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

"Story is going to make a big move recently. Several of my acquaintances in the printing factory said that Story has placed a lot of orders."

Mai Shiyao looked at the editorial office of Story opposite, where people were coming in and out from time to time. He seemed to remember something and said to his colleague on the right.

"Other people are big and powerful, so it's not normal for them to make some noise. Unlike us, our business is bleak..."

The colleague sighed, and Mai Shiyao didn't know how to respond for a while.

Who made them choose the track of suspense and reasoning...

A few years ago, a few young men made up their minds and saw that the market for mystery and suspense novels in China was still a blue ocean, so they supported a publishing house and founded the magazine "Mystery Fiction".

As a result, it is now found that the blue ocean is true, but it is almost frozen.

The understanding of suspense and reasoning in China is still at the level of supernatural horror.

There are too few audiences for real mystery novels. In order to avoid starvation, their novels have gradually become the subject of horror novels to cater to the market.

Moreover, there are too few authors who can write excellent mystery novels in China, and it often takes a long time to see a decent article.

Even so, the publishing house can only barely maintain a state of food and clothing, but everyone firmly believes that there will always be a day when they can pry open the market...

Another colleague walked into the office in a hurry, holding a magazine in his hand.

"Don't sit down, come and take a look at this!"

In his hand, it was a brand new special issue of "Story".

"Why, you also do the trick of knowing yourself and the enemy to win every battle? You even use other people's magazines to learn."

"Oh, you will know after you read it." The colleague who just came in smoothed the magazine and placed it between the three people.

The cover of the magazine is a rusty iron door, and behind the door is a pair of strange eyes.

On the cover, some recommended articles are usually written in small fonts.

"The Silence of the Lambs, the game of human nature under a fragile body, author Jiang Lai."

"Why is the first one a new pen name that I haven't heard of? Shiyao, why don't you check it out?"

Mai Shiyao searched on the computer for a while, and shook his head, indicating that there was no relevant author.

"Could it be a newcomer?"

"A newcomer can be ranked ahead of these guys, look at who they are, Bai Feima, Qi Lang, Ji Tong, tsk tsk, the story is really bleeding for the new publication this time, any one of them is the leader in the novel world."

The two argued to no avail, and cast their eyes on Mai Shiyao, only to see that he had already read with relish.

Because they only bought one copy, the three of them could only read together.

After a while.

"I know why this is put at the top..."

"This is a true suspense mystery novel!"

"What about the rest? Why is there no more? Such a good novel "Story" is not published directly alone!"

Mai Shiyao was also in a trance for a moment. As the editor of "Mystery Novel", they have come into contact with a lot of this kind of subject matter.

But for some reasons, excellent suspense mystery novels are basically written by foreign writers. There is a part of their magazine that is dedicated to translating and reprinting excellent foreign novels.

This is the first time he has seen a work that can compete with the top foreign suspense novels.

"I will find a relationship now to see if I can contact this author..."

The same thing has happened in many places across the country.

As a very influential publication in China, even though it has been impacted by the Internet, the number of subscribers to each issue of "Story" magazine is very considerable.

After the initial brewing, some literary forums on the Internet also discussed this "lamb" that suddenly appeared.

It was even praised as a masterpiece by some suspense enthusiasts, and they discussed the possible subsequent plots.

The characters with distinct characteristics are also impressive.

Many people also became interested in the author they had never heard of.

After some searching, it was confirmed that the other party was indeed an unknown new writer.

The forum was immediately in an uproar. It was hard to believe that a newcomer had such strength.

...

In an antique study, two white-haired old men were drinking tea face to face.

"Good story! Jin Ming, you are really unkind. Such a good novel, you only show it to me now, what do you mean!"

Zhong Jinming laughed and explained: "I was invited to supervise the production, so I could see it in advance. It was not just released, so I asked you to come and see it."

Those who can talk to Zhong Jinming like this are naturally not ordinary people.

He Gaoyang put down the magazine in his hand. As a national treasure-level director of China, only he can chat with Zhong Jinming so carelessly.

"It's really good, let me...My hands, which had been resting for a long time, are itching again. "

"Any ideas?"

"You asked me to come here just for this, how can I not understand your thoughts!"

