Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

As for why Qiao Jing went out with Jing Xinglan, the cause of the incident was a phone call from Qiao Jing's mother on Friday night.

"Son, your Auntie Liu sent me a few boxes of souvenirs from my hometown, but she sent the address to the wrong place," she complained on the phone, "Your dad and I can't get away here, just as you are away from there. The place is nearby, so take it home and eat by yourself, I'll send you the address." After a pause, she added, "Remember to call Aunt Liu when the time comes, thank you!"

Qiao Jing: "...um."

Among the various traditional customs in China, what he can't understand the most is the mentality of the older generation that they have to communicate with each other even though they have no relationship at all, and even feel that they have a lot of fun.

Every time he returns to his hometown during the Chinese New Year, he is like a erha who has strayed into a wolf's den, his head is empty and he is at a loss.

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Jing looked at the address sent by his mother. It was a rookie station in the suburbs of N City. The name of the neighborhood next to him was very similar to the place where his parents lived now. No wonder they got it wrong.

At first he planned to take a taxi there on the weekend to get it, but after Jing Xinglan heard about it at the dinner table, he frowned and said, "You don't know how many things are there, do you? Your mother also said that there are several boxes of local products. What if you can’t move it by yourself?”

Before Qiao Jing could answer, he offered to help: "I'll drive you there, it happens to be the weekend, and if there are a lot of things, I can help move them into the car."

Qiao Jing was silent for a moment and agreed.

It seems that the interstellar martial arts article that Jing Xinglan promised to write will soon change from a short story to a long one, he thought silently in his heart.

But for some reason, for this trip, 008, who always loves to play, was very absent-minded.

"I'm communicating with the headquarters." The little black cat lay on his lap, watching Qiao Jing fasten his seat belt. "It's about the next mission. I'll talk to you later."

Qiao Jing noticed the "next task" it said, but Jing Xinglan happened to sit in the driver's seat at this time, and turned to ask him if he knew what the souvenirs were. This question was shelved.

However, none of them expected that when the car drove out of a section of the tunnel and arrived at the destination in ten minutes, because of the heavy rain for days before, three or four people the size of human heads rolled down the hillside on the left. stone!

Qiao Jingming was still sitting in Jing Xinglan's co-pilot last second, talking to the other party while holding the phone.

In the next second, the piercing sound of brakes sounded.

His eyes went dark, and the heart in his chest almost jumped out of his throat. Qiao Jing subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the driver's seat, but he couldn't see his fingers around him, as if he had come to another world.

"...008?"

He called out to the system tentatively, but got no response.

I don't know how long it has passed, half asleep and half awake, a ray of light shines from the distant front.

There was a commotion in the ear, Qiao Jing thought in a daze, it was a bit like... the sound of students chattering and laughing in the corridors and classrooms after class in high school.

The eyelids of the black-haired young man lying on the table trembled slightly, and then he opened his eyes suddenly.

He saw a classroom.

A dozen or so boys wearing thick old-fashioned cotton-padded clothes sat around him, excitedly chatting loudly with their classmates. Their ages were not the same, some were only in their teens, and some seemed to have passed away. 26 seven.

The hairstyles they wear are not ion perms and Korean bangs that Qiao Jing often sees on the street, but the most common black hair that has not undergone any perm dyeing. Some people even comb it into a very stylish style The sense of age is divided into middle or thirty-seven points.

While Qiao Jing was in a daze for a while, some people came in from outside the classroom in twos and threes carrying old-fashioned cross-body bags, and everyone had bright smiles on their faces.

Qiao Jing lowered her head again and glanced at herself in a daze.

The body is also a thick cotton coat of a similar style.

...even with a mobile phone in his hand.

He pinched himself silently, and found that he could still feel the pain, so he shouldn't be dreaming.

"Joe Mirror!"

Accompanied by the shaking of the tables and chairs, a panting young man with red phoenix eyes rushed to his seat and sat down.

Qiao Jing obviously never knew this person before, but when he saw the slightly upturned narrow eyes of this person, a name automatically appeared in his mind.

"... Zhang Shuqi?"

"Wait, don't call me, let me take a breath first," the young man named Zhang Shuqi coughed, took a deep breath, then turned around suddenly, and grabbed Qiao Jing's wrist, "So listen Have you said it? That's great news!"

This was the first time that Qiao Jing was approached by someone he didn't know. The moment he was grabbed by the wrist, his body tensed up, and he couldn't help but stutter: "What, what news?"

"that is--"

"cough!"

A deliberately aggravated cough came from the door of the classroom, and the originally boiling classroom was suddenly quiet.

Several students who were about to jump onto the desks and chairs saw the person coming, and immediately jumped down in despair to do a good job on their seats. Zhang Shuqi swallowed the words that were about to blurt just now because of this episode, and the bright smile on his face Converged a lot.

Qiao Jing looked up at the man, who looked quite old, with a thin figure, wearing a black mandarin jacket, with a book under his arm, striding up to the podium, the whip behind his head still Draw a semicircle in midair.

If you put it in a TV series, you can tell that he is a rigid and strict old man just by looking at his face.

But after seeing his attire, Qiao Jing's heart sank suddenly.

What era did he... come to?

But soon, the old man with long braids answered his question with a hoarse voice mixed with excitement——

"Students!" he said excitedly, "The Paris Peace Conference will be held soon! We will attend the conference as the victorious nation!"

After the voice fell, all the students present cheered.

Zhang Shuqi blushed and clapped desperately to clap the table. Another boy had the guts to take advantage of this rare opportunity to whistle directly in front of his husband. The classroom became a sea of ​​joy for a while.

