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

The next few days became much calmer.

"Warriors" like Chen Ran are only a small minority after all.

The occasional love letters were thrown into the trash by Jiang Shi.

He made his attitude very clear.

Even fewer people came up to him.

Classes and classes, school.

Jiang Shi has written more than half of his novel, and he estimates that he should be able to finish it after the monthly exam.

Serious time always passes very quickly.

Not long after, it was time for the monthly exam.

Although Lao Zhuang has announced the monthly exam next Friday.

But most people don't take it seriously.

The monthly exam is just a small test.

If you do well in the exam, you can show off.

If you don't do well in the exam, you can comfort yourself that you didn't adjust your state well.

Jiang Shi held the English book and continued to memorize words.

At least you have to strive to pass the exam, otherwise you will be embarrassed to say that you are a reborn person.

There are only three subjects in this exam, Chinese, mathematics and English.

In the morning, we took the Chinese test, and in the afternoon, we took the math and English test.

The seats were randomly arranged by the school.

Most people were assigned to other classes.

The future seats were arranged according to the ranking of the last test.

The first in the grade sat in class one, and the last in class nine.

Jiang Shi's test number was 0607, which was the seventh seat in class six.

Bai Jingran and Mi Wanqing were assigned to class two.

Huang Qiqi was in class five.

They were far apart.

Class three's classroom was on the first floor, and classes five and six were on the second floor.

Jiang Shi and Huang Qiqi walked to the examination room together.

Soon, the classroom was full of people.

There was a number on the upper right corner of each desk, so you couldn't sit wrong.

Jiang Shi's seat was on the right side by the window.

After she sat down, she habitually looked around.

She found that Yu Wen was sitting in front of her.

Her shoulder-length hair was pinned behind her ears, revealing her small, red and tender ears.

Without the restraint of the military training uniform, the body curves of this little dancer are more obvious.

Jiang Shi resisted the urge to touch her.

He silently said in his heart, women will only disturb my mind.

"Everyone is quiet, the test papers will be distributed next, and you can start writing when the time is right."

The first round is Chinese.

It is also a subject that Jiang Shi is ready to show his skills.

The test paper was handed to him.

Jiang Shi first took a look at the dictation and recitation, and there would be no problem if he remembered everything.

Then he turned the test paper to the back and looked at the composition topic directly.

In this way, after finishing the previous topic, the composition is almost conceived.

If you want to get a high score, it is difficult to write a formatted argumentative essay, so Jiang Shi decisively chose prose.

In the composition, as long as you use your own style at the beginning, you can leave a good impression on the teacher.

The scores in the next three years will definitely not be low.

After all, there are only a few teachers who mark the papers.

As long as the personal characteristics are more distinct, it is easy to distinguish.

As time goes to nine o'clock, the exam officially begins.

The only sound in the classroom was the rustling of the pen across the test paper.

And the occasional sound of flipping the test paper.

Jiang Shi was very fast.

It took only half an hour to finish the multiple-choice questions, dictation and classical Chinese.

Next came the most time-consuming reading comprehension and composition.

Jiang Shi loosened his wrist and continued to write furiously.

Thanks to the previous thinking.

The composition was written very smoothly, almost in one go.

Finally, he scanned it to confirm that there were no typos.

Jiang Shi put down the pen and breathed a sigh of relief.

This was her first exam after rebirth, and it really felt different.

She looked up at the wall clock in front of the classroom and found that there were still twenty minutes before the end of the exam.

Jiang Shi began to stare at Yu Wen's back in a daze.

After a while, he felt sleepy.

The back in front of him turned from one to two.

Anyway, it was finished, so he might as well sleep for a while. Thinking of this, Jiang Shi directly propped up his head with his hands.

She turned her face toward the outside of the classroom so that the invigilator would not see that she actually had her eyes closed.

"There are still ten minutes to collect the papers. Students who haven't finished writing should hurry up."

"Check whether you have filled in your class name."

Jiang Shi woke up slowly and just opened his eyes.

He met a terrifying gaze.

She was frightened and the pen in her hand fell to the ground with a click.

Zhuang Da saw that Jiang Shi woke up, then he stood up and snorted coldly and left the window.

Jiang Shi wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, forgetting that Lao Zhuang was the dean of teaching and would patrol the corridor when he had nothing to do.

Now that he was caught red-handed, he would definitely make a note of it.

"Should I choose a for this question?"

"I think b is also OK."

The exam was over. Although they said they didn't care, many people still discussed the answers to the test papers.

Some of the test kings had already picked up the books for the next subject and continued to review.

Jiang Shi ate the snacks fed by Bai Jingran and flipped through the pages in front of him casually.'s math textbook.

Huang Qiqi and Mi Wanqing were discussing the answers to the ancient Chinese translation.

In the first-year office, the Chinese teachers of several classes had already collected the papers neatly, each with a stack, and began to correct them.

As soon as Zhuang Da saw the first sheet, he shook his head and said, "Look at this handwriting, it's really terrible. It's not good-looking, but at least it should be neat. You'll suffer a great loss when you take the college entrance examination."

The female teacher next to him turned her head and looked at it, and smiled, "Director Zhuang, this is only the first year of high school. Problems like the paper can be corrected by practicing more."

"It's hard to say. This handwriting can't be practiced in a short time, but this is okay. I get angry when I think of the one who slept during the exam today." Zhuang Da's mouth twitched.

The Chinese exam is the most time-intensive of all subjects, and it is basically impossible to have any spare time left.

Instead of sleeping, it's better to write a few hundred more words in the composition.

Maybe the teacher can give more points.

Another male teacher also interrupted and said, "This is a problem of learning attitude. We must take it seriously."

"Let's correct the test papers first. This is the first test, so we can see how good the students are this year." Zhuang Da pushed his glasses and looked down.

Unlike the students, the first monthly test is the best test to reflect the learning ability in the eyes of the teachers.

It is a big test.

Because during this period, teachers are generally very lenient, mainly relying on the students' initiative.

In this case, they can still get good grades, which means that they have a good sense of self-study and are the kind of students who can arrange their own studies without much supervision.

That is, the "good students" who are worry-free in the eyes of all teachers.

And those who are lazy and make intermittent efforts will also expose their true level.

"Hey, this essay has some level. Director Zhuang, please take a look." The female teacher who spoke just now held the test paper and put it in front of Zhuang Da.

After a quick glance from top to bottom, Zhuang Da nodded.

"Not bad, with its own emotions, but a little too verbose, a little too artificial, but it can still be given a high score."

The female teacher raised her pen and scored 52.

"Director Zhuang, you see, there are still some good seedlings."

"Good seedlings must be managed well, and they must not grow crooked."

In recent years, No. 4 Middle School has been reviewing key high schools. As the head of the grade, Zhuang Da naturally attaches great importance to it.