He Gaoyang snorted, but his eyes were still on the magazine.

He has retired for many years, but relying on his previous works, he is still an important senior in the film industry.

Many famous directors who are still active now have worked as apprentices under him before.

"It's not impossible to shoot, but you have to invest money, and I can't be the only one who loses money when the time comes!"

Zhong Jinming was happy, knowing that his old friend had given in.

"Don't worry, you won't lose money. Although it is a rare subject in China, it will definitely be a box office hit."

"But it will take until next year to shoot. I have to go back to my alma mater to attend the school anniversary at the end of the year. I haven't been back to my hometown for a long time. "He Gaoyang sighed.

"Don't worry, this is a serialized novel, and you have to wait until "Story" finishes serializing it. When you meet the author, you might be surprised."

"Why? Is it someone we know?" He Gaoyang was curious. He knew quite a few authors and had worked with some of the famous ones. There were really few people in China who could surprise him.

"You'll know when the time comes."

"You're still keeping me in suspense. If you don't scare me by then, you can treat me to a drink! "

……

At this time, Jiang Shi still didn't know what kind of storm his novel had set off.

A new week.

The girl bit the fried dough sticks and soy milk she bought on the road, pedaling her bicycle very fast, leaving only a beautiful shadow for passers-by.

Today, Jiang accidentally got up late, and she was so anxious because she was about to be late.

The security guard would close the door at a certain time, and then the class teacher would have to take the students back.

That would be too embarrassing.

But even if Jiang Shi kicked out sparks, all she would have left was a ruthless iron door that had been closed by the security guard.

"What grade and class are you in? Register here." The security guard on the side had already taken out the record book and prepared for routine work.

"Uncle, please let me in, I encountered a traffic jam on the road."

Jiang Shi made up her mind and pretended to be a poor little girl. This trick worked for her parents and had become a specialty of Miss Jiang.

"No, class name. "But the old man didn't buy it at all.

Jiang Shi had no choice but to give his name and wait for Lao Zhuang to come and pick him up.

"Shao Fu, why are you here too?"

Miss Jiang parked her bike and saw an "old acquaintance" at the corner of the guardhouse.

Shao Fu had a rice ball in one hand and milk in the other.

With rice grains hanging from the corners of his mouth, he squatted next to the steps of the guardhouse, showing off happily.

"Jiang Shi?"

Shao Fu saw the person coming, quickly wiped the rice grains from the corners of his mouth, and stood up.

"Oh, don't say it, my dad drank yesterday and couldn't drive me, so I had to take the bus, so I was late."

Jiang Shi walked over and also ate breakfast against the wall, "That's pretty miserable, we've become a late duo. "

The two of them ate breakfast against the wall, but Shao Fu's heart was unsettled.

Because Miss Jiang was too close to him now!

From his angle, he could just see her fair collarbone and neck, as well as the faint fragrance that belonged to a young girl.

The last time they were so close was when they were very young. Shao Fu went to the river to catch fish, but he fell down, and Jiang Shi went over to pull him up.

Thinking of this, he could be considered to have held hands with Jiang Shi...

Hiss, I couldn't help but feel that the rice ball in my hand had become much more delicious.

Shao Fu took a big bite. Could this be the feeling of a beauty that can be eaten with food?

"I haven't seen you go back to see your grandmother for a long time. The last time I went back, your grandmother even pulled me aside to ask about you."

Shao Fu suppressed his restless mind and thought of the last time he went back to his hometown.

"Well, my mother doesn't have much time recently, so I may have to wait. "

Jiang Shi thought of her grandparents, and a trace of happiness appeared on her face.

She had never seen her grandparents, maybe they had passed away long ago, and her father had never mentioned them.

So Jiang Shi always regarded her grandparents as her own grandparents.

Every time she went back, the two old people would happily prepare meals, and the pigs, ducks, chickens and sheep in her hometown would suffer a catastrophe.

They often went empty-handed and came back with big bags.

Speaking of which, Jiang Shi had not seen her grandparents since her rebirth, and she also missed them a little.

After chatting for a while, the head teacher of Class 7 and Zhuang Da came to pick them up.

The head teacher of Class 7 held Shao Fu's ears and gave him a good lecture. The general idea was, why were you late, did you not focus on your studies, you were late today, tomorrowAre you going to skip class or something like that?

