Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

In the blink of an eye, it is midsummer.

The current situation is tense, and even the scorching sun can't remove the haze in people's hearts.The footsteps of passers-by on the road were hurried, the expressions on their faces became more and more dignified and numb, and even the atmosphere in the campus became more and more silent and serious.

Many students in the same class as Qiao Jing applied for early graduation like him, and some even dropped out of school directly due to family reasons.Seeing that the classroom becomes empty day by day, even the professors can't help but sigh in class.

"Including you, there are [-] students who applied for early graduation this year, and you are the one with the best grades." After class, Zuo Xiangting stopped Qiao Jing. The student representatives from all over the world will speak at the graduation ceremony together, and there are still a few weeks to go, so remember to prepare in advance.”

Qiao Jing was stunned on the spot.

"Graduation ceremony...speech?" He murmured, with a difficult tone, "Sir, I'm really doing this—"

"Don't tell me you can't do it," Zuo Xiangting seemed to know what he wanted to say, his face darkened, and he snapped, "You will graduate in less than a month. Don't you know what that means? You won't be a student any more!"

He said coldly: "Since you have chosen the path of writing, you will inevitably have to deal with those big figures in the future. Do you think that the current society will allow you to hide in the room alone and write about you without hearing what is going on outside the window?" Your own things? Dreaming. You know, President Wen and I can't protect you for the rest of your life!"

Qiao Jing moved her lips, but didn't know what to say for a while.

"I don't know what your plans are for the future," Zuo Xiangting continued, "but whether you are in politics or just in the literary world, you must learn to express yourself and win more supporters and bargaining chips for yourself. Otherwise, in the future What is waiting for you will either be lost to everyone, or be misunderstood and used by others, and you will be forced to die in the end."

After a pause, he continued: "To tell you the truth, I originally suggested to Principal Wen that with your temperament, the graduation ceremony could be attended by someone else, but he firmly opposed it."

Qiao Jing did not expect this.

According to the principal's usual gentle attitude towards him, Qiao Jing originally thought that Zuo Xiangting was urging him to speak up, but it was actually Wen Chunqiu who proposed this time.

"……why?"

"Because you were still a student of Jingluo University before you graduated," Zuo Xiangting withdrew his gaze, looked out the window and said indifferently, "now that more and more people in the government know your identity, it is impossible to keep Keep it a secret. Instead of doing this, it's better to stand up and tell the whole world that you are Yan Heqing."

After hearing this, Qiao Jing finally understood.

Wen Chunqiu wanted to take advantage of this graduation ceremony to set up a stage for him and give him a final ride.

If he is really an ordinary student living in this era, with this help, he will surely have a bright future after graduation.

"gentlemen……"

He couldn't say any more words of rejection.

Looking at Zuo Xiangting's calm and old eyes, the black-haired young man finally nodded slowly and agreed.

However, knowing and doing are two different things.

Although Qiao Jing agreed to speak on stage, based on his understanding of himself, he can predict what kind of car accident scene will be like with a strand of hair.Although he had written his speech early and memorized it fluently, but when he got on stage, Qiao Jing estimated that he would forget all about it in a second, and then waited for the people standing on the stage and below to stare blankly.

Just imagining such a terrifying scene made him feel like he couldn't breathe.

In desperation, Qiao Jing could only turn to Jing Xinglan, who knew him best, for help.

"This..." Jing Xinglan also found it a little difficult to deal with. After all, he has never been troubled by this before. He is the president of the Standard Club who can even sing passionately on stage during the company's annual meeting. The audience in the audience all imagined as pumpkins?"

He tentatively offered a suggestion.

Qiao Jing said expressionlessly: "I'm afraid that after I take the stage, I only wish I could be a pumpkin."

Jing Xinglan: "..."

Just when the two were at a loss, 008 next to him suddenly said: "You can go to the virtual world to simulate the scene of the graduation ceremony first, it will be fine if you get used to it."

This is indeed a good way.

So, that night.

In the virtual world, Qiao Jing was wearing a black school uniform, standing on the podium in the school auditorium, looking pale and eye-to-eye with the quiet audience below.

Countless pairs of eyes were fixed on him, and as expected, Qiao Jing's brain was formatted in a second.

Not to mention the content of the speech, he almost forgot that he was in the virtual world now, and the cold sweat on his back instantly soaked through his clothes.

Jing Xinglan sat in the first row, looking at him helplessly: "Don't be too nervous, the audience won't react like this when you're on stage, you don't have to think too hard about them."

Only then did Qiao Jing regain her senses, and closed her eyes forcefully, the audience in front of her disappeared immediately.

Jing Xinglan also sat down on the ground with a plop.

"No," the man got up from the ground dumbfoundingly, "The next time you do it again, can you tell me in advance?"

Qiao Jing looked away and coughed awkwardly: "Sorry, I forgot."

Because of this little episode, Qiao Jing was obviously not as nervous as before at the beginning of the second round.

— but only in relative terms.

"Everyone, teachers, fellow students, everyone, go up... go up..."

The black-haired young man put his hands behind his back, stammering and reciting the manuscript, his eyes didn't dare to look down at all, he could only stare straight at the ceiling of the auditorium.After a long time, Jing Xinglan below had the illusion that Qiao Jing was rolling his eyes at him.

"Well," after hearing Qiao Jing say "good morning" more than 20 times, the man couldn't take it anymore, "Why don't you just watch me talk. Quandang is the only two of us in the auditorium. Sample?"

Qiao Jing took a deep breath and tried to focus his gaze on him.

This time it seems to have some effect, but still not much effect.

