Chapter 1 Interviews are all about being honest with each other

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"What are you?"

Bai Shi frowned slightly, looked away from the resume in his hand, and looked at the blonde little lady sitting on the desk.

Are girls so arrogant in interviews now?

As soon as he entered the door, he didn't say a word, he sat directly on the desk of the interviewer, and crossed Erlang's legs wrapped in black silk, which made him a little unconfident, who was interviewing whom.

The little sister chewed gum in her mouth, propped forward with one hand, and leaned forward, trying her best to show that she was not suitable for her age, "Lord God, isn't the so-called interview of adults about being honest with each other, I understand this truth."

As long as you are willing to teach me some powerful yin-yang techniques, I will listen to you well, and I can ask for anything.

Then again, it's really hot in here. โ€

Obviously in April, there was another spring rain yesterday, the air was cool, and the girl seemed to enter the hot summer alone, and her hands skillfully unbuttoned the three buttons of her blouse.

Shiraishi sighed softly and returned his resume to her, "I hope you can remember that someone who doesn't even love you will not be cherished by others."

Go back and study hard, improve your value, go out, you are not qualified. โ€

"Eh, wait, me." Her eyes widened, and she couldn't believe she was going to lose.

With her appearance and weight, how can a man not be moved?

"Get out."

Shiraishi said firmly.

He doesn't want to shoot a small video of "Shrine Maiden ใฎ็ฅžๅ‰ใฎcriminal" with female high school students at Nohara Shrine, but he wants to find a serious shrine girl who works and earns money for him.

"Cut." The blonde little sister muttered, what are you pretending to be serious, she looks handsome on the outside, with black hair, and an ascetic look, is it really like that in her heart?

Hmph, as a female high school student who fought a hundred battles, she has seen many well-dressed adults what virtues they have in private.

The blonde little sister felt that this man was too hypocritical, reached out and grabbed the resume, tore it to pieces a few times, threw it into the air, and turned away in a dashing manner.

Shiraishi shook his head at the childish act, and with a movement of his fingers, all the shredded paper gathered together.

He didn't rush to call the next one.

Wait for the other person to open the sliding door facing the courtyard and turn left to leave.

"Next."

He opened his mouth to call people, hoping that this person would be normal and not think about showing off.

"Hey."

With a crisp response, the clean-looking girl stepped out from the right, turned into the house, and closed the sliding door with her backhand.

Maybe it was the little sister who was dressed up too flamboyantly just now, which made this one look extraordinarily pure.

The short black hair that covers her ears is neatly combed, she has moth eyebrows and phoenix eyes, an apricot face and peach cheeks, and changes the JK school uniform into a wide-sleeved Liuyun skirt, I am afraid that she will not be regarded as an ancient beauty who has traveled through time.

The impression was too strong, which made Bai Shi a little suspicious in his heart, could the last one be this invited to?

As soon as the two are compared, this person's impression has soared.

"Lord God, my name is Jun Komori."

The girl's face was obviously a little nervous, and she knelt down in front of the desk, and handed over her resume with both hands very respectfully.

Shiraishi dispelled the suspicion of asking for help, if this was also acting, the girl could have won the Oscar for Best Actor.

"My name is Shiraishi, and I just succeeded as the head of Nohara Shrine this year."

He briefly introduced himself, reached out to take his resume, and looked down.

Jun Komori is fifteen years old this year, a student in Class D of Nohara High School in the first year, and is 1.66 meters tall.

His specialty is cooking and taking care of his sister.

The school club is the tea ceremony club.

The reason for applying for the shrine maiden is that she wants to destroy all evil and stop people from being troubled by fear.

The former is okay, but the reason why he wants to become a shrine maiden in the back makes Shiraishi's brows furrow slightly.

This subtle change in expression made Jun Komori, who had been secretly watching, more and more nervous.

She clutched the red miniskirt tightly, not knowing where she had made a mistake on her resume.

I only know that this may be my only chance to become a soul slaying shrine maiden.

In this class-entrenched country, the clergy are similar to other positions, often hereditary.

It is almost a well-known fact that the descendants of the transcendent will always be transcendent.

No one would think that there was anything wrong with such a society, and from the very beginning, the world was like that.

The channel that ordinary people want to rise up is either to get rich.

Either one of the clergy failed to give birth to a child and would consider recruiting other gifted people as disciples.

The odds of both are the same as winning the lottery.

Now that she really hit, she couldn't tolerate stage fright, and said boldly: "Do you have any questions?" โ€

Shiraishi put down his resume and said with a smile on his face: "Well, there is a reason why you want to become a shrine maiden, please answer me truthfully, don't use such general reasons."

Why do you want to be a shrine maiden?

Looking for power? Status? Or is it fame? Wealth? โ€

"No, it's not."

Jun Komori hurriedly shook his head in denial, and realized that his actions were too rude, so he no longer shook his head, and said in a clear spring-like voice: "I just want to save my sister, and then prevent more people from encountering something like my sister." โ€

Shiraishi didn't care about his personal privacy, and continued to ask, "What's wrong with your sister?" โ€

Jun Komori didn't want to tell that memory to outsiders, but if he didn't say it, he bit his lip for fear of losing this opportunity to become a shrine maiden.

She finally relented to reality.

In the next few decades, there may not be such an opportunity again, how can it be eliminated due to personal feelings.

"It was when I was 10 years old, and the first cherry blossoms of spring were just blooming on the branches.

My sister and I went to Nohara Park to play and met a little girl walking upside down on the road. โ€

Jun Komori's eyes lowered, "My sister persuaded me not to deal with strange people, but I still took the initiative to talk to that little girl out of curiosity."

Then, with a very strange smile, she said, "You see me." โ€

"Is that the god of spring?"

Shiraishi asked.

This world is different from the world before he traveled, and humans have extraordinary powers.

Non-human transcendence also exists, just as there are Ultraman, there will be monsters.

In those existences, the gods are the one that makes humans the most helpless.

If the power alone is strong, human beings can still find a way to fight it, the key is that the gods are invisible to most people, including cultivators.

There are very few people who can look directly at the gods.

But that's not a lucky thing, as soon as you notice someone watching you, a god will descend into this world, and a very troublesome weirdness will be born.

Five years ago, he arrived in Nohara City on the same day as the god of spring, so he had a little impression of him.

"Hey, my sister gave her eyes and a foot and a hand to keep me safe."

Jun Komori said with a firm face: "I must take my sister's hands, feet and eyes back from the god of spring!" โ€

Shiraishi groaned and asked, "What would your sister do if you lived here?" โ€

Jun Komori said truthfully: "My sister is a very strong person, and my mother gets off work early, so there is no need to worry." โ€

"yes, you go back and wait for the notice."

Shiraishi didn't refuse in person, nor did he agree immediately, so he needed to think about it.

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