Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

After that day, Qiao Jing stayed at home safely for a while.

He seems to have returned to the mode of self-study at home with Qiao Jing before he went to middle school. Every morning he starts to help the aunt who cleans the house, takes advantage of the sun to carry the quilt to the yard to dry, and teases him to sleep in the sun 008, rushing to wash the dishes after every meal.

But if Qiao Jing were to sum up his behavior in one sentence, it would be like a student who failed the final exam and could only work hard at home by doing housework during the holidays.

After all, he couldn't really be angry with Qiao Jing, but there was still something different after all.

Yan Zhi went to her class as usual, no matter how Qiao Jing tried to please her, she would often go to the street to buy fruit and snacks for her, and she was not moved by it at all, completely treating Qiao Jing as a transparent person at home.

Qiao Jing even wished for a big quarrel between the two, but Yan Zhi ignored him at all.

Even if he was fighting against himself all day long like before, he thought with a wry smile, it would be better than the feeling of being treated as air now.

He had no choice but to ask Qiao Jing and Jing Xinglan for help in the end, asking them what they could do to calm Yan Zhi.

Jing Xinglan said truthfully: "If you don't go, then she will definitely talk to you."

Qiao Jing's eyes widened: "How could I be a deserter?"

"You are not yet 16 years old, no one in the world would call a child a soldier," Qiao Jing who was sitting on the side suddenly said, "Now the summoning order has not yet been issued, you can choose other paths, and you can still serve the country. If There are many different ways to become a general."

But Qiao Jing just shook his head.

"I don't want to be a general now," the boy's eyes sparkled, his face full of longing and high-spirited arrogance, "How handsome the pilot is! Blue genius is where I belong!"

Qiao Jing tightly closed his mouth.

He felt as if he had skipped the stage of getting married and having children now, and had a rebellious adolescent son ten years in advance.

Tired.

So, he turned his gaze to Jing Xinglan, and silently signaled him with his gaze: Come here.

Jing Xinglan sighed, and responded silently: The child is old, how can I persuade him?I can't help it either.

Qiao Jing frowned slightly: Are you really persuading me seriously?

Jing Xinglan looked sincere: Of course!

Qiao Jing watched the two of them playing charades in front of his face in silence, and had to interrupt with a cough: "Well, let's go to class first."

During this time, Qiao Jing would spare an hour or two every night to give Qiao Jing a class.

As for the content of the course, of course, it is no longer the Chinese that counts, but military textbooks such as "Sun Tzu's Art of War" and "On War". All kinds of classic battles have been remodeled, all of which were given to him in one go.

Facts have proved that Qiao Jing's academic level is not very good, but he does have extraordinary talents in military strategy.

In order to facilitate Qiao Jing's teaching, Jing Xinglan specially made a small sand table with sand and put it at home. I don't know, I guess they thought they held battle meetings in the study every night.

In order to make the teaching process not so boring, Qiao Jing often tells some imaginative stories after finishing the theoretical part.Whenever at this time, Yan Zhi, who had been in a cold war with Qiao Jing, would silently move a small bench and sit down, and listen to him tell stories with Qiao Jing.

This is also the only time during the day when the two can get along peacefully.

Midsummer passed by in a flash.

As the weather gradually turned cooler, on the day when the beginning of autumn came, the big rock that had been hanging in the hearts of several people finally settled.

"I'm leaving, so don't be angry with me," Qiao Jing put the packed backpack on the sofa in the living room, turned around and saw Yan Zhi's long, stinky face, and couldn't help rubbing her face Rubbing his nose, he said helplessly, "Girls will become ugly if they are always angry."

Yanzhi snorted coldly, but finally agreed to talk to him, but her tone was still very rude: "I'm ugly or not, what's your business?"

"Of course it's none of my business." Qiao Jing muttered in a low voice.

Yan Zhi didn't hear clearly, and thought he was secretly speaking ill of herself, so she immediately raised her eyebrows: "What did you say?"

"No, nothing."

