Reborn to get the male god system, but transformed into a girl

Soon, the table was full of dishes.

Mi Wanqing's mother also brought two bottles of drinks, and the five people sat in a circle around the table.

"Aren't you waiting for uncle to come back?" Bai Jingran looked around, but didn't see Mi Wanqing's father.

"My dad usually comes back very late, so there's no need to wait for him." Mi Wanqing whispered.

"Then I wish Wanwan a happy birthday first!" Jiang Shi raised his glass and brought the atmosphere back.

"Happy birthday!" The others also clinked their glasses with Jiang Shi.

Then they ate the birthday cake. After turning off the lights in the room, Huang Qiqi took the cake out of the refrigerator.

The cream was decorated with cherries and strawberries, and there were blessings written in jam.

"Wanwan, how many candles do you want to put on?" Bai Jingran held a colorful candle in his hand.

"Put six, six is ​​auspicious!" Mi Wanqing reached out to take it, and then put the candles in place.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the girls' smiles.

Mi Wanqing's mother also sat aside with a smile, watching a group of children laughing and playing.

"Make a wish first, you haven't made a wish yet!" Huang Qiqi pulled Mi Wanqing who was about to blow.

Mi Wanqing closed her eyes, opened them after a moment, and blew out all the candles in one breath.

The room suddenly darkened.

When Bai Jingran turned on the light again.

"Ah, who put cream on my face!" Mi Wanqing said tenderly while touching her face.

Jiang Shi put his finger in his mouth, looked away, and echoed: "Yes, who is so wicked..."

"Hahaha!"

In the end, she couldn't help laughing and broke her act.

Before Jiang Shi could laugh for long, a pair of hands stretched out from behind her, and with a stroke of three fingers, Jiang Shi's face instantly had six white marks, like a kitten's whiskers.

"Jiang Jiang, you look more like a kitten now!"

Huang Qiqi laughed out loud, and Bai Jingran, as the initiator, also laughed non-stop.

Jiang Shi turned around and rubbed his face against the others, causing a burst of screams.

After eating and drinking, several people took out the gifts they prepared and gave them to Mi Wanqing.

Bai Jingran prepared a rabbit doll, which felt very smooth.

Huang Qiqi prepared a music box.

Happy time always passes quickly, and it was already seven o'clock in a short while.

Because they had to go to school the next day, several people said goodbye and prepared to go home.

"See you tomorrow!"

Jiang Shi waved and rode away on his bicycle.

...

A new week.

With the blessing of the "no external things in mind" buff, the boring learning tasks became particularly simple for Jiang Shi.

Whether it was difficult foreign language grammar and words, or troublesome formulas, as long as she memorized them a few times, she could basically understand them.

The bad thing was that she had learned everything, and then she felt bored when she listened to the teacher's class.

The knowledge points in it were already familiar to her.

Of course, except for Lao Zhuang, this little old man can always find something outside the textbook, and he can talk for most of the class.

Just like now, Zhuang Da waved his hands and told the story of the Twelve Beauties of Jinling.

Jiang Shi propped up her head, as if she was listening to a crosstalk.

The story of "Dream of Red Mansions" is really too classic. She has read it more than ten times in the past, and many plots are still vivid.

After the Chinese class, Jiang Shi was just about to pull Bai Jingran to the bathroom.

He was dragged out of the classroom by Lao Zhuang again.

"Ahem," Zhuang Da held the thermos cup in his right hand and took a sip to moisten his throat.

"You don't have to go to the physical education and art classes this afternoon. The school organized training for all students participating in the essay competition."

"Well, can I not go?" Jiang Shi raised her hand and said weakly.

She felt that she should not participate in such training camps and other activities, and more importantly...

The music teacher is much more pleasing to the eye than the little old man Zhuang Da.

"No!" Zhuang Da narrowed his eyes and immediately extinguished Jiang Shi's desire to slack off.

"There are still some precautions for the competition that I need to explain to you. Moreover, this is your first time participating. Don't be completely clueless when you arrive at No. 1 Middle School."

"And this competition is very large. If you can advance to the provincial level, it will be helpful for you to apply for special recruitment in the future..."

Seeing that Lao Zhuang's pie was getting bigger and bigger, Jiang Shi could only nod and accept it.

She knew in her heart that it was already past the popularity of the New Concept Composition. It was basically impossible to enter a top university through special recruitment of literature.

And with the help of the system and the memory of the previous life, the college entrance examination was not too difficult for Jiang Shi.

However, things like composition competitions are not only about her.

If you can get good grades, the instructor can also benefit from it, and it can be used for rating and evaluation of professional titles.

This is a bigThis is probably one of the reasons why Lao Zhuang is so concerned.

As they were chatting, English teacher Hua Moli also walked to the door of the classroom. The next class of Class 3 was her English class.

"Dean Zhuang, what's wrong?"

Looking at Jiang Shi's drooping appearance, she thought he was caught by Director Zhuang for being absent in class.

And she still had some impression of Jiang Shi. He was Bai Jingran's deskmate. He was very good at Chinese, but his English grades were terrible.

"Teacher Hua is here. It's okay. I just want to talk to her about the essay competition."

Zhuang Da didn't say anything more when he saw this. He greeted Hua Moli, gave a few more instructions, and left.

Hua Moli handed the homework book in her hand to Jiang Shi.

"It's just right. Jiang, please help the teacher distribute the homework books."

She smiled and whispered: "Good luck in the competition, but you have to study English well!"

Jiang Shi had no choice but to nod his head. His good break was ruined.

The place for pre-match training was chosen in the multimedia classroom.

There are a total of 7 students from the three grades participating in the competition this time.

Two students from each of the first and third grades, and three students from the second grade.

Seven students seemed very scattered in the 30-seat multimedia classroom.

However, the second and third graders sat together, and it seemed that they all knew each other.

Jiang Shi found a position far away from the center and paddled alone.

"Hello, I am Xue Yuanyin from Class 7 of the first grade. I see that you are not sitting with them, so you should also be from the first grade?"

Jiang Shi looked at the familiar... boy in front of him?

He only replied lightly: "Class 3, Jiang Shi."

He exuded an aura of keeping strangers away and maintained his aloof personality.

The other party had half-long hair, and if it weren't for the low voice, it would be hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

However, Xue Yuanyin obviously didn't receive the emotion of "don't bother me" in Jiang Shi's words.

Instead, he exclaimed: "Are you the big guy who scored 135 points in the monthly Chinese exam?"

The voice was so loud that it instantly reached the ears of everyone in the classroom.

Several senior students also looked over.

Jiang Shi immediately wanted to punch this guy to death, you know it clearly!

"You're bragging about the first-year monthly exam, don't you just need hands?"

A voice came from the other side of the classroom.

"If I were to ask you, there's really no one going to Laozhuang. First-year students should just study hard, why are you joining in the fun?"

The person who spoke was a boy with a crew cut, crossing his legs and looking down on others.

Jiang Shi didn't even move her head. She wasn't so idle as to waste time with such a person.