Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

In the mech competition, apart from testing the driver's reaction speed and mental control, the most important thing is definitely the performance of the mech itself.

This is also why the mechas are all elites, and only elites can participate in these large and small mecha competitions. You must know that the annual maintenance and upgrade costs are already astronomical for ordinary people. .

Because of the above reasons, before the start of the Federation Cup, the performance data of the mechs of the seeded players from the major colleges and universities became the top priority when they collected information.

Jing Xinglan once told Qiao Jing that for this competition, he specially made a small modification to his mecha.But when Qiao Jing asked him where he modified it, the man smiled and told him four words: "Temporarily confidential."

His opponent this time was a military cadet from the third star field. Qiao Jing looked curiously at the green mecha that was thrown into the primitive jungle map and looked like an insect. He felt that the development of the technology tree in this world was really amazing.

The texts of many civilizations come from the evolution of graphics, while the totems come from primitive religious beliefs.If one traces back to the source of religious belief, it is human beings' observation, reverence and conquest of nature.Just looking at the precise parts of this insect mecha, and the various mimicry functions made by imitating insects, it is clear that the designer must have carried out very detailed research and analysis on insects.

Qiao Jing deeply suspected that these people definitely added all their skill points for studying liberal arts to science and engineering.

"It's lucky for this person," he heard someone whisper behind him, "randomly on this map, the insect mech has a great advantage."

Qiao Jing glanced back, and found that the speaker was a gloomy boy with scars on the corners of his eyes. He was wearing a hip-hop-style metal ring sports cap, and sitting next to him was a hot girl with dyed blond hair.Noticing his gaze, the boy gave him a condescending and cold glance, and quickly looked away indifferently, but the cold-looking blond hot girl smiled at him, showing a friendly attitude .

Qiao Jing silently turned around.

...his hipster phobia strikes again.

He tried his best to focus on the live broadcast of the game on the field. Since the map was opened, Jing Xinglan's mecha had been missing. Although the audience could see their positions clearly, they were planning to covertly ambush After waiting for more than ten minutes, the insect mech gradually became restless, and the antennae-like sensor on its forehead began to vibrate slightly in the dark, as if trying to figure out the direction of the enemy.

The time setting of this map is the rainy night in the jungle. People jokingly call it "Assassination Dungeon". The standard way to win the game is to judge the opponent's camouflage while hiding yourself, and then seize the right time to kill with one blow.

It's just easier said than done, insect mechas like that big grasshopper have almost circled around the map, and still haven't found where Jing Xinglan's mecha is hidden.The occasional turmoil in the surroundings is basically caused by the other party to disrupt the rhythm on purpose.

It had been such a long time since the start of the game, he was being consumed all the time, but his mecha couldn't attack the target at all.

Qiao Jing stared at the man standing in the simulation cabin in the middle of the field. His expression remained calm from the beginning to the end. He wore a brain wave link device dedicated to mecha pilots on his head, which was incomparable with the opponent who was irritated by guerrilla warfare. Know how many times calmer.

"Even if he has the upper hand," at this moment, he heard the boy behind him speak again, with a hint of arrogance in his voice, "it is absolutely impossible to be the chief's opponent."

Qiao Jing thought to himself, did he meet Jing Xinglan's fanboy?

There was a sudden exclamation from the audience, and he came back to his senses, staring at the humanoid mecha slowly pulling out a giant sword from behind in the darkness.

next second.

The power thrusters equipped on the mech's legs suddenly burst into bright blue flames, and the bright knife light flashed by. Before the insect mecha could even react, it was cut in half by the middle.

This knife was as fast as lightning and as powerful as a bamboo.

——The viewing effect is directly full.

There was overwhelming screaming and cheering in the auditorium that had been suppressed for a long time, and the boy behind Qiao Jing applauded desperately, and said loudly to the hot girl who was probably his girlfriend: "Let me just say it! You are so handsome ! If the chief didn't save him face, the match would have ended in ten seconds!"

But among the excited crowd, Qiao Jing looked a little inexplicably dazed.

When he saw Jing Xinglan's knife, inexplicably, he recalled that in the interstellar martial arts novel he had written for men, the protagonist who was a killer was clearly half wounded in a dark alley on a rainy night. Kneeling on the ground, but at the moment the enemy relaxes, holding the Tang knife to cut bullets horizontally, and slicing the blade across the enemy's head to fight back.

He knew that Jing Xinglan liked the plot very much, and he read the book several times after he got the book, but Qiao Jing didn't know that he would choose to directly reproduce this action in this mecha competition.

