Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

12 points in the early hours.

The data of major novel websites are refreshed.

Qiao Jing lay on the bed, turned over in a sweet sleep, next to the pillow was 008 who had slept on all fours.

But more people, sleepless tonight.

On the first day it was released, "Song of the Earth" rushed to the top of the new book rankings on the whole network!

No.1 is of course Sarn's new book, "Legend of the Unicorn", which Xingchen.com put a lot of effort into marketing. After all, after the old master Jing Huashuiyue left, there is almost no suspense for Sarn to reach the top.

Even, with the exception of Sarn, the top seven authors on the list are all authors under the banner of Xingchen.com.

In this case, Qiao Jing, who stands alone, is very eye-catching.

Especially when everyone found out that this was the first book he wrote on Liuliu.com, they felt that this person's strength was terrifying and his future was limitless—you know, even Sarn was favored by Xingchen.com When the potential was poached from the old club, they didn't have such good results!

This ranking changes every three days. It selects the top ten from the tens of thousands of new books on the Internet, and arranges the subscription data of each channel. It is jointly operated and maintained by more than a dozen novel websites. Star.com also cannot shake its authority.

The new books that can appear on this ranking list are definitely one of the best in a thousand, not to mention the potential.

However, this kind of achievement is not unprecedented.

Because old readers who have been immersed in online literature for many years know that seven years ago, there was a newcomer who became a blockbuster overnight.

Even, that book's position on the ranking list is even higher.

——And his pseudonym is Flowers in the Mirror and Moon in the Water.

"Hahahaha, if you want me to say that Saen is a man of destiny," Qiao Jing clicked on Yuan Chengdao's voice in the group, and the other party's full-fledged laughter made his eardrums buzz, and he had to adjust Turning down the volume, "Back then, he was overwhelmed by the mirror, the water and the moon, and tried his best to squeeze the great god away. He thought that there was no tiger in the mountain and he would call himself the king. In the end, Yan Heqing came again! Hahahahaha!"

Other authors in the group are also gloating.

But relatively speaking, they are all more reserved, not as blatantly as Yuan Chengdao ridiculed.

"But Lao Yuan, I just read the article written by Yan Heqing. Why is it a science fiction novel?" After finishing a set of emojis, an author questioned in the group, "This kind of article is similar to literary movies. Similarly, the audience is limited, and generally they are popular, so don’t be squeezed out by the gang of dogs behind Sann’s buttocks before staying on the list for half a day.”

Of the books currently on the list, half of the authors are related to Sarn.

Just like the anchors of the same company, no matter what industry they are in, there are basically such cliques and cliques.

"Don't worry, I'm optimistic about this Yan Heqing," Yuan Chengdao replied, "Just by looking at the long comments in his comment area, this person's writing skills are definitely good. And you know what... Liuliuwang, only seventeen A channel? Damn, he can still squeeze into the seventh place like this, if he wrote it on Xingchen.com, he would have rubbed that kid Saen on the ground long ago!"

"Fuck, really?"

"And he was promoted two more just now, and now he is fifth!"

"Awesome!!!!"

"Seventeen to 110, a gap of nearly seven times. If this is really surpassed, then Sarn will be ashamed this time."

Yuan Chengdao sneered, typed with a cigarette in his mouth, and predicted accurately: "Based on how narrow-minded Sai Yi is, he is probably smashing the keyboard at home now. Let's wait and see, his good days are yet to come."

He was absolutely right.

When seeing the leaderboard, Sai Yi did drop the keyboard.

"A bunch of trash!" He yelled in his small group, "What kind of rubbish are you writing? You were overtaken by a newcomer, or a newcomer from a small pheasant website who doesn't know where! Trash!"

The other authors didn't dare to reply, only one sent a weak message: "Brother Sa, I don't think this Yan Heqing is a newcomer."

"Don't make excuses for your crap!"

Sayi became even more furious, "You guys have been writing books for three or four years. If I hadn't worked hard to promote it to readers on Weibo, you would have been able to squeeze into this ranking? What about your readers? I don't believe that every one of them He's a prostitute for nothing! Hurry up and sell it in the group, let fans pay to subscribe!"

The people in the group got angry, and it was only then that Sai Yi calmed down a little bit.

But when he refreshed the page and found that "Song of the Earth" had moved up one place on the ranking list——

"Fuck!"

He dropped the mouse directly.

Just when this battle without gunpowder on the new book list made countless hearts beat faster, Qiao Jing, who was the center of the vortex, was thinking hard about his outline.

Although he also feels that setting up this plot is a bit too fast, and the reader may seem to be a little jumpy.

Obviously the protagonist was still engaged in the nuclear industry before, why did he jump to other fields all of a sudden?

But Qiao Jing looked at the recent news on the Internet one after another, and still felt that he needed to change the outline a little bit.

