Reborn Nine Zero became a top student, she was doted on by her seven brothers

Song Zhizhi’s face was frozen with laughter all morning!

After school was over at noon, several classmates went back together, and they escorted her home before leaving!

Meng Qiuqiu wanted to say something but couldn't find a chance. It wasn't until he went to school at noon that he blocked Song Zhizhi at the school gate and handed her a green tongue.

"Eat quickly to cool down. It's too hot today. Just treat it like a gentleman thanking you for your guidance. Eat quickly!" Meng Qiuqiu was afraid that Song Zhizhi would ask for money again and refuse, so he simply stuffed it into her hand.

He moved too much and pushed Song Zhizhi to stagger. All the classmates who were passing by were watching, especially the female classmates who were even more surprised after confirming that Song Zhizhi and the black boy were friends.

"Sister, you see that Song Zhizhi is different from us. If we see senior students, we wouldn't dare to speak. They have such a good relationship."

"That's right, I'm so envious. It seems like I'm being pampered by my brother. It's great!"

"Sister, why don't you say anything? Why are you staring at Song Zhizhi all the time? You don't know each other, right? But isn't it bad for her to be so close to boys?"

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Several classmates were talking about it, and Sister Wang looked away. She just nodded casually and said nothing, but then she couldn't help but glance at Song Zhizhi. As if she was aware of her gaze, Song Zhizhi suddenly turned around and looked at her.

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Sister Wang's heart skipped a beat, remembering what she had said before that she had to call her Sister Zhizhi every time she saw her. In an instant, her face turned red and she turned around and ran away.

When several other students saw Song Zhizhi looking over, they all smiled and waved hello. They were a little embarrassed by Sister Wang's behavior and immediately chased after her.

"Song Zhizhi, you don't know how to bully others, why are they scared away when they look at you!" Meng Qiuqiu saw this process clearly, especially the moment when Sister Wang and Song Zhizhi looked at each other, the anger and fear in their eyes

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Song Zhizhi shook his head and chuckled, "If learning to crush someone too hard is considered bullying, then so be it. She is the neighbor sister who lost the battle with me. Maybe she has left a shadow in the past!"

She didn't ask her to call her Sister Zhizhi now, why are she so nervous.

But it's okay to be afraid. At a young age, it's easy to impulsively press her into the mud. If you're not afraid of her, you won't be jealous of her in the future, and you won't be able to do it again.

However, as long as she doesn't offend her, she won't take the initiative to trouble her.

"Hahaha, it turns out it's her, so you're bullying me!" Even a sixth grader like him can't compete with him. She's only a third grader. This crushing is too cruel!

If it were him, he would be depressed for a long time.

After they finished eating, they threw the ice cream sticks into the trash can and then returned to the classroom to prepare for class. As soon as they sat down, the female classmate with an oval face at the table behind her patted her on the shoulder and said, "Song Zhizhi, Song Zhizhi, there is an essay competition for primary school students.

Do you want to participate?"

"Participate!" Song Zhizhi subconsciously agreed before turning around.

This shows her obsession with scores.

The oval-faced girl never expected Song Zhizhi to answer so readily. She was a little stunned immediately and quickly reacted to write her name on the list.

"Okay, then you can take the time to write an article today. It only needs 500 words. Just give it to Teacher Wu before school in the afternoon!"

The oval-faced girl nodded and whispered instructions.

"By the way," my surname is Song, and my name is Song Jiaxin. I am the deputy monitor and part-time entertainment committee member. Then I have other school leaders coming to visit next Monday. They need to randomly select students for a talent show. Do you want to participate?"

She asked half the girls in the class about this person, but no one dared to participate. She said so many leaders were scared!

But she could only sing a few old songs, which were not up to par, so she tentatively asked, after all, gifted children might also have skills in other areas.

Even if he can only compare with her, Song Zhizhi is only seven years old, so he must shock everyone!

She smiled with an attentive look on her face, and Song Zhizhi nodded again, "Yes, but I can only play the piano. Is there a piano in the school?"

In her memory, the elementary school was very poor. Let alone piano, music classes were all about teaching children's songs.

Sure enough, Song Jiaxin's eyes suddenly shone with frustration and she shook her head, "No!"

That thing may not be available in the entire town!

"How about you singing?" Song Jiaxin refused to give up. If she didn't know how, she would teach her!

"Then you write a song, and the song is "On the Field of Hope"!" Song Zhizhi thought for a while, and immediately came up with the result. The red songs she had studied for two years in junior high school in her previous life came in handy, right?

Song Jiaxin had no idea what hope she had in the field, so she directly gave the form to Song Zhizhi to fill in. When she took it back and looked at it, she suddenly realized that it seemed to be a red song.

But she was a little worried about whether she could sing well. She asked Song Zhizhi to sing two or three lines before she gave up. She was even looking forward to it.

The bell for morning self-study rang, and she immediately ran to the teacher's office with her watch in hand.

As soon as she left, a boy with a square face came to Song Zhizhi from the side and smiled attentively, "Song Zhizhi, I am Li Tao, the math class representative. I have a Mathematical Olympiad competition here. Are you interested?"

Originally only those in the fifth grade of elementary school could participate, but this year the teacher said that the restrictions would be relaxed, so he came directly to Song Zhizhi. Now only those with perfect scores on the third-grade final questions can participate. There is no one in the third grade who is more qualified than Song Zhizhi.

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Another game?

I poked the nest of the competition today, it was great!

Song Zhizhi already had a picture in her mind of herself frantically collecting scores, and she nodded again, "When will it not conflict with the composition competition and program performance time?"

"Ah...oh, let me take a look!" Li Tao had never thought about this problem and hurriedly asked Song Jiaxin. After confirming that there was no conflict in time, he handed the form to Song Zhizhi, "If there is no conflict, you can fill it out yourself.

Once you’ve filled it out, I’ll give it to the teacher right away!”

Great, his mission has been completed, yeah!

After Song Zhizhi filled it out, she asked Song Jiaxin to get the homework topic - love for the motherland, and then took out her notebook and started writing the patriotic script, which she loved the most and was most familiar with.

[In order to benefit the country through life and death, how can we avoid it because of misfortunes and blessings; I dare not forget about the country because of my humble position, and the coffin must be closed before the matter is settled; the yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and the Loulan will not be returned until it is broken; since ancient times...]

Five hundred words was too little for Song Zhizhi, so she wrote more than five hundred words in one breath, and she didn't stop until the school bell rang.

She waited until the end of the third period of class to read the ending and wrote 700 words. The fourth period was the Chinese teacher Wu's class, so she handed it to Teacher Wu directly before class.

Teacher Wu immediately nodded with satisfaction. Song Zhizhi’s composition skills certainly looked like they were not at the level of a primary school student or a junior high school student. If he handed in this flesh-and-blood article with personal high spirits, I’m afraid he would still be suspected of being ghostwritten by the teacher, right?

Winning the first prize won’t be a problem, and when the time comes, I’ll be able to get a ranking if I deliver it to the city!