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

Throwing the manuscript to Shi Qinglan, Jiang Shi clapped his hands in satisfaction.

He glanced at the friend list and found that the avatars of several people were dark.

Some of them must be rushing to finish their homework.

Thinking of this, Jiang Shi sent messages to the few people who were still online.

…

"Mom, these are the clothes I need for the school anniversary performance. No need to wash them." Yu Wen held a pile of clothes in her arms and carefully put them in the closet.

"I know, you should put more attention on your studies. It's not easy for your parents to support you to go to school. Just the tuition for you and your sister alone is a lot to pay every year. Don't go to these messy activities if you can."

Yu Wen pursed her lips and responded, but her eyes were staring at the clothes in the closet in a daze.

A certain sentence in her heart seemed to be on her lips but she couldn't say it.

…

Bai Jingran curled up her legs. The room was too big, so she turned up the temperature of the air conditioner.

My father worked overtime as usual today, and my mother didn't know where she went to socialize.

Variety shows were playing on TV, and the laughter of guests could be heard from time to time.

The constantly changing light and color were printed on her face. She didn't know whether she liked it or not, but she just felt that she should find something to do.

[Ran Ran, I want to eat strange beans tomorrow. ]

[Okay, I'll bring them to you. ]

Picking up the phone to reply to the message, Bai Jingran chuckled, and a little smile appeared on her delicate face.

[Jiang Jiang, have you gained weight recently? ]

[How is it possible? I only eat so little. ]

Jiang Shi touched her stomach suspiciously, and it was still very flat, without a trace of fat.

However, after Bai Jingran said this, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Speaking of which, this underwear is a little tight.

It should be my own illusion...

There is only half a month left in November. After the torture of the midterm exam, many students have restrained themselves a lot.

The weather turned cooler, and Jiang Shi also put on long sleeves and changed the cup to hot water.

Mi Wanqing and Huang Qiqi were lying on the seats with a listless look.

The two of them had their periods one after the other.

That's why they looked so listless.

"Mi Wanqing, did you infect me? I calculated the time, and it should be a few days away."

Huang Qiqi held a pen and wrote her homework despite her disability.

Mi Wanqing sighed and slumped on the table.

"How come Jiang Jiang and Ran Ran were not infected? Please don't shirk responsibility."

"Say less, you guys, you still have time to quarrel, it doesn't look painful."

Jiang Shi reached out and handed over his hot water.

"Here, drink more hot water."

"I can't drink anymore. I already drank a bellyful of soy milk this morning." Mi Wanqing said with a bitter face.

"Won't it be easy to fart if you drink too much soy milk?" Jiang Shi touched his chin.

"Ah, Jiang Jiang, go away!"

Mi Wanqing covered her ears and refused to listen.

Because of the midterm exam, Jiang Shi has been very busy in class recently.

He has become a hot commodity in the eyes of teachers of various subjects.

Whenever there is a question that no one raises their hand, Jiang Shi is the right one to point to.

Anyway, she can always answer it, which makes Jiang Shi a "point reading machine".

Fortunately, English class gave Jiang Shi a chance to be lazy.

Hua Moli stood on the podium and announced: "We will do dictation first in this class, everyone take out the dictation book."

Jiang Shi frowned, and it was time for the part she was most afraid of.

"Student Jiang Shi, come to the blackboard and write." Hua Moli smiled and looked at Jiang Miss.

The meaning on her face seemed to say: "Don't think about fishing in troubled waters below."

Bai Jingran spread his hands, indicating that he could not help.

Miss Jiang reluctantly said goodbye to her seat and stood in front of the blackboard with a piece of chalk.

Turning around, she saw the expectant eyes of some boys in the back row.

These English-poor students still hoped that Jiang Shi could give them some "help".

In response, Miss Jiang could only sigh and say that we are both wanderers in the world, and you will regret copying me...

Beijing, Story Editorial Office.

Shi Qinglan took the manuscript of "Chess Master" and found the editor-in-chief.

"Jiang Lai's new work, editor-in-chief, please take a look."

Xiang Yuan nodded and took it, asking, "What do you think?"

"The subject matter is rare, it's about chess, but the story is very deep and the characters are very three-dimensional."

"I think it can be included in the nomination list for the Youth Literature Award next year." Shi Qinglan thought about it and said the second half of the sentence.

Xiang Yuan narrowed his eyes: "There are only five nominations for the Youth Literature Award in our company, and this is not something that can be decided casually."

The Youth Literature Award is an award jointly established by more than a dozen literary magazines including "Story".

Although it is not as good as the national Lu Xun and Mao Dun Literature Awards, it still has a great influence in the industry.influence.

Those who can be nominated basically have very outstanding works, not to mention one in a thousand.

At least one in a hundred.

Shi Qinglan nodded, indicating that she could be responsible for what she said.

Xiang Yuan immediately became interested. He wanted to see what magic this new work of "Jiang Lai" had.

Can it bring him a surprise like "The Silence of the Lambs".

Compared with the suspense and horror of "The Lambs", "The Chess Master" written by Jiang Shi this time is closer to real life.

The background of the novel is set in the 2000s, an era of alternation between the old and the new, and the rise of the old and the innovative...

The great change in writing style surprised Xiang Yuan very much, just like a science fiction author who suddenly ran to write about love.

Moreover, in 2000, this kid was only a few years old. It was not easy to build a castle in the air that was beautiful and attractive.

He continued to read on...

There was a shabby shed on Dongmen Street. This was the territory of shoemaker Wang. He had a lame leg and made a living by polishing shoes for people every day.

Everyone who knew him called him Wang Quezi.

But what made Wang Quezi famous was not his good shoe polishing skills, but his obsession with chess.

Every day when he left home, Wang Quezi could bring nothing with him, but a chessboard and a bag of chess pieces.

Even his wife complained to everyone that this lame man would rather sleep with a chessboard than with her.

Chess players from all walks of life on Dongmen Street gathered around his small chess stall.

But the lame man himself never played. He was a bad chess player and only watched others play.

However, with the arrival of a national chess player.

And a demolition order from Dongmen Street.

This small chess stall also ushered in its last story...

...

The story was not long, and Xiang Yuan did not spend much time reading it.

But the heaviness in my heart could not be dispelled for a long time.

It seemed as if I saw the lame man standing at the door of the newly built chess room. The windows and tables were clean inside, and the people playing chess all walked out of his dirty and broken chess stall.

But he couldn't take another step inside. It seemed that the world was no longer compatible with him...

"What a good novel!" Xiang Yuan exhaled. At first glance, it was about chess, and then it was about people.

A lame man abandoned in the cracks of the times, his ending reflected countless people of the same era as him.

They have already adapted to their own times. Faced with the rolling tide, they can only watch their familiar environment disappear bit by bit, and then be forgotten bit by bit...

"It is indeed qualified to be nominated for next year. I still can't believe that this is a novel that can be written by a young man. The young are awesome!"

Xiang Yuan looked at the draft in his hand and smiled bitterly. This is not a wave of the future, this is simply a tsunami...