nashuaworldcup Chapter 107 [2 in 1]
Chapter 107 [2 in 1]
There were four people in Qiao Jing's dormitory. When the other three came back together, they saw the black-haired young man sitting by the bed, and their original laughing expressions froze.
After a few seconds of silence, several people ignored him and continued talking and laughing, as if Qiao Jing was a transparent person in the dormitory.
The school badges on their chests are all white, which means that these people are students of mecha-related majors.Qiao Jing had already asked Alai just now. In this federal No.13 public university, students wearing white school badges accounted for the vast majority, and the rest were two special majors——
Qiao Jing majored in ancient literature, and Wei Qiu majored in simulation manipulation.
The former and the teachers don’t have five people, so you can completely ignore it; as for the latter, it is the most popular major in the whole interstellar. The annual employment rate is as high as [-]%, and the students who come out are all hot and sought-after. When the time comes, it will be divided up by major companies and within the federation.
Without him, it's just because in this era of highly developed technology, people's physical fitness is no longer the decisive factor, and mechas can realize all human dreams about exploring the starry sky and conquering the universe, and mechas above B-level need to be powerful. Spiritual power to drive.After the Federation launched the brain wave link device more than ten years ago, the importance of mental power has been raised to an unprecedented height——
Through this device, they can even share their senses. Even if they stay at home, they can taste all-star food, experience wonders from all over the world, and feel the thrill of driving a mecha.
Therefore, human beings frantically pursue those with high spiritual power. After graduation, many students majoring in simulation manipulation, besides joining the army, the biggest trend is to register as an anchor on the star network, and drive mechs to participate in various competitions. It will take less than two or three years You can earn a lot of money, fame and fortune.
This is also the reason why Wei Qiu can walk sideways in the school.
A total of 87 students were enrolled in this year's simulation manipulation major, and Wei Qiu's mental power was the highest among them, reaching an astonishing 72 points in the entrance assessment.You should know that the average score given by the Federation is only 80 points, and the minimum standard for recruiting students majoring in simulation manipulation is [-] points.
Everyone said that Wei Qiu's future achievements must be limitless.
The robots came over, and Qiao Jing handed them the packed bags, and asked 008 while following them, "How much is my mental strength?"
008: "Host, you must have confidence in yourself. You can create a city when you first enter the virtual world. This is actually a concrete manifestation of spiritual power. My calculation standards are different from those in this world, but I can Guaranteed, you are much stronger than that Wei Qiu!"
Qiao Jing let out a "huh" and asked again, "Where's that young man?"
"He's actually not bad," 008 said. "Part of his mental strength comes from genetics. Both his parents have high mental strength. Although he's not a genius, he's above average."
Hearing these words, Qiao Jing couldn't help thinking that in the suicide note, the young man said that he was "very useless" in a humble and helpless tone. He was obviously better than most people, but it was only because he chose a path. The difficult road to walk, coupled with all kinds of negative pressure from the outside world, and being suppressed repeatedly, his personality became so cautious.
"The dormitory has arrived."
The robot's announcement brought Qiao Jing back to his senses, but when he looked up, the scene in front of him made him fall into deep silence.
Isn't this... a dangerous building?
Due to that catastrophe, nearly half of the human race was struggling to survive in the space reclamation period during the long period of 5000 years. This is also the reason why Qiao Jing felt that the development of technology was not as fast as he imagined.Like the dormitory building he left just now, it looks like an ordinary high-rise building, but the elevator and internal facilities are very advanced, generally speaking, it still meets expectations.
But in front of this red brick building with only three floors, Qiao Jing looked at it, and for a moment, he hallucinated the demolished houses in the suburbs of the 80s city.
And when he heard that the students majoring in ancient literature would live and attend classes in this building, he had a clear understanding of the status of this major in the school.
