Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

"That night, the sea breeze was gentle and the stars were shining brightly."

"The young man closed his eyes, felt the soft touch on his lips, and his body gradually relaxed, like a ball of marshmallows that had been roasted until it was half soft. The lover's kisses on his body were intense and burning, and he was a little out of breath , almost melted in this kiss..."

The little black cat sat in front of the light screen with bright eyes, raised its paws, and wrote his first masterpiece in his life.

"008!"

Qiao Jing, who was blushing, directly picked up 008 by the back of the neck, and threw it among a pile of pillows. The little black cat struggled to get out, but was pushed down again by Jing Xinglan who was passing by.

Qiao Jing gritted her teeth and said, "Alai, delete all these messy things!"

"Don't delete it!" The little black cat screamed from under the pillow, "You... you are killing my literary dream!"

Jing Xinglan couldn't help laughing: "What literary dream, the literary dream of writing Xiao Huang Wen?"

"This is documentary literature," the little black cat said convincingly, "How dare you say that what I wrote just now is not true..."

Qiao Jing strode over, held up the pillow in his hand, and smashed the cat's head that had finally got out.

Just like smashing a gopher.

——008, died.

"Don't write such things on my optical brain." Staring at Jing Xinglan's teasing eyes, Qiao Jing recalled the scene last night again, his body tensed up for a moment, and he continued to teach 008 a lesson. "I'm going to write a new article soon, if my saved manuscript is accidentally deleted by you..."

His tone gradually became dangerous. Although he didn't continue, his expression clearly had the vicious expression of "Then let's eat cat meat tonight".

For a writer, saving manuscripts is his life!

008 is also very aware of this, so this time its voice is much softer: "I, I just sent it out of feeling. And you have to believe in my level, even if the file is lost, I will definitely be able to restore it for you. "

Qiao Jing instantly regained his calm expression.

"That's good."

008: "..."

Change face so fast.

but--

"When did you save the manuscript?" Jing Xinglan asked suspiciously. When he asked Qiao Jing before, he remembered that he didn't even finish the outline of the new article. "It's only been a morning, and the speed is fast enough."

Of course, Qiao Jing couldn't say that it was because he couldn't sleep last night, so he just got up early today, and wrote out the outline of the beginning and Chapter 1 of the new article by the way.

"I feel better today." He said vaguely.Then he returned to the study with his light brain, and the frequency of his steps was much faster than usual when he left.

Looking at his back, Jing Xinglan slightly raised the corners of his lips.

The man looked down at the little black cat lying on the sofa with a thoughtful expression.

008 exploded in an instant: "What are you doing?"

"I will lend you my optical brain," Jing Xinglan said tentatively, "How about you continue to fulfill your literary dream?"

008: "..."

Although he woke up early in the morning to write because he couldn't sleep, but Qiao Jing's inspiration exploded as he wrote, and he saved nearly [-] manuscripts in one breath.

Jing Xinglan is still his first reader.

""Tian Shang Que"?" He saw the name on the top of the light screen at a glance, and was a little surprised, "It sounds like an ancient text."

Qiao Jing shook his head: "No. But I was indeed inspired by the interstellar martial arts novel I wrote to you before. Strictly speaking, this is a doomsday infinite novel with the interstellar martial arts and cyberpunk world as the background. "

Jing Xinglan's expression was a little blank: "...what?"

With so many buffs, it was difficult for Jing Xinglan to even repeat: "Interstellar martial arts cyberpunk, and...what else?"

"There is also an infinite stream of doomsday."

Jing Xinglan's pupils began to tremble.

If this was not written by Qiao Jing, Jing Xinglan would definitely think that the other party was joking with him if someone else wrote about it.

How to write this! ?

Qiao Jing: "You can see it when you see it."

Jing Xinglan finished reading the first [-] words of the opening chapter suspiciously, and then fell into a deep silence.

"How is it?" Qiao Jing asked him a little nervously.

In fact, he also knew that adding so many elements to a novel would be very difficult to write, but he couldn't stop his brainstorming. In the end, he gritted his teeth and decided not to think too much, so he just wrote it.

"I think," Jing Xinglan said slowly, "this book is definitely the one with the most brainpower in your many years of writing career, and it is also the hardest one to write."

Qiao Jing sighed: "You can see it too, right? I'd better go back and change the beginning—"

"No need to change." Jing Xinglan interrupted him, and the man said categorically, "You don't need a single word, trust me, just post it directly. It feels very good, readers in this world absolutely love this type."

On the contrary, Qiao Jing felt a little unconfident: "...Really?"

"real!"

Jing Xinglan turned his eyes to the light screen again, and read the [-] characters from beginning to end again.

Although the subject matter written by Qiao Jing made his pupils tremble, but when Jing Xinglan actually read the text, he felt that the wonderful world view and plot composed of these inconsequential elements really made people unable to help themselves. I was attracted, and I didn't feel the slightest sense of disobedience.

The protagonist of "Que in the Sky" is named Z, a young killer living in the slums of the surface city.

