Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

"Song of the Earth" has been updated again.

After it was put on the shelves, the plot of this novel gradually unfolded and got on the right track.In order to catch up with the readers and keep himself from slacking off, Qiao Jing will update a chapter at a fixed time every day, with occasional additions.

But readers with growing appetites are obviously not satisfied with just a few thousand words.

——Brother Xun said it well, updates are like water in a sponge, as long as you pick up the author and squeeze it, there will always be one!

Someone Zhou: Bah!I never said that!

But in any case, no matter who the comments are, they are happy to see the results.

Readers want to see more plots, the academic world is eager for Qiao Jing to change [-] a day, and the country is even more thirsty for Yan Heqing. If it weren't for the old ancestors' allusions of visiting the thatched cottage and the tradition of giving preferential treatment to talents, they would have already given Liu Liu The server of the Internet is locked, so Yan Heqing only writes for them to read!

In summary, the three parties reached an agreement in the comment section of "Song of the Earth"——

Urge more!

As long as you don't die, you will die more! !

Great, look at our readers who are waiting for food and knocking bowls! ! !

Qiao Jing: Sorry, I can't see it.

In fact, he now encounters a century-old problem that every creator will encounter.

——He got stuck.

008 didn't understand: "Don't you have an outline? Just write according to the outline."

"The outline will change, and my hand has its own thoughts." Qiao Jing sat in front of the computer with a gloomy face, staring at a blank word document in a daze, "And if you can't write it, you can't write it. I can't write it either."

He stood up suddenly and walked around the room violently. His fierce expression made 008 tremble with fright.

The author, Calvin...is it so scary! ?

"Then, do you want to promise Jing Xinglan to go out to collect folk songs with him?" It asked cautiously.

"Ah—what did you say?" Qiao Jing turned her head with a ferocious face, and stared at it viciously.

008 was frightened by his expression, and almost cried out with a "meow": "I, I, I didn't say anything!"

But Qiao Jing calmed down and returned to his previous indifferent look. He stood in the room with his head bowed, his long bangs covering his eyes, and after a while, the young man sighed.

"Well, I hope it works."

But before that...

Qiao Jing turned his gaze to the computer.

He needs to take a leave of absence first.

"What, the author asked for leave!?"

Han Youpeng, who was leading his students to analyze the update of "Song of the Earth" for the first time, was wearing presbyopic glasses, staring at the bright leave note on the screen, feeling his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys trembling together.

Don't think that he doesn't know when he is old. Everything is difficult at the beginning, and if there is one, there will be two. After many authors ask for leave for the first time, the next thing is endless procrastination and unfinished hell!

It's fine if the other novels are unfinished and not updated, but what if "Song of the Earth" is no longer updated...

Han Youpeng looked at the half-studied chip at hand, and felt that after all the hard work, he had just caught a glimpse of the dawn, and it went out with a "click".

"Mentor, actually..." The student next to him wanted to remind him that the author just asked for leave for a day, and it's not like he won't be back.

But seeing the sky-shattering expression on Han Youpeng's face, he still wisely decided to keep silent.

There is no way, everyone who works under Academician Han knows that Academician Han is such an over-the-top character and strives for perfection, otherwise he would not lead the country to fight a bloody road in the monopoly encirclement and suppression of foreign chip companies.

Now they finally hope to have their own voice in this field. Han Youpeng doesn't want to waste even a minute, let alone a day!

"Go to the laboratory first, and sort out the materials at hand," he said with a cold face, "I'll stay and write something."

He, Han Youpeng, bet on his reputation of bringing twenty doctors, and he must let Yan Heqing finish "Song of the Earth" properly!

Qiao Jing, who was sitting in the teahouse, suddenly trembled.

"What's wrong?" Jing Xinglan on the opposite side asked with concern, "Is it cold?"

"...No." Qiao Jing picked up the teacup in front of her, lowered her head and took a sip to cover it up, "It's just that I'm not used to it."

The teahouse was not noisy, but when he thought that the people sitting on the table not far away were all his readers, he felt uncomfortable all over.

"Don't be nervous," Jing Xinglan comforted him, "We're all friends, we just get together offline to chat about favorite books and authors, it's not a big deal."

Qiao Jing: This is the most unbearable part, okay?

Jing Xinglan looked suspiciously at Qiao Jing drinking tea desperately, a faint pink color appeared on the earlobes covered by black hair, he thought, no way, I haven't seen you for many years, Qiao Jing has developed to the point where even talking to strangers will turn red in the face degree?

