Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

Back in the dormitory, Zhang Shuqi threw away the bag and fell on the lower bunk bed.

Qiao Jing noticed that the area of ​​this dormitory was very small, and the beds were all wooden old-fashioned bunk beds. The wall paint was already a little mottled, and I don't know if it was because of the age or simply poor quality.

"Qiao Jing, what do you think I should do?" Zhang Shuqi didn't notice that the other person in the dormitory hadn't made a sound for a long time. He buried his face in the pillow, and his voice was very sullen, "My family will move soon. I went to the south, because my family said that there would be chaos in the north soon... But I don’t want to leave, I haven’t graduated yet, and in this day and age, tell me where is the chaos?”

Qiao Jing put down his things and sat quietly on the only chair in the room, speechless for a moment.

Because he didn't know the specific situation of Zhang Shuqi's family, and Qiao Jing felt that this sentence was right.

He is very eager to find 008 now because Qiao Jing is too familiar with history and knows too well what will happen in this land next.Even though he knew they won in the end, the process was so tragic that Qiao Jing didn't think his heart was strong enough to witness all of this.

He just wants to go home and stay in his clean and warm little home. The biggest worry every day is dealing with Jing Xinglan who comes to visit from time to time, and writing the stories he wants to write.

If you are really bored at home, or have no inspiration, you can go to the city center in the dead of night and take a look at the lives of other ordinary people in the city.

That's it.

"Then you..." After a long silence, Qiao Jing felt that he should say a few words politely, after all, there were only the two of them in this dormitory, "Have you talked to your family about your thoughts?"

"I've said it," Zhang Shuqi got up with a sad face, "so my family won't give me any money during this time. Brother Zeng and the others invited me to dance and play cards yesterday, but I turned them down."

He punched the bed with a heartbroken fist: "But they don't think about it, am I, Zhang Shuqi, the kind of person who bows his head because of power and money? Isn't it just that he can't play cards, a man, I would rather die than surrender!"

Qiao Jing: "..."

After working on it for a long time, it turns out that what really confuses you is playing cards.

He sighed and stood up from his chair.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Shuqi poked his head out from the upper bunk, staring at him curiously and asked.

"Buy a newspaper." Qiao Jing said lightly.

Now I don't know where 008 is. He called out in his heart many times just now but there is no answer, so he can only settle down as soon as it comes, and make preparations for staying in this era for a long time.

"Oh...then you can go to the library to have a look," Zhang Shuqi didn't feel surprised, after all, newspapers are indeed indispensable for people in this era, "But there are all old newspapers there, you should go to the street for new ones buy it."

Qiao Jing had already dug out the money from the drawer. He glanced at it, and found banknotes, copper plates, and some silver dollars that he didn't recognize. This is probably one of the differences in the parallel world.

Hearing Zhang Shuqi's words, he nodded silently, took out all the textbooks in the satchel, took some money, and walked out of the dormitory with the bag on his back.

It's winter here, and the street is cold and windy, but it's the same as what Qiao Jing saw on campus before, because of the Paris Peace Conference, everyone's face is full of joy, and there are people on the street Firecrackers were set off to celebrate, and the crackling sound was as lively as the New Year.

Qiao Jing walked all the way, the road under his feet was fairly flat, but there were basically no tall buildings with more than three floors, all of them were bungalows.The environment is a bit like the suburban areas of modern society, only more dilapidated and desolate.

The closer to the city center, the more modern the surrounding buildings look.

When old-fashioned street lamps and brand-new small bungalows began to appear in his field of vision, Qiao Jing knew that his destination had arrived.

The inner city is another world. Although there are still many beggars in scanty clothes huddled in the streets and alleys, all kinds of shops are still thriving.The rickshaw driver took the young ladies and wives of the rich family all the way through the streets, and a group of people watched the street performances, cheering enthusiastically from time to time, and vendors selling candied haws, wontons, and bean curd. , the familiar hawker tone made him suddenly return to his childhood.

Smelling the strong aroma of pancakes in the air, Qiao Jing's expression finally relaxed a little.

Standing in the endless stream of people on the street, he looked at the newspaper staff not far away who were busy hanging red lanterns at the door, took a deep breath, and was about to lift his feet to walk there when suddenly his body was thrown from the Hit hard from behind.

Fortunately, Qiao Jing reacted quickly and grabbed the corner of the man's clothes with his backhand: "What are you doing!?"

In the crowd, the two quickly glanced at each other.

Seeing that he couldn't make a move, the thief cursed in a low voice, and immediately let go. Before Qiao Jing could say another word, he quickly disappeared into the crowd of people.

The action is fast, and you can tell that you are a veteran at a glance.

Qiao Jing clutched her bag tightly, took a few breaths, and looked in the direction of his escape in shock.The satchel had been cut wide with a sharp weapon, but luckily the money inside hadn't been stolen yet.

The vegetable vendor wearing a gray cloth jacket next to him said to him in a Beijing accent: "Student, don't rub the fire, this little beggar is oily, you can't beat him!"

Qiao Jing stood still for a while, and then came back to his senses.

He is in a bit of a complicated mood now, not because he is angry, but because he thinks of the thief's face that he glanced at just now, his face is still very immature, his clothes are tattered and dusty, his limbs are as thin as a monkey... Visual inspection Should be no older than 14.

In modern times, he was just at the age of junior high school.

But he also reflected on himself. He was dressed as a student, and he looked around when he went to the street. He knew it was a fat sheep.

This era is no different than a hundred years later, not to mention thieves, murder and arson are not uncommon, even in big cities, there are probably a lot of those shady activities.

He bought a few copies of today's newspaper from a newspaper boy on the street, and quickly glanced at the headlines. Apart from some political events, Qiao Jing was most interested in the serialized vernacular novels on it.

