Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

Qiao Jing didn't know that there was such a deep meaning behind the task that Zuo Xiangting entrusted to him. After getting the book, he first went back and read it all for the first time, and he had a rough idea in his heart. end.

But still the same sentence, English grammar and rhetoric have changed to a certain extent in a hundred years, not to mention that what Qiao Jing wants to translate is still a textbook for freshmen, of course he can't mislead his students.

Therefore, he was basically busy with this matter all winter vacation. Not only did he throw aside the reminder letter sent by Xu Xiaoming, but he didn't even move the progress of the outline of the new article.

Until the end of the winter vacation, half a month after the start of the new semester...

Xu Xiaoming finally couldn't bear it anymore!

On Friday evening, before the newspaper closed, he received an ultimatum from editor-in-chief Xu Weixin:

The serialization of "Beggar" will end soon, and before that, Yan Heqing must give an accurate word!When is he going to hand in the manuscript?

Otherwise, do we want them to open a window for the next novel column?

Xu Xiaoming pursed his lips tightly, packed all the thick stacks of letters from readers on the table and put them in his bag, and then prepared to set off aggressively tomorrow morning to find someone at Jingluo University.

In any case, the manuscript and the person, he must see the same!

Because Yan Heqing has not written a new article for a long time, "Beggar" is now updated every Monday with a range of [-] to [-] words, but even so, it still caused a lot of repercussions among readers.

Many people wrote to the newspaper to speed up the serialization speed, preferably changing from weekly to every three days, or even daily; some people asked whether Yan Heqing was the real name of the author, and wanted to meet the author himself; Students studying abroad sent letters, saying that the novels they have serialized in these few issues are very exciting, and hope to continue to maintain this level, blah blah blah...

To be honest, even Qiao Jing himself never thought that this 2-word essay could be read by so many people.

That night, across the ocean.

At the cocktail party with rich clothes and shadows on the temples, a young man with brown hair and blue eyes was holding champagne, and was walking up to a lady with a smile, wanting to invite her to dance in the center of the dance floor, when suddenly someone grabbed his shoulders and directly Drag it to the corner of the hall.

"Hey, Jing, what are you doing!" he yelled with dissatisfaction.

Standing opposite him, the young man from Huaguo wearing a black suit was exactly Jing Xinglan who had traveled to this world with Qiao Jing.

His identity here is the young master of a big family who has studied abroad. Although his status is prominent, Jing Xinglan has long held back his resentment for the fact that he and Qiao Jing have changed from living next to each other to being separated by thousands of miles.

The point is that in this era, even land transportation is not very convenient, let alone cross-border travel.So even though Jing Xinglan wanted to return to China immediately after crossing, his studies, seniors in the country and current objective conditions did not allow him to go back.

——Until some time ago, he saw a copy of "Dongfang Beijing News" from an international student who came to the school for exchange.

At that time, Jing Xinglan was standing on the campus, staring at the three words "Yan Heqing" on the newspaper for a long time in a daze, until the international student couldn't help reminding him that he was going to be late for class, Jing Xinglan reluctantly Come to yourself.

Without hesitation, he bought the newspaper from foreign students at a high price.

Who would have thought that even Jing Xinglan's hands were trembling slightly when she took out the money.

While thinking about these things, he firmly said to the brown-haired and blue-eyed aristocratic youth, "David, I want to go back to my country."

"Ah? Why are you bringing this up again?" David is his best friend in school. His father is an internationally renowned shipbuilding tycoon. Obviously, this is not the first time he has heard Jing Xinglan mention returning to China. "Didn't I tell you that it's hard to buy a ferry ticket to Huaguo now, and if you really go back, what are you going to do with your studies at Cambridge?"

"Last semester, I already applied to the professor for early graduation, and I have already passed the defense of the thesis," Jing Xinglan said, "I can get my graduation certificate tomorrow. And you always said that the ticket is hard to buy, but I Go to the pier, the boatman over there has said that there will be a ship bound for China at the beginning of next month."

"Are you crazy?" David frowned fiercely, "The people on that ship are all Chinese laborers! Sorry, I don't look down on them, but Jing, you know, no matter which country it is, relying on people like this It is very dangerous for men at the bottom of the society who work hard to make money to get together. Especially on a long sea trip, no one knows what will happen.”

He shook the champagne in his hand, and said puzzledly: "Didn't I tell you before, by the end of spring, my family will have a cruise ship bound for Huaguo, when I say hello to my father, I can give you a Wouldn't it be nice to sleep comfortably all the way to the destination in the presidential suite?"

Jing Xinglan shook her head.

"I can't wait," he sighed.

Every day he stayed here, even though he had no worries about food and clothing, and even the money from his family was enough for him to live a life of spending money in a foreign country a hundred years ago, Jing Xinglan still didn't feel nostalgia at all.