After practicing over and over again for countless times, Jing Xinglan rubbed her brows with a headache when she saw Qiao Jing who was still stuck on stage without saying a few words. Naturally once.

Qiao Jing was also a little discouraged.

In the end, he simply sat cross-legged on the stage, and said to himself with a low expression, "Let's go to Principal Wen tomorrow."

I promised so easily before, but I forgot that social fear is not so easy to overcome.Qiao Jing understood Wen Chunqiu's painstaking efforts towards him, but he had no choice but to fail more than a dozen times in a row.

Muster up the courage to speak in public... he probably won't be able to do it in his life.

Qiao Jing thought silently in her heart, and just wanted to raise her head to tell Jing Xinglan her plan, but when she saw the man's appearance, she was choked by him all of a sudden, and coughed desperately uncontrollably.

He opened his eyes wide and asked dumbfoundedly, "What are you doing?"

"Ok?"

The big pumpkin in front of him, ah no, it was Jing Xinglan who was wearing a pumpkin suit, jumped up in place quite complacently, and proudly showed off to him: "How is it, do you feel better like this? Don't be nervous anymore. Bar?"

Qiao Jing: "..."

"puff."

He couldn't help letting out a laugh.

But as Jing Xinglan said, after seeing this pumpkin, Qiao Jing couldn't be nervous even if he wanted to.

Jing Xinglan staggered to the edge of the stage, stretched out a short hand from the pumpkin suit, and tried to rub his head: "Let's do it again, there are still a few weeks before the graduation ceremony, and we still have a few weeks to go." There is plenty of time."

Qiao Jing sat on the stage, just at eye level with the men in the audience.

Jing Xinglan originally thought that he would at least show a little touch, and was planning to take advantage of the victory to pursue it. Unexpectedly, Qiao Jing was silent for a moment, and looked at him seriously and asked, "You pumpkin, are you from Plants vs. Zombies?" ?”

The draft that Jing Xinglan had just typed up suddenly died in her womb.

He sighed, thinking how could there be such a wood as Qiao Jing in the world, but in the end even the man himself couldn't help laughing.

"Yeah, you found out."

Graduation day.

Early in the morning, the auditorium was overcrowded.

After all, the name of Jingluo University is here. As one of the top institutions of higher learning in the country, in addition to this year's graduates, there are also invited celebrities from all walks of life and reporters from some news newspapers present.

But looking around, the man in the black suit and gray tie sitting in the first row is the most eye-catching.

He was Jing Li, the eldest son of Jing who came to give Jing Xinglan and the others gifts on New Year's Eve.

Jing Li looked around, but couldn't find Jing Xinglan's figure, so he couldn't help frowning in doubt.

The ceremony is about to begin, who?

However, until Wen Chunqiu gave a speech on stage, Jing Li did not see Jing Xinglan appear in the auditorium.

"...May you all realize your ambitions. No matter what, your alma mater will always be here, waiting for you to come back." Wen Chunqiu ended his speech with a simple sentence, "That's all I want to say, next I invite the graduate representatives to speak."

Amid warm applause, senior graduate representatives stepped onto the podium.

The seat next to Jing Li was still empty. He took out his pocket watch from his pocket and took a look. It was almost 10 minutes since the ceremony started, and Jing Xinglan still hadn't come.

This is a bit interesting.

You know, before the ceremony started, Jing Li made a special trip to the backstage of the auditorium and chatted with Qiao Jing who was silently sitting in the corner.

Although the black-haired young man only responded with a simple "hmm" or shook his head, Jing Li had known his character for a long time, so he was not angry, but was more and more curious about how his second brother usually gets along with this man. , and, how did they come together?

Just as he was thinking, the applause woke Jing Li from his contemplation, and the speech of the student on the stage ended.

"Finally, please invite Qiao, the graduate representative in advance, to speak for us."

After the host finished speaking, a thin young man in a black tunic came out slowly from the backstage.

Under the gaze of everyone, he stood still behind the podium, took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and his expression was nervous.

"Everyone, teachers, students, and guests, good morning," he managed to finish the first sentence, "I..."

As Qiao Jing spoke, his eyes couldn't help meeting the audience in the audience.

In an instant, his mind went blank again.

He opened his mouth, his voice gradually trembling: "I..."

Slight discussions began to appear in the surrounding area, Wen Chunqiu sighed, thinking that it really is not enough.

Just as he was about to get up to save Qiao Jing, suddenly, the door of the auditorium was pushed open from the outside.

Qiao Jing suddenly looked up.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, Jing Xinglan, who was wearing a black suit and a gray gentleman's hat, strode in from the entrance of the auditorium.

He seemed unaware that he was the focus of the audience. After looking around, he sat down next to Jing Li, who had an indescribable expression, and even greeted him briefly.

In fact, his dress is no different from the others present, but...

"Second brother," Jing Li's mouth twitched as he looked at the spinning windmill tied to his hat, "what are you doing?"

Jing Xinglan: "Recover your childlike innocence."

Jing Li: "..."

He silently moved his body to the side, and for the first time in his life, he experienced the feeling of family misfortune.

Jing Xinglan didn't care about the inner thoughts of this cheap big brother at all. The man just raised his head as usual under the strange eyes of everyone, and said to Qiao Jing on the podium: "I'm late, I'm sorry. Classmate, you continue .”

Qiao Jing's clenched fists slowly relaxed.

He looked at the small windmill that was still spinning on Jing Xinglan's head, pursed his thin lips tightly, and then slowly revealed a smile:

"...No, it's not too late."