Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

"Why did you go?"

Hearing the movement, Xiang Mingrui tried his best to turn his head to look at him: "I thought you were going to the toilet, and you ran out so quickly."

"No, I went home."

Qiao Jing said as he moved the bench to the middle of the ward, and then put the projector made of cardboard boxes on it. After adjusting the position, he took out the mobile phone that had not been used for several years.

After three years of not turning it on, the mobile phone that was originally fully charged has only [-]% of the battery left, and I don't know if the [-]% has been mixed with water. Maybe the screen will go black in the next second.

So Qiao Jing didn't waste time explaining, but directly clicked on the video shot at the expo, played it at the highest volume, and placed it at the back of the box.

"Look at the wall."

Xiang Mingrui and the others turned their heads to look at the white wall, and said, "What are you doing, you don't want to show us a movie, do you?"

"No," Qiao Jing said, "you can treat it as... a documentary."

Before the video started playing, Jing Xinglan had already walked to the window and silently helped him close the curtains.

The ward suddenly became dark, and the only light source was the faint light emitted from the projector.

The first picture that appeared was a shaking camera.

Even though the picture quality projected by the device produced by Qiao Jing in a hurry was very mediocre, several young people who had never seen a color movie were still shocked by the picture in front of them.

Xiang Mingrui's eyes widened on the spot, and he was so surprised by the picture quality on the wall that it was a hundred times clearer than the movie that he couldn't even speak.

What the hell is this! ?

Jing Xinglan moved closer to Qiao Jing and asked in a low voice, "Why are you shaking like this?"

Qiao Jing: "...I was doing translation at the time, and I had too many things in my hand."

Fortunately, the shaking time was only a few seconds, and soon, a clear blue sky appeared on the screen.

When they heard the familiar roar of fighter jets, everyone in the room—except for Qiao Jing and Jing Xinglan—stretched their nerves instantly. Xiang Mingrui, who had experienced plane bombing not long ago, almost I had ptsd, my chest was heavy, and it was difficult to breathe. It took me several breaths to get myself back to my senses.

He calmed down and found that it was different from the foreign planes he had witnessed on the battlefield. The fighter planes on the screen were all silver and black. The smooth lines were a design he had never seen before, reflecting the unique cold luster of steel in the sunlight , beautiful like a work of art.

But it is indeed a fighter.

When flying, it is like a divine bird spreading its wings, cutting through the sky amidst the roar, and galloping through the sky, but the things thrown behind it have changed from artillery fire to gorgeous colored smoke.

Just when they were so shocked that they couldn't speak, the screen turned again, aiming at the auditorium below.

As Xiang Mingrui said before, people of different skin colors, races, and nationalities stand together as equals. They look up at the sky, and most of them hold a rectangular thin object in their hands. There were also people who carried some gun-like gadgets, which should be cameras, and pointed them at the fighter planes in the sky.

There were bright smiles on everyone's faces, and the father let the child ride on his neck. Whenever the fighter plane passed by, the child would always giggle with excitement and wave the red flag in his hand desperately.

This kind of scene that only appeared in his dreams made Xiang Mingrui go crazy.

In addition to the roar of the fighter planes, they also faintly heard some voice-overs, and the accents should be foreigners speaking.But the young people present can basically understand the English they speak:

"Great! Is this the legendary fifth-generation fighter?"

"Mr. Yangliu, please give me an accurate statement. Is this fighter Huaguo for sale?"

"Impressive opening. Too bad I didn't bring my wife and kids, my son will love this."

"What surprised me the most was that Huaguo actually built the fighter plane in "Song of the Earth". It's unbelievable..."

Gu Yang, the freshman from Linnan University who was talking to Qiao Jing before, was lying weakly on the hospital bed, unable to move his body, he could only tilt his head and stare blankly at the projection on the wall, his eyes gradually filled with tears.

He couldn't speak, his vision began to blur, tears ran across his burnt cheeks, and the salt inside made him feel a burst of burning pain.Obviously, Gu Yang didn't cry when he went to the battlefield, and he didn't cry when he was told that time was running out after he was seriously injured and could only wait here to die silently, but when he saw these pictures, he cried so hard Unable to control himself, his body trembled uncontrollably, and hoarse wailing bursts from the depths of his throat.But to others, it was just an intermittent groan.

In the melodious chorus, he slowly closed his eyes.

In the dream, there is a wide sparkling river and golden rice fields swaying on both sides of the river.

After this video was played, seeing that the phone still had some battery left, Qiao Jing simply played the other videos he had recorded before.

"Under the leadership of Academician Gao Xinglu's team, my country has successfully overcome the biggest difficulty in controllable nuclear fusion technology..."

The background is the aircraft carrier fleet riding the wind and waves on the blue sea.