Because the person who really worried him was still thousands of miles away, waiting for him to come back in the homeland that had been ravaged by bullying and war.

David looked at him thoughtfully for a while, and suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment.

"I understand!"

He opened his eyes wide. The only son of the shipbuilding tycoon seems to be handsome and knowledgeable, but only Jing Xinglan, who has the best relationship with him, knows that David is essentially a young man raised too naive and straightforward. , but this is also the reason why they became friends, "Jing, is the girl you like in Huaguo?"

David winked at him teasingly.

Seeing that Jing Xinglan just pursed his lips, but did not immediately deny him, the hardcore Shakespeare drama fan let out a long, envious sigh, and his blue eyes were full of sincerity. Blessings and touches of love——

"When you get married, you must notify me!"

He patted Jing Xinglan's shoulder hard: "It's just right, I haven't been to Huaguo yet. But remember to tell me in advance what kind of jewelry that girl likes. A captain under my father's hand recently A shipwreck has just been salvaged from the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, and the boxes inside are filled with precious gemstones of various colors. At that time, I will definitely ask the craftsmen to create the most beautiful necklace for the bride!"

Hearing what my friend said, even though Jing Xinglan had already flown to the other side of the ocean with all her heart, she couldn't help but bend her eyebrows and reveal a faint smile.

He casually picked up a glass of wine from the long table at the reception, and lightly touched the champagne in David's hand with a goblet.

"Thank you for your sincerity," he hooked his lips, "but he's not a girl."

David: "..."

David: "What????"

It's dawn.

Qiao Jing didn't know that it was only a one-night effort, and his biggest goal of writing "Beggar" had already been achieved. In fact, he was standing at the gate of Jingluo University, and was arrested by Xu Xiaoming who came to press for the manuscript early in the morning. It's right.

Originally, Jingluo University was so big, even if Xu Weixin wanted to find someone, it would take at least half a day, but today's incident was such a coincidence, at that time Qiao Jing was going to look at the house outside the school, and the intermediary was waiting there At the school gate, as soon as we met, I asked him: "Are you Mr. Qiao Jingqiao?"

Qiao Jing nodded.

... Then he was caught by Xu Xiaoming who had just entered the school.

"Mr. Qiao," fortunately he still remembered Xu Weixin's instructions firmly, and did not reveal Qiao Jing's pseudonym in public, "I am Xu Xiaoming, the one who wrote to you every week before—look, we Do you want to sit and chat in the nearby teahouse?"

In this case, house inspections are definitely out of the question.

Qiao Jing could only make an appointment with the agency at another time, but he didn't agree to go to the teahouse because there were too many people there. Finally, the two sat down in a secluded small pavilion on campus and began to discuss the manuscript.

"Mr. Qiao," Xu Xiaoming could already see that Qiao Jing must be younger than him, but because Xu Weixin said before that he must respect Yan Heqing's attitude, he still politely used the honorific, "Your masterpiece The serialization of "Beggar" in the newspaper received a good response, and the newspaper office basically receives letters from readers every day, and I sorted them out for you, so you can take them home and read them slowly."

He emptied the letters from his backpack and piled them up on the stone bench.

Qiao Jing rolled her eyes, then nodded her thanks and said, "Thank you, Editor Xu is interested."

He really wanted to know readers' opinions, because this was Qiao Jing's first time writing a novel with pen and paper, and it was a short story with only more than 2 words and the content tended to be more traditional literature.

To be honest, Qiao Jing had no idea whether his words would be accepted by the readers here.

In this era, although the mountains and rivers are broken and the country is in turmoil, there are rumors among the people that a war is about to happen, causing panic throughout the north, but it is undeniable that this is also an era in which literary masters and heroes are born in large numbers.

The professors at Jingluo University alone basically have a brilliant and jaw-dropping life history. If they are placed in a hundred years, they will definitely be at the level of textbooks for every one of them.

"So," Xu Xiaoming coughed to call Qiao Jing's attention back, and his tone was a little more emphatic, "Mr. Qiao, it has been almost two months since you last submitted an article to the newspaper. It will be published in the newspapers on Monday, so..."

Hearing what he said, Qiao Jing suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

"So, for such a long time, you should have saved a lot of manuscripts, right?"

Xu Xiaoming asked expectantly.

This young editor is still too naive. Even with the advice of his elders, he is far from understanding how dangerous the human heart can be in this world.He didn't seem to realize at all what it meant that he wrote so many letters to Qiao Jing but the other party basically didn't reply. Instead, he sincerely believed that he would definitely not return without success this time.

Qiao Jing: "..."

A gust of cold wind blew through the pavilion, rolling up a few withered and yellow leaves.

Cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.