He couldn't help feeling a little helpless: "Then I'll go there first, and if you're ready, come along with me."

Qiao Jing let out a muffled "hmm".

As expected, after seeing Jing Xinglan, the group of people all showed expressions of surprise and surprise.

"What a handsome guy!" The female readers were very surprised, "I didn't expect that Mr. Jing, you are so handsome!"

Jing Xinglan smiled faintly: "That's great, it's just that I usually pay more attention to image management."

He quickly shifted the topic to other aspects, controlling the direction of the discussion very lightly.

Qiao Jing was actually very envious of his ability. He felt that he would never be able to speak well in front of a group of people in his life. Even when he was in school, he was always the one who was silent and ignored in group discussions. .

On the Internet, countless people are willing to appreciate the words he wrote word for word; but in reality, no one is even willing to calm down and listen to him say a word.

As time passed, Qiao Jing didn't bother to speak anymore.

The discussion on the other side continues.

"My favorite is "The Road to Heaven" written by Mirror Flowers and Water Moon," a reader said enthusiastically, flipping through the hardcover novel he specially brought from home, "It's so well written! I just copied a few sentences from it, and the marking teacher gave me an unprecedented high score! I can go to this school thanks to this book!"

"This book, I think it's too literary," another person expressed a different opinion. "But it's just good-looking. But I personally prefer "Dragon Yu", which is a classic work that created a generation of legends!"

"That's right. After that, a large number of novels imitating "Dragon Yu" appeared on the Internet. Unfortunately, they can only imitate the superficial imitation. No one can write the grandeur and grandeur of the mythical epic." Other readers echoed.

"For example, the recent "Legend of the Unicorn" written by Sann is..."

"Alright, why mention such a villain?"

Everyone showed disgusted expressions, obviously they had eaten the melon that the author and the website terminated the contract.

At this time, Jing Xinglan finally spoke: "Actually, my favorite work is "The Great Doctor of the Common People."

As the famous work of Flowers in the Mirror and Water in the Water, there are many people who also like this work. After he finished speaking, some female readers immediately took out the book from their bags with bright eyes: "I like it too! Back then I asked someone to buy it. It cost a lot of money to get the author's signed edition!"

As we all know, Flowers in the Mirror and Moon in Water don't like to show up in front of people, and they basically don't hold book signings, let alone cooperate with publishing houses to organize activities for the sales of some books.

Therefore, his autographs are basically hard to come by.

Jing Xinglan's gaze sharpened instantly.

He watched the girl triumphantly open the cover under the envious eyes of everyone, and showed them the author's signature. Her dark eyes were almost glued to the large characters of "Mirror Flower, Water Moon".

Although it's not that he doesn't have a signed book... But Jing Xinglan really doesn't have "The Great Doctor of the Common People".

He asked someone to beg for a high price on the Internet for a long time but failed to find a seller. As a result, he saw two copies in just a few days-one was at Qiao Jing's house, and the other was in the hands of this ordinary-looking girl. How could Jing Xinglan be balanced in her heart?

Damn it, he has already bought the copyright of the author!

Jing Xinglan managed to maintain a smile, and asked politely: "Can you lend me this book?"

The girl handed it to him readily: "Of course, but be careful not to pour tea on it."

After receiving the book, Jing Xinglan immediately touched the spine, paper and signed parts carefully, with careful movements and a serious expression.

I don't know if it's an illusion... I always feel that this signed book is a little more beautiful than the hardcover edition he bought?

If Qiao Jing knew what he was thinking in his heart, he would definitely hehe with a blank face.

bullshit.

At the beginning, these books were all sent by the publishing house, and Qiao Jing just picked out a few autographed copies, and there was no difference between the binding and the material of the paper.

But Jing Xinglan just felt different.

He reluctantly returned the book to the girl, and asked without giving up: "Is this book for sale? I can double the price."

Originally because of Jing Xinglan's careful handling of the book and the handsome girl's affection for him, the girl instantly became vigilant, quickly put the book back into her backpack, and said repeatedly: "I won't sell it! I won't sell it for any amount!"

Jing Xinglan sighed, "Okay."

Although regrettable, he can understand.

If you want to replace him, he will definitely not sell it.

He picked up his teacup and took a sip with a regretful face. He was about to see what Qiao Jing was doing not far away, but when he turned his head, he saw the young man lying on the table with his fists clenched and his ears sticking out. It was so red it was about to bleed.

Jing Xinglan: ...? ? ?