At least in terms of key technologies, Kahuaguo can't be kept on the neck.

"Forget it, let's change it like this." For the first time in his life, Qiao Jing decided to give up some of the logic of the plot, and at worst he would treat it as a cool article, "That thing, if it was done a day earlier, it would be a big deal." Good thing."

He thought of the reader whose ID was "difficult to travel" who often appeared in his comment area. Although Qiao Jing asked 008 to check the information directly to reply to the other party in order to avoid controversy, the two did not have any direct communication, but he could still Judging from the wording of the comments, the owner behind the account should be an elderly man with deep knowledge.

——At the very least, it should be at the level of a full professor in a university.

But Qiao Jing didn't feel any condescending guidance at all. Instead, Gao Xinglu often used respectful words such as "Excuse me", "You", "Troubleshooting", etc., as if to respect him as a teacher.

For this, he felt ashamed.

Since ancient times, literati have said that if you are poor, you will be good for yourself, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world.

Qiao Jing feels that he can't afford the title of "literati", but even if he is satisfied with the status quo and just wants to be a squatter who makes little contribution to society, he still has deep respect for these scholars who have dedicated themselves to the country. of.

008 wants to make him a star, and it is right. This is indeed a high-paying career that many people envy.

But in reality, there are more scientific researchers like "Difficult to Travel" who are working in various industries. Most of them are unknown, and they are scattered on this vast land, with bits and pieces of light.

Gathering is a ball of fire, scattered is a sky full of stars, these scientific researchers are the ones who silently support the future of this country.

It is best to write a few words about the author before letting him go on the shelf. Qiao Jingben felt that he had nothing to write, but after thinking about it, he opened the backstage and wrote down a part of his high school textbook in the introduction column under the avatar. The remarks--

"There is a share of heat, a share of light, no need to wait for the torch."

"If there is no torch after this, I will be the only light."

Capital time, 4:37 a.m.

After more than a month of staying up all night, everyone in the research institute gathered around the big screen, watching the torrent of data flying across the supercomputer, holding their breath and their hearts beating faster.

Everyone's eyes were bloodshot, but they still stared unblinkingly at the supercomputer that performed simulation experiments at a calculation speed of 2 trillion operations per second, and clenched their fists.

"Drip - the operation was successful!"

Accompanied by the sound of the mechanical female voice, there was a burst of cheers that almost lifted the ceiling in the institute. All the experimenters couldn't help hugging, screaming, shouting and jumping up, because just today, they created a new history of mankind !

Ding Qi screamed and looked around, but he didn't see his mentor in the crowd.

The smile on his face receded slightly, after thinking for a while, he greeted his senior brother, and trotted all the way to the sculpture in the center of the research institute.

This sculpture commemorates the founder of the country's nuclear field. The national veteran who led them to create a nuclear bomb in the poor and white years died of illness 12 years ago.

Similarly, he is also Gao Xinglu's mentor.

As expected by Ding Qi, Gao Xinglu was standing in front of the sculpture.

The old man's back looks a little short under the dim light, but his back is straight. He is wearing a black down jacket that is common on the street, and his hair is all gray.

——No one can tell that this is a leading figure in Huaguo's scientific research circle with the title of academician.

Ding Qi's footsteps slowed down.

He stood still half a step behind Gao Xinglu, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "Teacher, do you want some paper?"

"...No, I didn't cry."

The old man sniffed stubbornly, and said with red eyes like a child.

Ding Qi silently withdrew his hand.

"My teacher," Gao Xinglu opened his mouth after a moment of silence, "I haven't had a good few days in my life. I went on a business trip to the Gobi Desert just two days after I got married. In such a harsh environment, he would stay for ten days. A few years. I finally retired and returned to employment, and my body broke down again. Even so, I still insist on writing papers every day on the hospital bed, leading students, and guiding the next generation in our countries."

"When the teacher was still alive, because of the confidentiality agreement, no one knew his contribution. It was not until the fifth year after his death that his deeds were made public by the state... This sculpture was also built at that time."

Gao Xinglu sighed deeply, held back the tears in his eyes, looked at the teacher's statue, and showed a smile mixed with relief and excitement: "Mr. He was two years older when he died. I thought I would never see this day coming, but I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it..."

He repeated this sentence over and over again, and Ding Qi beside him didn't know why, and his eyes were a little sour.

As a student, he certainly knew how much Gao Xinglu paid for his research.

Numerous experimental failures, calculation drafts as thick as several people, and the continuous work and scientific research pressure that even young people can't bear, he has been working for decades.

Finally, finally, they made it!

——everything is worth it.

The morning light lit up in the sky, and Ding Qi heard the faint singing from the teaching building of the music department in the distance. The melody was the familiar "My Motherland".He took a deep breath, listened to the whole piece quietly on the spot, turned around, and smiled at Gao Xingludao:

"Look, teacher, it's dawn."