Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

While Ding Xiao was giving a lecture, he couldn't help but look in Qiao Jing's direction frequently.

He wondered, he didn't seem to have said anything special just now, did he?

But it is undeniable that he did have curiosity about Qiao Jing.Although Mr. Jing said that Qiao Jing was his old classmate when he called him, Ding Xiao was able to become one of the best singers in the Huaguo music scene from a resident singer in a bar. —

He's sure that the boss has ideas about this guy!

It's just that having an idea doesn't mean you have to put it into practice. Naturally, Ding Xiao won't be so stupid as to startle the snake.

He was very patient, and after the class was over, he answered the questions of the two students very carefully, and then he walked to Qiao Jing's seat and knocked on his desk.

"This one..." He paused, and decided to discuss teaching with the other party. After all, they are about the same age, and Qiao Jing is the boss's friend. "Your name is Qiao Jing, right?"

Qiao Jing looked up suddenly, only to realize that he had accidentally lost track of his writing, and didn't even notice that get out of class was over.

"……Um."

He silently closed the book and nodded.

Just now, Ding Xiao probably didn't see what he wrote on the paper, right?

He carefully observed the expression on Ding Xiao's face, and felt that the other party probably didn't see it.

Ding Xiao asked again: "Why do you want to come to my class? Is it because you want to engage in this business in the future?"

Qiao Jing shook her head: "No, it's just because of a friend's invitation that I want to write a song for him."

"That's it," Ding Xiao showed a clear expression, "Isn't it enough to find some information on the Internet and write it casually?"

"It can't be casual," Qiao Jing said seriously, "This is a very important thing."

Ding Xiao took a look at him, suddenly laughed, and said in a low voice, "I probably know why he likes you", but Qiao Jing didn't hear it clearly, and instead held the backpack tightly in his arms, asking Said: "Well, Teacher Ding, if you have nothing else to do, can I go?"

"Don't call me teacher," Ding Xiao said, "and, of course—but before you leave, let's add a friend, shall we?"

Qiao Jing: "..."

One or two, why do you both like to add him as friends?

He's not the type to chat.

After all, Dante Xiao taught him a lesson, and it would be a bit unreasonable not to teach him, so Qiao Jing finally took out his mobile phone and exchanged a contact information with Ding Xiao.

During the process, Ding Xiao saw the Liuliu.com app on his mobile phone, and his eyes flickered: "Do you also watch "Song of the Earth"?"

Qiao Jing nodded.

"That's great!" Ding Xiao said, "Actually, to tell you the truth, I recently—" He glanced around, and after making sure that no one else had noticed, he approached Joe mysteriously. Beside the mirror, he lowered his voice and said to him, "I recently took on a job, because Director Wang invited me to write the lyrics and music for the theme song of "Song of the Earth" for the song "Willow" that I posted earlier, and I have been worrying about what I should do for a long time. How did you write it?"

Qiao Jing: Isn't it a coincidence?

"Congratulations." He said sincerely, "I also listened to that song "Willow", it's very good."

"Haha, is that right? Thank you for the compliment," Ding Xiao smiled brightly, "I'm surrounded by insiders, so it's not easy for me to discuss this matter with them, because Director Wang wants me to keep it a secret. It just so happens that we have the same They are still book fans, so we can discuss and discuss together if we have nothing to do."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly froze for a moment, looked down at the watch on his wrist, and instantly opened his eyes wide: "It's broken, I still have a program to record next!"

Ding Xiao strode to the podium, picked up his notebook, and rushed out of the classroom in a hurry. After a few seconds, he turned back, pointed his head at Qiao Jing who was still sitting on the seat, and shouted: "Remember to contact me on the phone when the time comes! Sora, I invite you to have dinner with Boss Jing!"

After he left completely, Qiao Jing finally realized.

In fact, Qiao Jing basically didn't listen to what Ding Xiao said to him just now.

His mind is now full of all kinds of lyrics and melodies, and the very different characters he created in "Earth Song".Countless fragments of inspiration converged into a meandering river in his mind, and eventually turned into a complete song along with the notes.

He wants to go home, Qiao Jing thought.

The young man walked faster and faster, and in the end he couldn't even wait for the elevator, so he ran down the stairs directly from the stairs, and the disappearing figure at the corner stunned Jing Xinglan, who happened to be on this floor for a meeting, and stopped involuntarily. .

The secretary beside him looked at him: "Mr. Jing, what's wrong?"

"...It's nothing." Jing Xinglan frowned calmly, "I saw a friend. Let's go to a meeting."

But before the meeting started, he still sent a message to Qiao Jing:

"what happened to you?"

However, at this time, Qiao Jing was completely immersed in his own world. He blocked all interference from the outside world, repeatedly revised the lyrics in the virtual world, and listened to the passage from the master over and over again hand, grand and romantic symphony melody.

