Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

"liquor?"

Jing Xinglan was stunned, but then laughed: "Yes, yes, why, do you want me to drink with you?"

To his surprise, Qiao Jing actually nodded.

But Jing Xinglan frowned instead, he could sense that Qiao Jing's mind was in a very chaotic state, otherwise he wouldn't have thought of using alcohol to numb himself.

But isn't Qiao Jing a web editor?It's just Calvin, the next author, so why bother him so much?

Jing Xinglan wanted to ask him what the reason was, but although they were at the same table in high school, their relationship could only be said to be average, so he thought about it, and in the end he didn't say anything, he just got up and went home to get Ordered two bottles of red wine and two glasses.

Qiao Jing silently got up from the floor.

The two just sat on the floor like this, and you drank one cup after another.

Jing Xinglan watched the young man pouring himself wine without saying a word, and suddenly became curious: what does Qiao Jing look like when he is drunk?

...but soon he would know.

"Jing Xinglan, let me tell you a story." Qiao Jing opened her eyes wide, two blushes appeared on her cheeks, "Want to hear it?"

"Thinking about it," Jing Xinglan put down his wine glass, looking at Qiao Jing who was talking to the black cat with complicated emotions, "but I'm here."

"Oh."

Qiao Jing put down 008 with a face full of horror, turned his head as usual, stared at the man sitting cross-legged on the floor with his dark and lifeless eyes, suddenly put his hands on the ground, and jumped off the floor up.

"Tell me," he said with one hand on his hip, pointing to the sky with the other, "what did you see?"

Jing Xinglan looked up at the ceiling: "The chandelier?"

"No!" Qiao Jing said loudly, "It's a handjob! A big handjob!"

As he said that, he began to imitate the sound of an airplane taking off, opened his arms expressionlessly, and ran wildly in the living room.

Jing Xinglan: "..."

He rubbed the temples of his forehead, thinking absurdly and having a headache, did She Fear suffer from social bullying after being drunk?

Qiao Jing took off in the living room for a while, probably feeling tired, he lowered his arms and fell headfirst on the sofa.

Jing Xinglan thought that Qiao Jing had fallen asleep, and was afraid that he would suffocate him to death with a pillow. He wanted to go over and turn him over, but Qiao Jing grabbed the tie and pulled him in front of him.

The man was dragged staggeringly.

In order to maintain his balance, he had to kneel on the sofa with one knee, with his arms resting on the neck of the person under him.

This was a very ambiguous gesture. If he hadn't been sure that the person in front of him was a drunk, Jing Xinglan would have definitely felt that Qiao Jing was playing hard to get.

"release."

"No," Qiao Jing looked at him seriously, "Doctor, I'm not dead yet, I can still be rescued."

Jing Xinglan: "...I know, you're just drunk."

He looked down at his crumpled tie, and he had a mental attack of cleanliness, so he couldn't help "tsk" a little irritably.

Qiao Jing pondered for a while with his chaotic brain, but still couldn't understand Jing Xinglan's words.

But he knew that he was suffering now, physically and mentally, his head was swollen, as if something was about to come out, but he just couldn't grasp it.

He suddenly felt that his life was a failure.

"Do you like flowers in the mirror?" He stared fixedly at Jing Xinglan in front of him, the identity of the man switched back and forth between "the annoying high school deskmate" and "the protagonist of the doctor in his own writing", "Are you... Is medicine stupid?"

"What?" When did he study medicine?

Jing Xinglan didn't take this sentence too seriously, he was busy saving his tie from Qiao Jing's hand, "Okay, let go, I'll help you go to bed."

"Not loose," Qiao Jing was stubborn, "What do you like about him? Everything he writes is rubbish, and the dogs don't even read it."

Hearing these words, Jing Xinglan's face darkened.

Even though he knew that Qiao Jing was drunk, he still couldn't bear to slander his favorite author in front of him.Jing Xinglan took a deep breath, silently said "Don't argue with drunks" several times, and opened Qiao Jing's fingers one by one.

"If Jinghua Shuiyue's article is rubbish, then other authors will die," he straightened up, and said calmly, "And why did you buy a bunch of rubbish and put it on the bookshelf?"

Qiao Jing: "To remind myself."

"What do you mean?"

But this time Qiao Jing didn't answer him.

The young man stood up from the sofa unsteadily, and went straight to the study.

Jing Xinglan had an ominous premonition.

"Wait—what are you doing!?" He stared wide-eyed, watching Qiao Jing take out the signature book he had been asking for, and tearing it in half, his voice started to tremble with anger , "Stop it!"

He snatched the book from Qiao Jing's hand, feeling so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

Jing Xinglan raised his head unbearably, but the angry expression on his face froze instantly when he saw Qiao Jing's appearance.

