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

Even the writers' association came. Jiang Shi listened with her ears, but her eyes looked out the window. From her angle, she could just see a lush bayberry tree outside, and behind the tree stood a long-haired girl.

The girl held a book and flipped it from time to time, looking like a peaceful scene.

This must be a beautiful girl, but it should still be class time...

Before Jiang Shi could think about it, the invigilator started to distribute the test papers after reading the exam items.

There were three questions in total. Jiang Shi glanced at them and skipped the first two questions.

It was too conventional, and there was no room for her to play. If she wanted to get the bonus, she had to find another way.

[Question 3: It's a pity that the Qin Emperor and Han Wudi were slightly inferior in literary talent; the Tang Emperor and Song Emperor were slightly inferior in charm.

The great hero of a generation, Genghis Khan, only knew how to shoot eagles with a bow.

All the past is gone, and the heroes are still here today.

Throughout the ages, there have been countless heroes, but they have finally become a handful of dust.

Please use this as a topic and create immediately, with no restrictions on the subject matter. 】

Jiang Shi was slightly serious in her heart. This was a very high-minded topic, and the scope was open.

Almost after a little thought, she had an idea in her mind. Isn't this just right to write an article "When the Stars of China Shine".

Limited by the length and time, Jiang Shi decided on a few characters in her mind, and then began to write.

At this time, the classroom was still very quiet, and most people were still in the thinking stage.

After all, it was a time-limited exam, and there was only one chance to start the article, and there was no way to change the subject matter in the middle.

You must think deeply and confirm your ideas before writing.

At this time, someone suddenly broke the calm, and many eyes looked over.

The invigilator also realized the anxiety in the air and reminded him in a serious voice: "Don't be influenced by others."

At the same time, he secretly glanced at Jiang Shi.

There are only two possibilities for starting so quickly. One is that it just happened to hit the general proposition and had prepared article materials in advance.

The second is to make up the numbers and see the world, so just finish writing quickly.

The pen in Jiang Shi's hand kept shaking, and the people around him had their own thoughts.

But Jiang Shi, who had already entered the state, didn't care about so much, there was no word limit for the competition.

There was almost no lag, and an article appeared on the graph paper like flowing water.

The only drawback was that the speed was too fast and the words were not very beautiful.

It can only be said to be "readable", it seems that I have to find time to practice writing...

Jiang Shi put down the pen and looked up and down again.

At this time, only an hour had passed, and many people had only written to the middle.

The classroom was filled with the rustling sound of paper and pen rubbing against each other.

Jiang Shi raised his head and took a long breath, just in time to meet the eyes of the invigilator in front of the classroom.

When their eyes crossed, Jiang Shi suddenly remembered that this person's self-introduction seemed to be the secretary of the Jiangcheng Writers Association.

Not big, not small.

The other party cast an inquiring look, thinking that Jiang Shi had encountered some problems.

The secretary of the Writers Association walked over quickly.

Jiang Shi whispered, "Teacher, can I hand in my paper early now?"

"Yes, go through the back door, be careful not to disturb others."

The other party nodded. In fact, there are many people who hand in their papers early in this kind of competition.

An hour and a half is more than enough for most people.

Not to mention that there are some students who come to slack off and finish after writing about a thousand words.

Jiang Shi packed up his pencil case, stood up, and walked towards the back door.

Along the way, he inevitably attracted the attention of others, but everyone came from different schools and was not familiar with him, and at most he was a little surprised.

After leaving the examination room, Jiang Shi did not go to meet up with Lao Zhuang and others, but walked to the flower bed opposite the meeting room.

That was where she had just seen her beautiful sister.

After finding the bayberry tree, Jiang Shi really saw the slightly thin figure.

"Hello, can I sit here?"

The girl lifted her hair, revealing her snow-white side face, with a blank look, and said after a while: "Oh, oh, sure, you sit."

Jiang Shi stared at the other party. The girl's skin was white and shiny, like a white person.

But her hair was black, and she looked like a mixed race.

"What book are you reading?" Jiang Shi approached curiously. The book in the other party's hand was beautifully wrapped and very thick.

But it was all crooked English, which was a bit unfriendly to Miss Jiang, whose English was already poor.

But you have to find a reason to chat up, and awkward chatting is not her style.

"Wuthering Heights." The girl just replied to Jiang Shi's inquiry lightly.

"Are you a student of No. 1 Middle School? Don't you have to go to class now?"

The girl nodded and asked back: "Aren't you also hanging out here?"

"I'm here to participate in the essay competition.” Jiang Shi explained.

After all, no one said that you can’t walk around the school after the competition.

“Composition, competition?”

“Yes, don’t you know?” Jiang Shi pointed to the meeting room in the distance.

“I’m not in good health, so I don’t have to go to physical education class.” The girl seemed to be speaking with great effort.

She spoke very slowly, with long intervals in between.

Then she turned to ask Jiang Shi: “Then are you good at writing articles?”

It was Miss Jiang’s turn to be silent and scratched her head.

Is it good?

It seems to be just so-so.

Jiang Shi is actually quite clear about her level. She is better than those students in the classroom in terms of word choice and material accumulation.

In terms of real literary literacy, she is still far behind those real young geniuses.

After all, in her eyes, the purpose of writing is to make money.

“It should be, it’s pretty good.” Jiang Shi coughed and flattered himself.

“Then how do you compare with this author? "The girl raised the book in her hand.

"..."

Jiang Shi saw a sly smile in the other person's eyes.

It seems that the little white flower may not be as cute as it looks.

Jiang Shi refused to answer and asked the girl's name instead.

"Shen Yue."

"Jiang Shi."

"Jiang Shi? Do you have nine brothers and sisters?"

"What is Shi, not the number Ten!" Jiang Shi corrected.

Shen Yue closed the book and thought for a while: "The word Shi belongs to the element of gold in the five elements. It is a rare name. Did your parents tell your fortune when you were a child?"

Jiang Shi was stunned. The topic changed a little too quickly. The thinking of the little girl in front of him was very jumpy.

And she has used this name for two lifetimes. She has long been accustomed to it and has never thought about its meaning.

"I think so. Why do you know fortune telling?"

At this time, the bell rang and Shen Yue stood up with the help of the tree trunk.

"I have to go back to class. I'll lend you this book. Bye." "

Shen Yue put the heavy English book into Jiang Shi's arms.

She left the flower bed.

Jiang Shi looked at the book in his hand, then looked at the back figure in the distance, and muttered: "A strange and beautiful sister."

Then he remembered something and shouted to where Shen Yue left: "Hey, how can I return this book to you?"

But the other party had obviously gone far away.

The one and a half hours of the essay competition passed in a flash.

Jiang Shi mixed in the big team and walked towards the rest area.