Compared with modern web novels, these vernacular novels inherit more of the color of long chapter novels and romance novels at the end of feudal society, and many of them are adapted from events that happened in real society, and some of the author's own interjections are even mixed in. , just like a storyteller, it can be regarded as a relatively long transition period between the two.

And Qiao Jing can clearly see that not only the subject matter of literature, but also the way writers use words is undergoing tremendous changes——

He had only turned two pages, and he had already seen no less than three articles of verbal confrontation between the two schools of vernacular Chinese and classical Chinese.

Although Qiao Jing can't write classical Chinese, as a writer who traveled from modern times, there is no doubt that he is definitely on the side of vernacular supporters.

It's just that he is a modern person, and he seems to be less radical than the vernacular supporters of this era.

Not only did they publish their own articles in newspapers, demanding the immediate abolition of all ancient Chinese characters, but they also said that Chinese characters should be abolished, and that English letters or Latin should be used as writing methods—this point, Qiao Jing really disagrees with.

He flipped through four or five newspapers, and finally found what he wanted on the sixth page of "Dongfang Beijing News"——

Call for papers about short stories.

The person who wrote this call for papers is none other than the editor-in-chief of "Dongfang Beijing News", Xu Weixin.

Just looking at the name, one can tell that this person must be a die-hard supporter of vernacular Chinese.

But then again, Qiao Jing frowned slightly. Where did he seem to have read the name "Dongfang Beijing News"?

He blinked his eyes, turned his head and looked in the direction of the newspaper office he had seen before, and the big-character signs of "Dongfang Beijing News" happened to come into view.

... What a coincidence.

Qiao Jing hesitated for a moment, watching the people coming and going at the door of the newspaper office, she didn't dare to ask directly.

I'd better wait until I finish writing it before submitting it, he thought silently.

On the way back, Qiao Jing bought two steamed buns for dinner and ate them all the way back to school.The unpolluted sky was reddened by the setting sun, and the sunset was like blood. He walked alone on the edge of the river embankment, looking at the sparkling water, feeling a little lost for a while.

"Meow~"

A faint cat meow brought Qiao Jing's mind back from his memories, he turned his head following the sound, and saw 008 squatting on the lawn with guilty conscience written all over his face.

"Explain it."

Qiao Jing was indeed a little angry at first, but for some reason, a walk on the street made him unexpectedly calm down a lot.

And the reason why 008 brought him to this era, in the final analysis, is because he wanted to save Qiao Jing.

Although Qiao Jing didn't know if those falling rocks had actually hit the car, even if it was just the front of the car or the tires, the whole car might have to be scrapped.

That's on the highway!

Therefore, he just asked 008 in a very calm tone: "I have a lot of questions, and you answer them one by one. First, did I bring my body with me when I crossed? Second, if not, I am in modern times. What about his body? Third, Jing Xinglan was still driving on the highway at the time, is he okay?"

The little black cat lowered its head and said in a soft voice: "I... I didn't mean it either. Your current body is only 20 years old. Your identity and the laws of time and space in the past have been set up for you. You don't have parents or family members. Don't worry about revealing your secrets, the memories of the people around you have been modified."

"As for the modern day, I used the reputation point to suspend time. No matter how long you live in this era, you will still be at that point in time after you go back. I originally planned to turn the time back for 3 minutes, but the energy—that is, the reputation point Not enough, I can only send you here first, and make plans later.”

Qiao Jing frowned and said, "That is to say, I still need to earn reputation points in this world? How much do I need to earn to meet the requirement of turning back time?"

008 whispered: "At least 1000 million points."

Qiao Jing was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Alright then. Since you said that, where is Jing Xinglan now?"

008 cried with a cat face: "The situation was too urgent at that time, I only had time to send you here, the rest of the patches were made by the law of time and space, and I don't know the specific details."

Qiao Jing: "..."

Sure enough, he thought blankly, expecting 008 to be reliable, it is better to expect sows to climb trees.

"I don't remember that I promised you to continue to complete the task." Qiao Jing rubbed his temples and said with a headache.

"I'm sorry," the little black cat lowered its head, and said with guilt on its face, "but about this, I actually asked you before, and you agreed..."

Qiao Jing was silent for a moment, and finally remembered when 008 asked himself.

At that time in the virtual space, his mind was full of the ending of "Song of the Earth", who could care about what someone said next to him?

"Forget it," he sighed, "the last question: Since this body is not my own, what's the matter with the phone?"

Before Qiao Jing set off this morning, he fully charged his phone. After crossing, he tried to make a few calls to Jing Xinglan, but he also knew that in this era, there is no signal base station, so how could the phone be connected.

In the end, he had no choice but to turn off his phone first. Even if he couldn't make calls online, after all, it was a product of technology from a hundred years later, and it might come in handy at some point.

008 whispered: "Well, that is a bug that occurred during the time travel."

Qiao Jing said sincerely: "I think your headquarters can go bankrupt, really."

008: ...QAQ

Seeing the little black cat looking like she was about to cry, Qiao Jing sighed again, her heart softened after all.

The black-haired young man squatted down, staring at it with dark eyes without blinking: "Actually, I know that you did all this to save us."

He pursed his lips and said solemnly:

"Thank you."

The little black cat who was about to fall into autism looked up instantly!

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! !

Qiao Jing: "Although you often do not work properly, eat a lot, and always snore when you sleep..."

He lowered his head and watched the little black cat in his arms wilt again, looking up at himself with two big tears in his eyes, he reached out his hand and stroked its fluffy little head.

"However, who made you my cat?"

Like every time I went out for a walk before, the little black cat lay on Qiao Jing's shoulder, one person and one cat walked slowly forward along the river bank in the twilight.

Qiao Jing's first day in this era passed so peacefully.