This identity is the same as the interstellar martial arts book that Qiao Jing wrote to Jing Xinglan, but Z is different from the protagonist in that book who became the number one killer by virtue of his skills. A strong student, with a slender braid tied behind his head with a colored rope, when he smiled, he showed two pointed canine teeth, and his eyes were as white and soft as clouds.

And his [-]% mission completion rate comes from his own subordinates, or to use a more appropriate word to describe it——

believer.

That's right, the protagonist Qiao Jing is going to write this time is a fun-loving person.

The world background of "Que in the Sky" is undoubtedly in the interstellar era, and Qiao Jing also adopted the classic cyberpunk setting of the upper and lower cities.The whole world is divided into two poles: the city on the surface full of evil and chaos, and the island of gods who rule the people on the surface, but no one has seen the whole picture——

People call it the Heavenly Que.

Because the use of laser weapons is prohibited in the city on the surface, temperature sensors are installed in each block. Once the patrol robot detects that someone is holding a high-temperature object, it will rush there immediately to judge the items used by the other party and fine the person on the spot. Unequal punishment for killing.

What's interesting is that although laser weapons are banned, patrol robots don't care about the proliferation of cold weapons. As long as they don't fight in public, they don't care.

In addition, the biggest taboo of living here is——

Absolutely, never go near the sky.

Therefore, there are no birds in the city on the surface, and there are no means of transportation such as airplanes.Gangs, churches, and capitalists are rampant, and the living space of ordinary people has been repeatedly compressed. Even walking on the street will be life-threatening.

It's not that no one stood up to stop all of this, but none of this was worth the greed of human nature.Every year, 10 people disappear in the city on the surface of the surface for no reason. No one knows where they went, and there are only a few people who come back. According to relatives and friends around them, their temperaments have changed drastically, and they have become taciturn. When asked where he had been during this time, he kept silent, and would disappear again in a short time.

In the end, a curious capitalist spent a lot of money and finally caught one of the men who reappeared after being hidden by the gods, and used some unscrupulous methods to pry his mouth open, and got a man who made everyone happy. The shocking answer -

They are the chosen ones, he said.

After saying this answer, the man's heartbeat stopped suddenly.Even he himself hadn't reacted yet, and he still maintained the appearance of opening his eyes and speaking before, and the trance expression was forever frozen on his face.

Even the best forensic doctor could not detect the cause of his death, and could only make a hasty diagnosis of sudden cardiac death.

The news leaked from nowhere, and eventually spread throughout the surface city.

At the end of the rumor, it turned out that these 10 people were selected lucky ones. As long as they survived the test, they would be able to enter the heavenly gate and live a life like a fairy, and no matter what wish they wished, they would be able to come true.

From then on, every year when the zero o'clock bell rang in the city, people no longer panicked, but poured into the streets one after another, using the method of sacrifice to pray to heaven that they would be chosen and leave this purgatory-like place on earth.

But the protagonist Z is different from them.

He is like a fish in water in the surface city, relying on his extraordinary brain and cunning heart, he can live well no matter where he is.So Z never thought about Tianshangquan being a master in the past, although he often told the believers who worshiped him that he was the incarnation of the gods in the sky and the savior who came to save them.

But these are all lies, he thought. Only a cornered fool would believe in the existence of a light and a savior.

Another new year is here.

Z, who was full of wine and food, stood on the window sill of his villa, watching the idiots parading on the streets of the slums, and yawned without interest. Just as he was about to go back to sleep, the moment he turned around— —

He disappeared into the room.

When Z woke up, he found himself in a classroom, surrounded by people from all corners of the surface city, different occupations, different ages and genders, all looking around in a panic, but no one could Get up and leave your seat.

On the blackboard in front of them, two lines of large characters were written in pale chalk——

"Welcome to the Despair Training Class."

"There are still 9 days, 23 hours, 57 minutes and 8 seconds before the killer wins the final victory."

The plot stops here.

Because Qiao Jing wrote it here, he personally felt that the settings were a little too much, and he wanted to modify it.

But it seems that Jing Xinglan is quite satisfied with this beginning?

"I have a question," Jing Xinglan asked, "You told me earlier that you were going to write about Brilliance of Desperation. The character of the protagonist doesn't seem to fit well, does it?"

Qiao Jing nodded: "It really doesn't fit. So he is considered a desperate situation, or a part of a desperate situation."

Jing Xinglan was really surprised this time: "Z is the villain? Who is the real protagonist?"

"...I haven't thought about it yet," Qiao Jing said honestly.

It took less than a day, and it was not easy for him to write so much.

Jing Xinglan held his breath in his chest, almost suffocating him to death.

"Next time," he took a deep breath and tried to force a smile, "I'd better not read the text until you finish writing the outline."

Qiao Jing asked puzzled, "Why?"

Jing Xinglan smiled: "To ensure the quality of sleep."

If it wasn't because Qiao Jing was standing in front of him and looking at him with such an innocent expression, Jing Xinglan would definitely be like those follow-up readers in the discussion area, after watching this heart-pounding opening There was a desperate sound from the bottom of the pit——

Yan Heqing, are you asleep?

I can not sleep!