Qiao Jing immediately stood at attention and saluted her with a smile, but before Yan Zhi couldn't help but whip him, she suddenly took the initiative to approach the girl, which really shocked Yan Zhi, and she stuttered: "You , what are you doing?"

The distance between them was too close, she subconsciously leaned her body back, and the braid tied behind her head dangled in mid-air.Qiao Jing was very happy to see that she was still wearing the red ribbon he gave her today, and in a moment of excitement, he kissed the pale pink scar on the girl's cheek.

The two looked at each other, stunned.

In the next second, Qiao Jing jumped up like his butt was on fire.

With a blushing face and twinkling eyes, he ran to Jing Xinglan and Qiao Jing who came downstairs to bid farewell, and said loudly: "Sir, Shigong, I'm leaving! Take care! Also, remember to watch for me." This girl, don't let any cabbage be overwhelmed by her!"

Yan Zhi was trembling with anger: "Qiao Jing, you deserve a beating, don't you!"

Qiao Jing laughed loudly, flexibly bent over to avoid the apple she threw, picked up the backpack on the sofa, and ran into the yard in three steps at a time, backing up and hitting several people hard Son waved.

An open military vehicle was parked at the door, and with the sound of the engine going away, the boy shouted at Rouge from a distance:

"When I come back after winning the battle, I will—marry you—"

Qiao Jing quickly blocked Rouge's ears, in exchange for a strange look in their eyes.

"Sir, what are you doing?" Rouge asked puzzled.

"This is the flag," Qiao Jing said seriously, "You must not listen."

rouge:"…………"

but……

Qiao Jing frowned: "You kid, Qiao Jing, actually likes rouge?"

He turned his head and asked Jing Xinglan: "Do you know about this?"

Jing Xinglan nodded silently.

Qiao Jing stared at Rouge again: "You know that too?"

Rouge blushed slightly, remained silent for a while, then nodded slightly.

Even 008, who was in her arms, silently raised his paw, expressing that he already knew about it.

Qiao Jing opened her eyes wide, showing a bewildered expression: "So, I'm the only one in the whole family kept in the dark? Why has no one told me?"

Jing Xinglan coughed and had to tell him the truth tactfully: "Actually, we all discovered it by ourselves. Qiao Jing's performance is really obvious."

Qiao Jing looked at him eye to eye.

"...Where is it obvious?"

Rouge sighed heavily, and looked sympathetically at the helpless Jing Xinglan.

But I have to say that due to Qiao Jing's unexpected reaction, this parting did not make her feel too sad.Only occasionally when sitting alone in the room and braiding her hair in front of the mirror, Yan Zhi would still stare blankly at the red-headed rope, and her hair would be blank for a while.

When she came back to her senses, she was annoyed that she was worthless, and in the end she simply threw the hair rope into the deepest part of the drawer.

The time after graduation seemed to speed up several times. Qiao Jing stayed at home for too long, and when he went to the street to buy manuscript paper, he realized that it was only a blink of an eye, and the New Year was coming soon.

But this year, the streets are busier than ever.

A large number of shops were closed, and the red lanterns and Spring Festival couplets that used to decorate the facades of every household were basically gone.The domestic war situation is anxious, people are panic everywhere, the price of goods has soared to the point that an ordinary person can hardly bear it, the number of homeless children on the street is increasing, and people's mental outlook is showing a sense of numbness and decadence.

All of this eventually led to the lifelessness in the city, without the slightest atmosphere of New Year's Eve.

The only one that is still lively is probably the opera garden in the east of the city.

The famous actor Cheng Yarong held a charity performance there, saying that all the funds raised would be donated to build fighter jets for the country.Cheng Yarong is now a well-deserved number one actress in China, her performances are basically sold out, and her new plays are even more popular.

Therefore, even if many movie fans tighten their belts and save money, they must support him, not to mention that this is a charity performance.

But Qiao Jing had already heard about this one.

After all, when he and Zhang Shuqi were roommates, this person kept talking about Cheng Jiaoer in his ears, Cheng Yarong was the first man who could make playboys like Zhang Shuqi never forget up.