……

…………

A few hours later, Qiao Jing sent the written lyrics to the representative.

Half an hour later, the representative's profile lighted up again: "Mr. Yan Heqing, thank you very much for your writing! The United Nations has just decided to adopt your work, and it will be translated into more than [-] languages ​​and promoted around the world. At that time, we will donate all the proceeds to the United Nations Children's Charity Organization, thank you for your contribution to those children!"

Qiao Jing: "You're welcome."

After confirming that the task was completed, he grabbed his phone and couldn't even concentrate on the notification that popped up on the screen. He fell directly on the sofa, closed his eyes and fell into a dark sleep.

——From the time he promised to write lyrics for "Song of the Earth", Qiao Jing's daily sleep time will not exceed four hours on average.

When he woke up again, Qiao Jing found that there was already a soft blanket on his body.

008 definitely doesn't have that strength, it goes without saying who is covering him with the blanket.Qiao Jing was lying on the sofa wrapped in a blanket, and vaguely heard the sound of cutting vegetables from the kitchen, and the air was filled with the smell of chicken soup.

Qiao Jing couldn't help but think of the first time he saw Jing Xinglan cooking chicken soup. The golden chicken legs in the casserole floated up and down with the gurgling boiling soup. Sucked away, Qiao Jing, who was originally reading in the study, and 008, who was reading with him, floated to the kitchen uninvited, waiting for the chicken soup to come out...

In the end, Jing Xinglan, dumbfounded, gave them each a big drumstick.

After that bite, the meat was tender and juicy, and it was so fragrant that I almost swallowed my tongue.

Qiao Jing recalled that experience, sat up slowly, with her messy black hair on her head, and sucked her nose hard.

hungry.

"The great writer is awake?"

Jing Xinglan walked to the dining table with the chicken soup in his hand, and immediately saw Qiao Jing sitting on the sofa staring at him blankly.

The corners of the man's lips raised slightly, but he quickly flattened them again.

"When you wake up, go wash your face and eat." He said lukewarmly.

"……Oh."

Qiao Jing fell asleep in a daze, but she obediently went to wash her face.And it wasn't until he was sitting at the dining table, looking at Jing Xinglan, whose face was sinking like water, that he only cared about eating by himself today, and didn't even serve him a bowl, that he realized belatedly——

"Are you mad?" he asked.

Jing Xinglan paused when he picked up the food, but he didn't look up at Qiao Jing.

"No."

Qiao Jing nodded, really believing it, so he went to the rice cooker in the kitchen to fill a bowl of rice, sat down and ate silently.

The corners of Jing Xinglan's mouth twitched, and he finally realized that facing someone like Qiao Jing, he could only get straight to the point.

He put down his chopsticks, stared at Qiao Jing and asked, "Why didn't you reply to my message or answer the phone?"

Qiao Jing paused for a while, then looked up in confusion: "Ah? When did you call me?"

Jing Xinglan frowned: "The morning before yesterday."

"The day before yesterday..." Qiao Jing was stunned for a moment before realizing, "I slept for a whole day!?"

"I also had a low-grade fever in the middle," Jing Xinglan said coldly, "I thought Uncle Qiao was exaggerating when he said you couldn't take care of yourself. I made myself sick!"

Jing Xinglan looked at Qiao Jing bitterly, wondering if this person knew how pale his face was right now?

Although Qiao Jing's skin is usually fair, but it's not like it is now, it's completely gone!

"What happened?" he asked. "Even if you don't want Uncle Joe to worry, at least you can tell me?"

But Qiao Jing just silently looked away, not looking at him.

He really can't lie.

Especially in the face of people who still care about themselves, those random reasons are even more difficult to say.

Seeing his appearance, Jing Xinglan sighed, and finally took the initiative to back down a step: "Forget it, let's not take this as an example, the reason why I am angry this time is because you don't take your body seriously, you have to know , you are not alone now."

Qiao Jing tilted her head: "What does 'not a person' mean?"

Jing Xinglan was dumb.

In fact, he just said it subconsciously, hoping that Qiao Jing would know that he would also worry about him, and stop belittling himself like this.But such frank words...Jing Xinglan couldn't say it in front of Qiao Jing for the time being.

"I mean, don't you still have a cat?" He coughed, tapped the 008 next to him with his chopsticks, and explained somewhat pretentiously, "Look, you slept all day, if it wasn't for me, The cats at home have had nothing to eat all day.”

The little black cat squatting on the dining table let out two meows unwilling to be lonely. It stared at Qiao Jing with its round blue cat eyes, and flicked its tail vigorously, obviously in anger.

Qiao Jing looked at it, then at Jing Xinglan, and finally held the chopsticks and fell into a deep silence.

Obviously he is the master of this family, why does it feel...he seems to be targeted?