Jing Yingrong raised her head to speak to Su Tian, but she saw Su Tian biting her pen and scratching her head and ears at a piece of paper in front of her, her face full of sadness.
There were more than ten crumpled paper balls piled next to her hand, and judging from the tooth marks on the pen holder, she had been distressed for a long time.
"What difficulties did you encounter?" Jing Yingrong asked.
"Um?"
The sound of questioning pulled Su Tian's mind away from the chaos. She glanced at Ying Rong in the mirror, showed a pitiful expression, and lamented: "Application form... ugh... I don't know how to write the application form. "
Jing Yingrong: "What are you applying for?"
Su Tian scratched her hair and said, "Applying for a position is like this -"
She simply explained the reasons in detail.
"Our work is divided into different groups according to the process, and the groups are divided into different shifts. Now, I am a small squad leader of our group, and yesterday the leader of our group was sent out by the sect to help mortals rebuild their homes, Deacon He said that the vacant group leader position would be chosen from among the squad leaders in our group, and each of us would be asked to submit an application for the elders to review."
Speaking of this, Su Tian felt helpless.
"I really wanted to be a team leader, but the other team leaders were no less capable than me, so I wanted to work hard on the application and submit a beautiful resume. But - alas! I didn't get it. I have great skills, I haven’t won any good honorary awards, and my personal experience is mediocre. In short, I don’t know what to write at all. If this continues, the elders will definitely not choose me, ugh ah ah—”
She held her head and screamed.
Jing Yingrong thought for a moment and asked, "What's the difference between your cultivation levels?"
Speaking of this, Su Tian regained a little energy.
"The cultivation level is not bad. We are all in the late stage of Qi refining, so there is no gap in this aspect."
"Is there a big difference in your usual work performance?"
"Not big, everyone is about the same. They are no worse than me but not much better than me. So the application is very important -"
The topic returned to the original point.
Jing Yingrong stretched out her hand towards Su Tian: "Let me take a look."
Su Tian was stunned for a moment before she realized what she was doing, and handed the paper in front of her to Jing Yingrong.
It was a partially completed application. This type of document has a fixed format. The blank fields on the sheet in front of him such as name, age, cultivation level, skills practiced, spell expertise, entry age, etc. have all been filled in by Su Tian, including reasons for application and future prospects, etc. She wrote everything eloquently, leaving only two big blanks: her technical expertise and her glorious journey.
When Jing Yingrong looked at the application form, Su Tian was still mumbling:
"I originally wanted to make up a few nonsense, but I didn't dare. It would be terrible if it was exposed..."
Putting the application form back on the table, Jing Yingrong asked Su Tian: "Don't you know all the various arts of cultivation? You don't need to be good at it, just have studied it."
Su Tian shook his head like a rattle and said, "No, I haven't learned any of them. I haven't even had time to practice."
Jing Yingrong nodded, but the next moment she picked up her pen.
Su Tian: "Huh?"
She stared blankly as Jing Yingrong dropped the paper and started writing on the application form smoothly.
"Jing, Senior Sister Jing...?"
Su Tian spoke softly, but Jing Yingrong was focused and ignored her.
She hesitated for a moment, stepped forward gently, and looked closely at the writing in the mirror.
The words appeared in the area under the "Technical Specialties" column. As soon as he saw the words clearly, Su Tian almost exclaimed.
The handwriting was exactly the same as hers, and even she couldn't tell the authenticity.
Covering her mouth with her hands to avoid losing her composure, Su Tian read the words carefully.
"I am particularly good at writing articles and love to observe life. I insist on recording daily details all year round. In this way, I have developed a good habit of paying attention to details. I have accumulated many insights into spiritual practice, gained a rich reserve of knowledge, and developed a Excellent literary literacy and clear logical thinking, combined with imagination, regularly produce self-created works that are popular..."
Su Tian was dumbfounded and dumbfounded.
"Wait, wait! Senior sister! Is this possible?!"
Jing Yingrong finished writing the last word and turned to look at her.
"It's based on facts and slightly processed. It's not made up. It works."
"But, but, I don't have any attention to detail, insights, or knowledge reserves."
Su Tian was almost speechless.
Jing Yingrong said seriously: "That's not important."
"ah?!"
"You have indeed been writing notes and creating books. This is true and that is enough."
After saying that, Jing Yingrong moved the pen tip to the column of "Glory Process".
"What sect missions have you done before?"
"Ah I……"
After hearing Jing Yingrong's question, Su Tian immediately ignored it and continued to struggle. After recalling it for a moment, he said: "Go to the Wuxing Hall warehouse to help the deacon sort out the sundries."
"The Great Luo of All Worlds"
Jing Yingrong wrote:
——Actively participate in sect affairs, assist the seniors of the sect in maintaining the normal operation of Wuxing Palace, and obtain careful guidance and high recognition from seniors.
"..."
Su Tian's expression was stiff, and he opened his mouth. Then he took a deep breath, looked a little firmer, and continued: "When the 'Spiritual Plant Exhibition' is held in the outer gate, I will go on site to run errands and do odd jobs."
Jing Yingrong then wrote——
On major occasions such as sect exhibitions, he takes on many important tasks, promptly solves problems for his fellow sects, and ensures the smooth progress of activities. He is widely praised by his sisters and brothers.
"Team up with others to clean up the overflowing giant-toothed rats outside Jingui City."
——Care about the construction of the sect, value teamwork, lead partners to punish evil and demons, and make important contributions to safeguarding the internal environmental security of the sect.
"Well... I participated in a small competition to see who could use the 'Golden Cutting Technique' better. I got fourth place. It's not a sect mission or a big competition. I don't know if this is useful... "
——Proficient in Taoist skills, combine theory with practice, carry forward the enterprising spirit of competition, compete fairly and have friendly exchanges with fellow students in magic competitions held by the sect, achieve excellent results, and make up for the lack of one's own strength.
…
After a while, the huge blank space was filled in. At first glance, it was full of outstanding examples worthy of praise.
"Wow--"
Su Tian's eyes were filled with brilliance and he was amazed.
"Senior sister, you are so awesome! Why are you so skilled?"
Jing Yingrong's eyes wandered and she said, "I'm used to it."
Although Su Tian felt strange about her unclear words, she did not get to the bottom of it. She picked up the application form with bright eyes, walked around the room, and murmured excitedly: "There is obviously no fraud, I just changed the words and expressions, but the feeling is completely different, and even the writing style is consistent with mine." , It’s really amazing...although, it’s a little bit shameful..."
When Su Tian stopped at the table and was about to express her gratitude, Jing Yingrong suddenly asked, "Do you have any other worries?"
"Eh? No, not yet."
Jing Yingrong asked again: "Is there anything else I can help with?"
Su Tian was flattered and waved her hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, no, why do you have the nerve to trouble senior sister again."
"Well."
Jing Yingrong stood up, moved the chair behind Su Tian, held Su Tian's shoulders to make him sit down, and then pointed at the pile of booklets, his expression was dull but his eyes were bright.
"Write quickly."