Qiao Jing had never been to an opera garden, and he was not very interested in listening to operas, but because Qiao Jing became a pilot, he even had a slight liking for Cheng Yarong, who initiated the fundraiser, and he took the initiative to Ask Jing Xinglan and Yanzhi if they want to go to the theater.

Jing Xinglan paused for a while, and immediately agreed: "Okay."

In fact, he was quite worried about Qiao Jing's state.Because since Qiao Jing left, although the black-haired young man looks the same as before, Jing Xinglan knows that he has been in a low mood, so he specially greeted the two newspapers and asked them not to rush him for a while. Qiao Jing finished writing, let him take a good rest for a while.

Originally, he thought that Qiao Jing's mood would be even worse when he went out for a stroll in the street this time, but he didn't expect that he looked quite happy now?

Naturally, Rouge would not object to such a pastime as watching a play.

Therefore, on Saturday afternoon, the three of them and one cat set off from home and drove to the theater in the east of the city.

Jing Xinglan booked the balcony on the second floor. Before the people on the stage raised their voices, he was still sitting in his seat, discussing in a low voice with Qiao Jing how much they would donate this time.

Qiao Jing had already donated all the remuneration for "56" to Jingluo University, and he didn't continue to write during this period, so it's not that he's shy, but he certainly isn't richer than before.

However, he still donated a full thirty silver dollars.

Although such a small amount of money is a drop in the bucket for building an airplane, it is almost all his net worth now.

"The ice wheel on the island is turning, see the jade rabbit, and the jade rabbit has risen to the east again..."

The sound of the erhu, accompanied by the loud applause of the audience, Cheng Yarong, dressed as a noble concubine, appeared on the stage.

Qiao Jing really didn't understand opera, but when he calmed down, he could taste a little charm from the libretto.But in the middle of listening to the play, he accidentally turned his head to look at Jing Xinglan who was sitting on the side, and found that the man was leaning on the back of the chair, crossing his legs, tapping his index finger on the armrest, humming along while listening, watching Cheng Yarong's eyes were quite appreciative.

Coupled with the fact that it was cold today, he wore a thick black fur-collared coat when he went out, and he sat there with a big horse and a golden sword.

Qiao Jing silently withdrew her gaze. For some reason, she suddenly felt a little unhappiness in her heart.

After the charity performance, there will be a public fundraising session.

Together, Qiao Jing and Jing Xinglan donated a total of almost one hundred silver dollars. Cheng Yarong on the stage couldn't help but look up to the direction of the second floor after hearing about it, and showed Jing Xinglan a shallow smile. With a shallow smile, he clasped his hands together and bowed deeply.

Qiao Jing's mood, which had just calmed down, was turbulent again.

Although I knew the angle Cheng Yarong was standing at, it was probably because I didn't notice myself, but when I heard that this person invited them to the backstage for a talk, the unhappiness was like bubbles, gurgling from his stomach popped out.

He was puzzled and uncomfortable, because Qiao Jing didn't even understand where this unpleasant feeling came from.

Jing Xinglan on the side quickly noticed Qiao Jing's emotional fluctuations.

He clenched his fists violently, forcibly suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, pretended to be nonchalant, and deliberately praised Cheng Yarong's singing voice is good, and her appearance is also very delicate, as expected of a generation of famous Peking opera masters all over the country.

The black-haired young man listened silently. Although he didn't show anything unusual, the air pressure around his body was getting lower and lower.

After noticing this, Jing Xinglan felt a sense of pleasure as if the clouds were opening and the moon was shining.

——It's really not easy to enlighten Qiao Jing!

But when they came backstage and reported their names to Mr. Cheng who had just finished taking off his make-up, the elegant and beautiful Danjiao suddenly opened his eyes wide, and instantly locked his eyes on Qiao Jing.

He directly ignored Jing Xinglan who was closest to him, strode forward excitedly, and grabbed Qiao Jing's hands:

"Mr. Yan, I've heard of you for a long time! I'm your book fan!"

Jing Xinglan's gaze shifted downwards, and landed on the tightly clasped hands of the two.

The smile on his face stiffened.