"The center of city N has built a new music interactive fountain for the citizens. Audience friends, what you are seeing now is the latest public facilities that integrate technological innovation and sports culture. The person in charge of this project said frankly that these urban constructions will help the people The sense of well-being has increased dramatically…”

On the screen are music fountains with changing light and shadow, and citizens riding sports bikes with dynamic music under the high-rise buildings at night.

Probably because of God's will, within a few seconds after the two videos were played, Qiao Jing's phone turned off automatically, and the screen went completely black.

Xiang Mingrui let out a breath of foul air slowly.

He didn't ask Qiao Jing where he took these pictures, but said in a hoarse voice, "Is this our country?"

Qiao Jing: "Yes."

When he heard his affirmative answer, at that moment, the expression on the young man's face could not even be expressed in words.

There were footsteps in the corridor. It should be that the nurse is coming in to make rounds and change the medicine.Qiao Jing quickly picked up the cardboard box and put the bench back to its original position. Just as he was about to leave the ward, Xiang Mingrui stopped him.

"Mr. Yan," he said, "thank you."

Qiao Jing paused.

"...No," his voice was very soft, "it should be me saying thank you to you."

The nurse opened the door and saw his appearance, she was stunned for a moment, just about to say something, Jing Xinglan calmly put a finger in front of her lips, then walked out of the ward with Qiao Jing in her arms.

Qiao Jing held the cardboard box in his arms, and was dragged into a corner without saying a word.

The young man's face was so pale that it was no different than those in the ward. In Jing Xinglan's eyes, his expression was even a little dazed, and his whole body was tense.It was as if he was going to pass out the next second after staying up all night.

He sighed, put the cardboard box in Qiao Jing's arms on the ground, then stretched out his hand, and hugged him forcefully.

"Don't hold back," he whispered, "Cry if you want."

Hearing this sentence, it was as if a switch that had been suppressed for a long time had been turned on. Qiao Jing tightly clutched the man's collar, pressed his forehead against his shoulder, and tears burst out of his eyes uncontrollably.

He trembled so much that he could hardly stand up, but he didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end, he just let Jing Xinglan hold him in his arms, weeping silently.

"008 said," Jing Xinglan gently stroked the back of his head, his voice was low and gentle, as if he was coaxing a child who refused to sleep, "the world we will find next is very peaceful, there will be no more wars When the time comes, we'll buy a house by the sea, and you can write whatever you want, treat it as a vacation, okay?"

It took Qiao Jing a long time to calm down, and he agreed with a muffled "Yes".

Jing Xinglan waited for a while, and seeing that he had indeed calmed down, he wiped away his tears: "Go and wash your face, I have to go downstairs to see Qiao Jing and the others later. It's swollen, those two little ones thought I was bullying you."

Listening to his voice with a faint smile, Qiao Jing couldn't deny that she was in a much better mood than before.

"I don't regret it," he said.

Jing Xinglan smiled: "Why do you regret it? I also think you did the right thing."

The two walked down the stairs slowly, shoulder to shoulder, and Qiao Jing went to the bathroom to wash his face again.At this moment, he looks the same as before except for his eyes are a little red.

But when they pushed open the door of Qiao Jing's ward, what they saw was a boy and a girl hugging each other, and Rouge's eyes looked much redder than Qiao Jing's.

Qiao Jing: "...what are you doing?"

Hearing the sound, the two separated instantly as if electrocuted.

Rouge's face was flushed red, and she stammered, "Sir, I...we just..."

Qiao Jing next to him also looked similar, but he was more courageous after all, summoned up his courage and said, "Sir, Shigong, I'm with Yan Zhi! I'm going to marry her as my wife in the future—ouch!"

Rouge slapped him on the head and was so ashamed that he was about to explode on the spot.

Qiao Jing raised the corners of his lips slightly, although the amount was small, but the haze lingering between his brows finally dissipated completely.Seeing this, Jing Xinglan also breathed a sigh of relief.

He purposely said in a helpless tone: "As I said before, I didn't let them talk about it. Even puppy love is none of my business."

Qiao Jing immediately showed a betrayed expression on his face, and the boy's eyes widened: "Master, it was clearly you..."

Qiao Jing interrupted him: "Okay, just talk about it. Qiao Jing, did the doctor tell you before that it will take a few days before you can be discharged from the hospital?"

Qiao Jing hummed for a while, and said in a low voice, "Actually, it's okay now, I've been in the hospital for almost two months."

Rouge glared at him fiercely: "Come on! The nurse said just now that at least one week of observation is required! Do you think you just scratched your skin?"

Qiao Jing: "That's one week."

He and Jing Xinglan looked at each other, the man understood, and nodded slightly at him.

After Qiao Jing was settled this time, they left for the next world.