He asked the robot to help put the bag in the dormitory. The only thing that relieved Qiao Jing was that the dormitory was for one person, and he finally didn't have to adapt to his new roommates anymore. , he still prefers to be alone.
one person……
Qiao Jing finally remembered what he had forgotten, and suddenly asked, "Where's Jing Xinglan?"
008: "His current coordinates are only three kilometers away from here in a straight line. It is estimated that you will be able to see him in a while."
Qiao Jing nodded: "That's good."
In order to avoid the recurrence of a crisis similar to that in Rouge Lane, they had discussed it in the last world. When 008 provided the coordinates, Jing Xinglan took the initiative to come to him.
He simply tidied up his things, and found that besides the bedding, the large package left by the young man was filled with all kinds of books.But looking at the publication date above, they are basically old books from a dozen or even decades ago, but they are well preserved by him, and it can be seen that the owner has carefully cared for these books.
For Qiao Jing who likes to read, looking at these old books, he felt a little sad.
He simply cannot imagine a world without literature.
No matter how high the spiritual power detected by people in the future era is, in his view, this is a barren desert.
Even the society a hundred years ago began to reflect that a nation that has lost its cultural foundation cannot be truly strong, but people 5000 years later have simply forgotten their past, and even ridiculed those who wanted to wake them up. It really makes people feel Great irony.
Qiao Jing sighed, and was just about to go out to find something to eat, when suddenly the school badge on her chest vibrated slightly.
Alai's projection appeared again, telling all the students majoring in ancient literature to gather downstairs in the dormitory.
When he went out, the entire corridor was as quiet as a haunted house.
... What about the other students?
When Qiao Jing arrived downstairs, she realized that besides herself, there was a young boy with curly yellow hair standing in the open space.When he saw Qiao Jing approaching, he greeted him feebly, as if he hadn't woken up yet.
The only teacher in their professional class also came over at this time.He looked to be in his seventies, with thin silver hair and a thin and wizened figure. He was sitting on a white aircraft with a speed comparable to that of a turtle.
The little yellow curly hair couldn't help shaking his legs, and asked anxiously: "Teacher, is there another person?"
"...Ah," the old man was probably old, and he paused for a few seconds before he realized what he had said, "He dropped out of school just now, and now there are only two of you left in this major."
Qiao Jing: "..."
This configuration is worthy of being the "top-tier" major of the Federation.
"This is your tuition fee," the teacher said tremblingly again, "After the payment is completed, the robot will send the textbooks and schedule to the dormitory together."
The little yellow curly hair yelled when he saw the numbers on the projection screen: "Why is it so expensive!? It's almost three times that of other majors!"
Teacher: "Because you teach in small classes."
Little yellow curly hair: "..." What the hell is redefining small class teaching.
He opened his mouth, but in the end he could only admit defeat in dejection.
"This classmate," after the teacher left, he turned his head and looked at Qiao Jing, who had been standing silently by the side, and said indignantly, "You also think it's unfair, right? Paying the most tuition and taking the worst major , living in the worst dormitory is simply too much!"
He complained for a long time, then suddenly asked: "By the way, how much mental strength do you have, classmate?"
Qiao Jing thought of what 008 said before, and cautiously gave an average: "72."
Unexpectedly, the little yellow curly hair screamed strangely: "You are 72? So tall! Then why did you come to this major?"
Qiao Jing: "Because... you like it?"
The little yellow curly hair stared at him with monster eyes, and shook his head incomprehensibly.
"If I hadn't failed the test of mental strength," he muttered, "what kind of literature would the devil study. After graduation, you will be unemployed, and you won't be able to fill your stomach with reading."
He probably felt that Qiao Jing was unreasonable, and he didn't bother to say anything, so he sighed all the way back to the dormitory.
Qiao Jing asked 008: "In this world, how many schools offer literature-related majors? As long as they are related to liberal arts."
008 counted for a second, and replied: "The federation has three major star fields. This is the central star of the central star field, which is the center of the federation. At present, only a few public schools on the central star have set up liberal arts majors. There are a total of [-] students in the school."
