Why didn't he have time to write a 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 take his computer to class.
Many people bring laptops to class to take notes, and this move is not conspicuous.
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But there were no notes on her computer, so she could only separate from Lin Xingran, who was dedicated to learning, and sat alone in the back row, immersed in her apocalyptic world, without even noticing that there was someone behind her. I watched her typing with great interest.
"When you were in high school, did you secretly write novels in class?"
When Jiang Baige looked back, he saw a familiar stranger.
Strange because she didn’t know his name.
"It's you..."
Familiar because she owed him a school bag.
Jiang Baige cleaned up while talking. These two classes have ended and we will change to another classroom later.
The studious Lin Xingran was on the podium, asking the teacher questions enthusiastically.
She was waiting for someone below. She was idle anyway, so there was no harm in chatting: "Don't tell me, you just think that I wrote two classes?"
The other party laughed: "I spent money, of course, mainly to listen to the class. But you, the keyboard was clacking, the teacher thought you were paying attention to the class, and every time he saw you, his eyes must be gentle. If she knew you I'm afraid I'll be heartbroken if I desert here..."
"Are all the people in your medical school so poor?"
At this time, the other party was a little surprised: "You know I'm from a medical school?"
Jiang Baige handed him the schoolbag and textbooks: "I said, you haven't noticed this week that your textbooks are missing?"
p>The boy rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment: "It turns out I left it here... I thought I lost it, so I registered it as lost and found in the library and teaching building..."
< p> This look is a bit honestPark.Jiang Baige took a closer look at the other person's features and couldn't help but be surprised: This medical school is really full of beauties.
It’s just that Jiang Baige has always liked thick eyebrows and big eyes, so for beauties with light complexions, you need to look at them more often to taste them.
"Ah, 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. Makes people feel comfortable physically and mentally.
Especially for a person who is physically and mentally numb when writing.
Jiang Baige was fascinated and confused, and opened his mouth: "Are you going to class later? Do you want to come together?"
"Okay, but, you You haven't told me...your name yet?"
Jiang Baige vaguely explained his name, department, grade, and hobby of writing online articles.
After Lin Xingran packed up and walked to Jiang Baige, he inexplicably discovered that another person had been added to the group of two people traveling together.
——Song Siwen had a lecture on cross-postgraduate entrance examination today, and he slipped away midway through the class.
When the three of them walk together, they always find something to talk about.
So Jiang Baige also knew that Yao Jing was at the same level 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. As for what it was, Jiang Baige didn't pay much attention.
Her eyes were attracted by the teacher who arrived in the classroom early from the moment she entered the classroom.
The teacher of the English intensive reading class was wearing a black velvet cheongsam, which outlined an almost perfect figure. She had a low bun and gold-rimmed glasses, and was looking down at the lesson plan in her hand.
The light and alienated intellectual atmosphere in every gesture is like an exquisite oil painting, making people unable to take their eyes away.
What Jiang Baige saw was the shadow of tragedy shrouded in it...
She was sure that she had not recognized the wrong person.
Because the teacher who appeared in front of the TV cameras and cried so hard that he even collapsed on the ground was wearing this black cheongsam...