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

Chapter 332 She was surrounded by a sense of powerlessness

Jiang Baige poked the rice a few times with her chopsticks but didn't take two bites, which was far from her usual love for food.

Xin Zhiping immediately saw the clue: "What's wrong, not to your liking?"

As he said this, he was about to take out his cell phone and order some other takeout.

Jiang Baige stretched out her hand and held Xin Zhiping down: "No... it's fine, it's my own problem..."

"Are you too tired this afternoon? Why don't you go back earlier and don't come over these two days. Wait until we move..."

"Actually, before I came here today, I went to Red Maple Home."

Jiang Baige told them everything about the tenant she had met before at Lao He's house and how she had advised them not to rent a house. She spoke with great excitement and a dry mouth, as if she had been holding it in for a long time and finally could let it out.

But after she finished speaking, she seemed to be deflated and wilted, and began to unconsciously poke the white rice with her chopsticks again.

Xin Zhiping witnessed Jiang Baige standing up for Cen Muzi, heard about her helping Tao Mindai's childhood friend, and knew that she and Song Siwen, who was also from the same undergraduate school and later studied journalism at Anhui University, went to Fengshui to save people...

So she knew Jiang Baige's psychological activities better than Mo Songru.

"I know you want to help them, but we can't save everyone."

These words hurt Jiang Baige a little, because she knew that Xin Zhiping was right.

Not to mention everyone, just look at those people she has helped. Is it really true that their lives have not been affected by those bad things?

Fang Yun was poisoned and had to leave school and go to a foreign country.

Jingchai suffered in pain for so long before she met her.

The scars on Zhuang Yao's face, her suspension from school, and the pain Xiaomi had suffered... they could not intervene.

Even Cen Muzi regretted not being able to see her grandma for the last time. Even if she had the chance to do it again, she couldn't do it.

And now...

She could help those two girls, but what about the other girls? She had her own life and couldn't just stare at Lao He's house every day.

This means that someone will eventually live in that house and repeat the tragic fate of Mo Songru and others in their previous life.

She thought about exposing Lao He on her own public account.

But the problem is that until now, she can't really be sure that Lao He's house is the "Chuanchuan house".

And she had no way to verify her guess.

What if this matter gets out of hand and Old He sues her for defamation or something, wouldn't that be troublesome?

Even if she doesn't care about being sued or fined, how many people read her public account?

As long as the house in question exists, there is no solution to this problem.

Unless she sets fire to the house.

Jiang Baige really didn't expect that in the end she wouldn't be able to find a "legal" way to resolve the matter.

Even if Mr. He is guilty, how innocent are his neighbors? Even if we want to carry out lynching, we shouldn't "punish all by association".

Besides, she couldn't possibly do that: she didn't have the guts.

At this moment, Jiang Baige finally felt the "dilemma": she would not do anything illegal, but she could not find a solution that was not illegal.

"Don't put so much pressure on yourself..."

Xin Zhiping patted Jiang Baige on the shoulder and wanted to give her some advice, but Mo Songru suddenly spoke.

"It just occurred to me that maybe I could do a topic on selecting rental housing?"

"Hmm? Isn't this what you have been doing before?"

"Yes... But I didn't consider environmental protection, safety, and health before." Mo Songru touched his chin, "I think most tenants are like us, considering price, location, etc... Even if they consider safety, they are considering fire prevention and theft prevention, not the possible harm caused by decoration."

If Jiang Baige hadn't had a physical reaction, they might have moved into Lao He's house by now.

“So you want to teach people how to identify a house like this?”

"That's right!" Mo Songru snapped his fingers, "But I still need to think about the specific details."

Jiang Baige expressed her support for this topic and said that she could send her an electronic version of the information found previously.

However, after that day, Jiang Baige let the matter go.

She had to admit her powerlessness.

She also has to live her own life first - it always has to be like this. If her life is a mess, she can't be expected to be of any use to others.

***

A few days later, Mo Songru moved in first.

Two days later, Jiang Baige and Xin Zhiping also moved in. By then, Mo Songru had already changed the door lock.

After moving, Jiang Baige planned to report to the company officially and planned to start work in early July.

But after only one day of work, the HR who took her to the interview told her to report back in early August.

After asking in detail, I found out that it was because the company usually organizes vacations for employees in July and August, so they either have to join the company before July or in August.

Jiang Baige was stuck in the middle, so she could only lean back.

But this cannot be blamed on Jiang Baige, because for some reason their class did not receive their graduation certificates and degree certificates until almost July, and without those things, she had no way of reporting.

Just like that, she somehow got an extra month of vacation.

She planned to seize this last "good day" before officially going to work and save the manuscript for her quick-travel article.

The last entertainment industry article will be completed in early July.

After about half a month's rest, she will start a new quick-travel novel before the end of July - this is the frequency of her starting a new novel.

But because she was busy with graduation and internship in April and May, and went to Hong Kong, and was also very busy with housing issues in June, she has only just finished writing the outline and the beginning, and has not even finished the first small world.

If she is still studying, then even if she starts saving manuscripts now, she should be able to catch up.

But now it's different, she's going to work.

Not to mention that working hours are not as flexible as school hours, the level of mental and physical exhaustion from working is incomparable to that of school hours.

She doubted whether she could maintain the writing speed she had in school.

But since I have decided to make a living by writing, I cannot gamble on probability.

Because this time she is writing a quick-travel story, according to her plan, each small world will have about 100,000 words, and there may be eight to ten small worlds. The entire novel will be of considerable size when written down.

With a month's time, adding what I wrote before, it shouldn't be a problem to save 200,000 words.

But when she really started writing, she felt herself being gripped by that feeling of powerlessness again.

Although she tried hard to extricate herself from the "room-hopping" thing, every time she passed by the Red Maple Home, her steps were always uncontrollable and she wanted to walk inside. Later, she simply stopped going there.

To be honest, she didn't like herself like this.

Just like in her novel, the heroine, as an awakened NPC, became the emperor's vicious favorite concubine in the first small world she entered after waking up...