Qiao Jing was alone, sitting on the seat with a dull expression, out of tune with everyone around him.

Therefore, the old gentleman on the podium saw him at a glance.

"Qiao Jing," he frowned deeply, "Why do you have such an expression? Just say what you think."

He knocked on the table, obviously very dissatisfied with Qiao Jing's attitude.

Before Qiao Jing could figure out his current situation, he was suddenly called on, and everyone in the classroom focused on him—the dark-haired young man's face turned slightly pale, and his fingers on the table subconsciously twitched .

But he moved his lips a bit, and still mustered up the courage to speak out his thoughts:

"Sir, this meeting is ... not a good thing for us, I'm afraid."

Hearing this, the old man frowned even tighter, and the deep ravine seemed to be able to trap a fly to death.

He stared at Qiao Jing with a sharp gaze, but he did not immediately criticize this bold student, but asked in a deep voice: "Really? Then tell everyone, why did you say that?"

Qiao Jing was dumbfounded for a moment.

It's not that he can't tell the reason, but first, Qiao Jing doesn't know if he can reveal things about the future to these people from the past, and the second is... There are too many people staring at him here.

Therefore, faced with public doubts from this old man who was probably his teacher, Qiao Jing just pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

As time passed, faint discussions gradually sounded in the classroom. The black-haired young man lowered his head and slowly tightened his hands on his knees. Zhang Shuqi, who was beside him in a hurry, lowered his voice. Remind him vigorously: "Apologize to Mr. Hurry up! Do you still want to pass this class?"

But Qiao Jing still didn't speak.

He doesn't think he needs to apologize because he's telling the truth.

But Qiao Jing kept silent, which made Zuo Xiangting, who was seriously preparing to listen to his speech on the podium, gradually become impatient.

In fact, after hearing the news from the principal, he also had some concerns in his heart. He thought that this young man could say something extraordinary, but now it seems that he set his expectations too high.

"Hmph, waste of time!"

He flicked his sleeve vigorously, and put the book under his arm on the podium with a look of disappointment.

"Since there is nothing to say, let's go to class!"

Zhang Shuqi beside Qiao Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

He leaned over to Qiao Jing, and said with admiration: "I haven't seen you for a day, brother Qiao, did you eat a bear's heart and leopard's gall or something today, and dared to contradict the old man Zuo... Cough cough, it's Mr. Zuo!" ?”

From the corner of his eye, Zhang Shuqi noticed the cold gaze from the podium, and immediately sat upright and changed his words.

Qiao Jing let out a breath slowly, and the hands placed under the table finally relaxed.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the light red marks on his palm that had been dug out by his nails, his eyes were dazed, he didn't know what he was thinking.

After finally getting out of class, Zhang Shuqi asked him to go back to the dormitory together. The two of them were actually the only roommates—but just as Qiao Jing was slowly packing up his things, this girl suddenly pointed at Qiao Jing and kept holding her tightly. With the mobile phone in his hand, he asked curiously:

"By the way, what is this?"

Qiao Jing paused, then quickly stuffed the phone and books into the bag.

"A...foreign thing." He said vaguely.

It's not exactly a lie, either.

"Really?" Zhang Shuqi was obviously very interested in Qiao Jing's cell phone. If he read it correctly, it seemed that this thing was on before?

But Qiao Jing's expression showed that he was not very interested. Considering that he was called by Zuo Xiangting in class before, Zhang Shuqi finally decided to let his roommate generously.

The two walked side by side on the school path, and Qiao Jing kept looking around. Most of them were male students studying at school. Along the way, there were no female students, let alone younger female relatives.

As for the teacher's attire, it is much richer, and it also has many unique features of this era.

There are people who are as old-fashioned as Zuoxiangting, wear long braids and wear mandarin jackets, "Like an old zombie from the feudal dynasty" is Zhang Shuqi's original words;

What's more, they still have short hair, wear cotton-padded jackets or thick gowns and mandarin jackets, and three-piece suits and coats that are very elegant in modern times, and their hurried steps look like they are going to attend some meetings.

Compared with these people, Qiao Jing felt that her tailor-made tailoring at the suit shop was nothing - because they not only wore suits and ties, but also matched them with slim suit vests and a pair of clothes to show off their clothes. A "civilized stick" of his own identity.

Qiao Jing's new roommate is also a chatterbox, he doesn't want to say that he will always attract these familiar physiques, but for now, Zhang Shuqi's talking to himself has really helped him a lot.

Through his rambling along the way, Qiao Jing confirmed his guess:

This is indeed a parallel world that is quite similar to Huaguo a hundred years ago, but different.

At least he knew some of the things Zhang Shuqi said, but he was completely confused about some of them.

He knows the Beiyang government, what the hell is the Beining government?

There is also the name of their university, Jingluo University, which is foolishly indistinguishable from Peking University. Obviously Jingluo means the capital, and the two names have the same meaning at all!

As for history, Qiao Jing got full marks every time he took the test, and he didn't believe that he would remember it wrong.

After calming down, he finally remembered the "next task" that 008 said before, and he also had a rough guess about the reason why he came to this world - no need to ask, there must be 008's handwriting .

Although Qiao Jing has a lot of problems now, the most important thing now is to find out where the system is and...

Qiao Jing remembered the scene of the car braking suddenly at the exit of the tunnel, and couldn't help pursing his lips solemnly.

And, what is the situation at Jing Xinglan's side.

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(Sorry for taking up the content of the main text in this chapter, but I hope everyone will read Zuozhao.)