Thinking of this, Qiao Jing noticed another detail that he hadn't noticed just now——

Jing Xinglan's A-level humanoid mecha was pitch black and only [-] meters tall. Compared to those huge mechas that looked like Optimus Prime, they could only be considered dwarfs.But this also means that it basically abandoned its heavy firepower, and took the fast, ruthless and accurate route of killing with one hit.

Like the light movements that often caused the audience to exclaim when dodging in the jungle before, others would only think that this contestant is so powerful and mentally strong that he can control the mech so smoothly, but only Qiao Jing knows that this move In all the moves, there are shadows of the jujitsu and martial arts that Jing Xinglan once learned.

He murmured: "Softness brings strength, Taiji Yinyang..."

Qiao Jing took a deep breath, took out the pen and paper that he always carried with him from his pocket, lowered his head and began to write vigorously.

As a writer, it has become Qiao Jing's instinct to write down inspiration anytime and anywhere.But his behavior was a bit too weird in the eyes of others, and the boys behind him stared at Qiao Jing's back and frowned, thinking that this man was a little muttering.

As a member of the student union, he is also one of the contestants participating in this competition, but the game is scheduled for tomorrow, so he has time to watch Jing Xinglan's competition.A total of three games were arranged this morning. Compared with the fast pace of the first two games, the last one seemed to be played at 0.5x speed. It was almost as if he was falling asleep.

Just when he was about to tell his girlfriend to leave and there was nothing to see, Jing Xinglan, who had finished the drug test backstage, finally came to see them on the stage.

When he walked over, all the audience were watching this young man with enthusiastic eyes, and consciously made way for him.Jing Xinglan walked up to the two of them after politely rejecting a few fans who wanted him to take a group photo for autographs.

The gloomy boy stared at Jing Xinglan with piercing eyes, his expression was more focused and fanatical than when he was looking at his girlfriend, like a brainwashed fanatic: "Chief, I—"

Then he watched Jing Xinglan sit down next to Qiao Jing, but the black-haired young man didn't seem to notice the arrival of the person beside him, and he was still concentrating on writing, completely immersed in his own world.

The gloomy boy frowned tightly.

How dare this person ignore the chief?

Just as he was about to reach out to push Qiao Jing, the blond hot girl grabbed his wrist and gave him a look: "Are you stupid!? You still haven't figured out who he is yet?"

The boy was stunned for a second, and finally came to his senses.

"He can't be..." He stared at his girlfriend in disbelief, asking for confirmation.

"Yeah, that's him." The blond hot girl rolled her eyes at him, "Didn't you see that photo [-] times? People who don't know think you have a crush on the boss, why can't you recognize him? He When I turned around just now, I recognized it at a glance."

That being the case, it's not good for them to disturb the couple's affairs, and even Jing Xinglan has already taken a piece of paper and bowed his head to write and draw happily, so it's nothing if others get involved.

The boy sat back in his seat with an aggrieved face. After waiting for more than ten minutes, seeing that Qiao Jing hadn't raised his head, he couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to speak, but his girlfriend slapped him on the cheek: "Why do you care so much? It's called fun! Do you think everyone has the same negative EQ as you?"

"I……"

The blond hot girl rolled her eyes, greeted Jing Xinglan in a low voice, and angrily dragged her boyfriend away.

A few minutes later, after Qiao Jing sorted out his thoughts, he looked at the densely written words on the paper, and then he let out a long breath and raised his head.

After noticing that most of the audience had already left for lunch, Qiao Jing blinked, showing a somewhat dazed expression.

What time is it?

"12:30 noon."

A familiar voice came from the side. Qiao Jing turned around and found that Jing Xinglan, who was playing below "not long ago", was sitting next to him, looking at him with his head tilted. smile.

"You," Qiao Jing paused, "when did you come?"

Jing Xinglan wrote lightly: "Just now."

But this is clearly not the case.Qiao Jing wanted to say something, but his eyes were inadvertently attracted by the Q-version comics drawn on the white paper in his hand.

"...What did you draw?"

Jing Xinglan gave a low laugh, and generously showed Qiao Jing her "masterpiece", "Here, does it look like your usual Calvin?"

Qiao Jing stared at this surprisingly vivid cartoon despite his poor drawing skills, feeling like he was suddenly shot by an arrow in the knee.

On the screen, a Q version villain is sitting in front of the computer with a frowning face, while four large characters are written on the screen——

"I can't write."