Qiao Jing stood in the study blankly, like a lost child, her eyes were blank and empty, and tears rolled down her eyes.

"What to do, I really can't think of it..."

Jing Xinglan held the book stiffly, feeling as if she had done something terribly wrong.

Even when the teacher took away the books that troubled Qiao Jing in high school, he never cried!

The man walked over cautiously, and patted Qiao Jing's shoulder very slowly: "Don't think about it if you can't figure it out, don't put too much pressure on yourself." After a pause, he said, "By the way, didn't you just say Want to tell me a story?"

Qiao Jing nodded with red eyes.

Seeing that he stopped crying, Jing Xinglan let out a long breath, and pulled him back to sit on the sofa in the living room.

But Jing Xinglan didn't expect that Qiao Jing actually told him a serious story.

It has to be said that Qiao Jing is very talented in storytelling, and Jing Xinglan, who was just planning to lull people to sleep before leaving, was fascinated by it without knowing it.Even when Qiao Jing stopped, he asked, "Then what's next?"

"Next," Qiao Jing said in a daze, "next..."

He suddenly closed his eyes, tilted his head, and fell asleep on the sofa.

Jing Xinglan: "..."

The man's expression was unpredictable, but in the end, he just sighed deeply.

Forget it, it's not the first time it has encountered a bad ending.

He laid Qiao Jing flat on the sofa, tidied up the living room, got up and left.

But before leaving, Jing Xinglan hesitated for a while, and still took away the signed edition of "The Great Doctor of the Common People", which had been "tragicly murdered".

Think of it as the reward for inviting Qiao Jing to drink this time, he thought.

the next day.

"Host! Don't be too hard on yourself, host!"

008 looked at Qiao Jing standing on the edge of the balcony with empty eyes, and was so frightened that the whole cat lay on his lap, unable to pull it off.

Qiao Jing: "..."

No, let go, let him die.

He recalled his various behaviors in front of Jing Xinglan after he was drunk, and he really wanted to escape from this planet.

What a shame!

Seeing his dazed look, 008 was afraid that Qiao Jing would really be overwhelmed, so he quickly persuaded him: "Host, it's okay, we have other ways! At worst, we can destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces!"

Although I'm sorry for Jing Xinglan, the little black cat showed its claws with a murderous expression, but for Qiao Jing's sake, let it take the initiative to clean up trouble for the host!

Qiao Jing: "...No, it doesn't have to be like this."

When the doorbell rang, Qiao Jing's body froze for a moment, but despite all his reluctance, he walked over and opened the door.

"Are you awake?" Jing Xinglan sized him up and said with a smile.

Qiao Jing lowered her head, clutching the doorknob tightly, and nodded imperceptibly.

Seeing him like this, Jing Xinglan felt a little nostalgic for Qiao Jing's "unrestrained and enthusiastic" drunken state before.He laughed and said, "I just came to see how you are doing, it's fine since you're awake. But can you tell me, what is the ending of that story?"

Qiao Jing opened her mouth: "...I don't know either."

The story he told Jing Xinglan was actually an excerpt from "Song of the Earth". Qiao Jing thought he had already figured out the ending, but now he was not so sure.

Is such a cold and intelligent future really the ending he wants?

"Really," Jing Xinglan sighed, but as if he had expected it, "Actually, I wrote an ending myself, do you want to see it?"

Qiao Jing raised his head suddenly: "What is it?"

Jing Xinglan took out a piece of paper from his pocket: "I don't like tragedies very much, and this story always feels like a fairy tale to me, so I thought of a news article I read before. It would be great if the author of the article is helpful.”

Qiao Jing looked at the handwriting on the paper, and slowly opened her eyes wide.

It turned out that this was the ending he really wanted!

"Thank you." He put away the piece of paper and thanked him sincerely.

Jing Xinglan waved his hand: "You're welcome, I just wrote it down. It's just..."

"But what?"

Jing Xinglan stared at him for a while, then suddenly laughed: "I seem to know your identity."

Qiao Jing's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm on the surface: "Really?"

"It's too obvious," Jing Xinglan said in a firm tone, "The story you told me is "Song of the Earth", right! So, you must be Yan Heqing—"

Qiao Jing tightly squeezed the white paper in his hand.

"The editor of..." Jing Xinglan said in a deep voice, "Am I right?"

Qiao Jing stared at him blankly.

"Don't worry," Jing Xinglan comforted him, "I will help you keep it a secret. He is indeed a very potential author, but his writing style is a little immature compared to the old masters like Jinghua Shuiyue, so you don't have to be too impatient. , to give the author time to grow."

After the voice fell, the black-haired youth was silent for a moment.

"Jing Xinglan."

"Ok?"

"Get out of the way, I'm closing the door."

"........."