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

"Hello, President Cai!"

Cai Linshan was standing outside the venue, smoking.

He was an old smoker, but there were many students here, which was not a good influence, so he found a hidden place.

Unexpectedly, he was recognized by a sharp-eyed person.

"President Ye, you are also on time!" Seeing the person coming, Cai Linshan nodded him with a smile with his hand holding a cigarette.

"I didn't meet you at the last exchange meeting. How about I host you tonight and have dinner together?"

Ye Qiuyu took the initiative to invite with a smile, and did not accept Cai Linshan's teasing.

Although both of them are presidents of magazines, the status of "Huaxia Literature" in the literary world is much more important than "Youth Characters".

Ye Qiuyu will be present at the finals every year, after all, most of the outstanding students in the country are gathered here.

Many of them are good seedlings worth cultivating.

"Forget about the meal. We are all in Yanjing. We will see each other sooner or later."

Cai Linshan also laughed. Both of them were smart people and were polite to each other.

"President Cai, oh? President Ye is here too?"

As the two were chatting casually, Xiang Yuan also came over.

"Xiang Yuan?" Ye Qiuyu saw who was coming and thought it was not good.

"Editor-in-Chief Xiang, are you here to watch the game too?" Cai Linshan was puzzled.

He expected Ye Qiuyu to come. After all, the main focus of "Youth Writing" is young students and young authors.

It is reasonable to come to the competition site to dig for rough gems.

But "Story" is more of a collaboration with old authors, and it is impossible that they want to collect an essay as a manuscript.

It can't be a sudden impulse to come here specially, right?

If "Huaxia Literature" has achieved the highest literary quality of the entire magazine, then "Story" has brought the commerciality of the magazine to a new height.

Cai Linshan had also heard about the recent popular long-length special issue of Story.

Xiang Yuan laughed and said, "Of course, if I didn't come here to watch the game, I wouldn't have come here to blow the northwest wind."

After knowing that Jiang Shi was going to participate in the essay competition, Xiang Yuan couldn't suppress his curiosity and came here to take a look today.

"It's almost time, I have to go in first. If you don't mind, let's talk after today's game is over?"

Cai Linshan glanced at his watch and found that it was almost half past one.

The three of them standing together can be regarded as a small part of the Yanjing literary journal industry.

Xiang Yuan said that he was just here to watch the game, but Cai Linshan would definitely not believe it.

But now there is no time to chat, he still has to rush in to host the game.

"Okay, President Cai, take care."

...

"Hello, students. I am Cai Linshan, the president of Huaxia Literature. The person next to me is the famous writer, Mr. Weng Zhonghe."

The kind-faced old gentleman waved to the students below.

"Hello, students!"

For a moment, the students below the stage also made many noises.

Cai Linshan's name may be well-known in the journal publishing industry, but it is obviously very unfamiliar to these students.

On the contrary, Mr. Weng Zhonghe is more famous.

After all, his works appear in textbooks and have been selected as reading comprehension articles for the college entrance examination.

Jiang Shi was a little far away from the judges' seat, and could only roughly see that he was an old man with gray hair.

It fits her impression of a writer in her mind.

"The person on my left is the famous literary critic Zhan Ping, Mr. Zhan."

"Hello, everyone."

Jiang Shi held a pen in her hand. She didn't have much impression of this old man. The category of critics was even farther away from them, the students.

However, the old man's eyebrows were serious and he didn't smile. It looked very strict.

"The competition lasts for three hours. You can hand in your papers in advance, but I still hope that everyone can make full use of this time to carefully polish the articles."

After introducing the judges, Cai Linshan began to explain the rules of the competition in detail.

"Although the name of our competition is the National Composition Competition, I hope that students can not be limited to the ideas of the composition, but write their own style!"

After some inspiring words, Cai Linshan stared at the time, and at the signal of the staff next to him, he announced the start of the competition.

"Now students can take out the manuscript paper from the drawer of each table and start your creation!"

As he finished speaking, the students in the venue also moved.

It turned out that the test paper had been prepared long ago.

Jiang Shi leaned back and saw a small drawer on the side of the table.

After opening it, there was a kraft paper file bag inside.

The top one was the topic of this final, and the rest of the thick stack wasAll of them were lined manuscript paper.

Of course, a few pens were also needed.

Jiang Shi estimated that there were at least 40 or 50 sheets of manuscript paper, so there was no need to worry about not having enough.

It was better to say that the organizers thought too highly of them. In three hours, they could only write a few thousand words at most...

Jiang Shi shook his head and turned to look at the questions.

Like the preliminary round, three questions were given this time, and you could choose any one to answer, with no restrictions on the subject matter.

However, unlike the preliminary round, these questions can be combined in multiples.

In other words, as long as the contestants are not afraid of going off topic, they can combine the three questions into the same essay.

Hiss, Jiang Shi was slightly shocked, it was really a pity that the question-setting group could think of it.

The key is that the three questions are not closely related to each other.

The first question only has four words, I want to say something but I don't.

Jiang Shi stared at these four words for a minute and jumped to the second question.

It's still four words, the road is under your feet.

Miss Jiang clenched her fists slightly. She was a riddler, right? Then she had to express herself freely.

Fortunately, the last question left was not a four-character question.

[The Doctrine of the Mean is a philosophical thought proposed by Confucius. Please use the Doctrine of the Mean and Mediocrity as the theme to create your work. The subject matter is not limited. ]

Obviously, the last question is the backup question. If you don't have any ideas for the first two questions, it doesn't matter. The question-setting team has also prepared simpler backup options.

But it also means that if you choose this question, you need to write more brilliantly to catch the judges' eyes.

Jiang Shi retracted his gaze and looked at the first two four-character words again.

As for the fusion question, it is very risky. After all, if you take a big step, it is easy to make mistakes.

Although she no longer has this worry now.

...

"Ran Ran, I saw Jiang Jiang. Is that the one in the seventh row?"

Mi Wanqing jumped up and down, looking for Jiang Shi's figure outside the audience.

Huang Qiqi held her back to avoid embarrassment.

There was a distance between them and the competition area, which was also to prevent the audience outside the venue from affecting the players' competition.

"Miss, please be quiet for a while, we are not blind yet."

Huang Qiqi said helplessly. There was a large screen opposite them, which was broadcasting the scenes in the field in real time.

Of course, this was not only for the audience to see, but also one of the anti-cheating measures.

Although no one thought that someone would make trouble in the finals, the supporting arrangements could not be left behind.

Bai Jingran scanned the entire venue and soon caught Jiang Shi's figure.

Jiang Shi was looking down in thought, which was completely different from the usual exams in school.

It was rare for Bai Jingran to see Jiang Shi so serious.

"Come on, Jiang Jiang."

Bai Jingran said in a low voice. She always believed that no problem could stump the eccentric Jiang Shi.