Jiang Shi was terrified. Zhuang Da's scolding was much more severe than this.

"Jiang Shi, let's go."

As a result, the imagined storm did not appear. Zhuang Da just said to pay attention next time and took Jiang Shi back to the classroom.

Shao Fu, who was standing next to him, burst into tears. Why was everyone late, and only I was scolded? Is this world so tolerant of girls?

Jiang Shi, who returned to the classroom, was also puzzled. The little sisters next to her surrounded her.

"Jiang Jiang, Lao Zhuang didn't scold you, did he?" Bai Jingran looked at Jiang Shi with some concern.

"Nothing, and Lao Zhuang looked a little happy?" Jiang Shi shook his head, indicating that he did not experience the educational process they imagined.

"How is it possible? Last time I was late, Lao Zhuang pulled me into the office and scolded me for half an hour!" Huang Qiqi still had palpitations when she thought of the last time.

Because there really is a teacher who can use non-repetitive words to educate her for half an hour.

"I don't know, anyway, it's a good thing, who cares!"

Jiang Shi stopped thinking about it and pulled Bai Jingran to recite English.

Midterm is approaching, and she still has to work hard for her top five.

But soon, everyone knew why Jiang Shi was not scolded.

The second period in the morning was Lao Zhuang's Chinese class. It can be seen that he was in a good mood and even walked faster.

"Before class, I have good news to announce." Zhuang Da cleared his throat.

"Student Jiang Shi won the first prize in the municipal essay competition! It is one of the only two first prizes in the whole Jiangcheng!"

"It is also the first time that a high school student won the first prize!"

"And student Jiang Shi will represent our Jiangcheng to Jinling to participate in the provincial competition!"

The class was silent for two seconds, and Huang Qiqi looked at Jiang Shi in surprise.

"Awesome, Jiang Jiang. There are only two first prizes in the whole city of Jiang, and you won them all!"

"Tell us quickly, what did you write?"

Bai Jingran was also very curious. She knew that writing was Jiang Shi's strong point, but she didn't expect that he could win the first prize in the competition so easily.

"It's just so-so. I just did a little bit."

Although he said that, Jiang Shi's mouth corners had already been raised high, as if to say: "Praise me more, I love to hear this."

The class was also boiling. After all, there were only two first prizes in the whole city, and there were only a few dozen people in the whole province.

Doesn't it mean that Jiang Shi's writing level can be ranked among the best in the province?

"Awesome, I heard that this competition has a lot of prize money. It's the first time that No. 4 Middle School has won the first prize. The school must be very happy."

Ma Lei whispered to Shen Qing next to him.

Shen Qing looked up at Jiang Shi's position. Although it was only a few months after the start of school, Jiang Shi was already very different from the one he knew before, and became the focus of everyone's eyes.

He didn't dare to talk to him in the name of his old classmate.

The classmates around him were also talking about it.

"As expected of someone who can get close to full marks in Chinese, he is generous at the first try."

"He can get full marks because there are so many points. Now our class three also has a big boss."

"I wonder if Jiang Shi can teach me how to write an essay. The monthly exam essay is only 40 points, which is too difficult."

Lao Zhuang looked at Jiang Shi with a smile. This is his student. Although he hasn't been taught much, the unpolished jade has such strength. With his teaching level, it is definitely difficult to estimate how high he will reach in the future.

Even his instructor can benefit from it.

After the sensation, Lao Zhuang turned off the sound.

"Everyone should learn from Jiang Shi. If she can win the first prize, you may not be impossible!"

"I also got Jiang Shi's essay. We won't talk about the textbook in this class. Let's appreciate Jiang Shi's essay together!"

The smile on Jiang Shi's face froze instantly. He didn't want to be punished in public!

Is there anything more shameful than having a teacher read your essay in public?

The shame is no less than having your parents read your diary in front of you.

Jiang Shi kept her head down throughout the whole process. Fortunately, Zhuang Da was talking enthusiastically and didn't call her out to explain.

The students under the podium also cooperated from time to time and made unsharp sounds.

Hearing a chorus of "ohs".

Jiang Shi finally experienced why the 45 minutes that others said were so difficult to endure...