That is basically equal to nothing.
The impact of the civilization fault was much more serious than Qiao Jing imagined. He asked Alai to open the network of this world, which is the legendary star network, and found that there was also a ranking list similar to the hot search on it, but it was not on the list. Most of them are the results of various mecha competitions, various decrees issued by the Federal Parliament, and discussions about celebrity anchors. The entertainment section accounts for nearly [-]% of the content.
There are not even popular TV series and movies on Starnet, and all the heat is concentrated on the holographic live broadcast.Viewers are connected to the anchor's spiritual world through brainwave equipment, and can choose to watch from different perspectives; and in order to keep the audience, these anchors began to dance with demons, and Qiao Jing hadn't even clicked on it yet, and he began to feel uncomfortable just looking at the cover up.
No wonder no one reads books now, he thought, this kind of direct sensory stimulation is indeed much easier than reading text.
"Hey, isn't this our great writer?" Just as he was about to go back to the dormitory, a strange voice came from not far away, "What's the matter, thinking about life with a serious face? Do you regret choosing this major? ?”
Qiao Jing looked up, and sure enough, he saw Wei Qiu and several other men and women who were professional in simulation manipulation standing there, laughing and looking at him with their arms folded.
He paused for a second, then turned and left.
"Oh, don't go!"
Wei Qiu stepped in front of him, first looked Qiao Jing up and down, his eyes flickered, then raised the corners of his lips, and returned to his usual ruffian look: "You are very brave today, How dare you ignore me. Could it be that I accidentally stimulated you because I saw that letter?"
Qiao Jing said lightly, "Get out of the way."
"Don't, I just came to see you." Wei Qiu said, and turned around to look at the dormitory building behind him, his face immediately wrinkled into a ball, "Wait a minute, don't tell me , this is your professional dormitory, right? Has this been bombarded just now? Or do you all have a bit of an abnormal hobby when you are engaged in literature?"
There was another burst of laughter behind him.
This time, Qiao Jing was finally willing to look him in the eye.
There was still no expression on his face, but there was a trace of boredom in his tone: "Get lost."
Although Qiao Jing could feel that the tone of Wei Qiu talking to him did not seem to be purely looking for faults, but more like a kind of unwillingness to be yin and yang, and the way he looked at him was also very strange... But Qiao Jing didn't want to know what happened to him. What mental illness.
Because in terms of results, he was indeed the last straw that crushed that young man.
Wei Qiu was taken aback by the word "roll", perhaps because he didn't expect that Qiao Jing didn't blush as usual to argue with himself today, and tried to convince him that literature is not worth it by citing one, two, three, four or five examples. It's not a useless subject, but just showing a cold attitude that is too lazy to talk nonsense with him.
This gap made him frowned a little annoyed, and reached out to grab Qiao Jing's shoulder: "You can still speak hard when you see this kind of dormitory building? I gave you the opportunity to enter our major at the beginning, you— —”
"What are you?"
A cold voice came from the side.
Qiao Jing turned his head abruptly, and when he saw the young man in a silver-black military uniform, he froze for a moment.
The current Jing Xinglan... seems to be younger than his age.
Wei Qiu stared at the special uniform of the Federal Central Military Academy on his body, his face froze, but he still asked: "Who are you? What does it matter to you if I talk to him?"
"Qiao Jing's business is my business." Jing Xinglan jumped off the aircraft, and the sophisticated machinery shrank and folded into his bracelet in just a few seconds, "How is it?"
When he said the last sentence, he directly ignored Wei Qiu who was on the side, and looked straight at Qiao Jing.
Qiao Jing nodded: "Very good."
Seeing his eyes resting on his bracelet, Jing Xinglan smiled, took it off generously, and handed it to Qiao Jing: "I'll see you off."
After finishing speaking, he looked up at the dormitory building in front of him. Although Jing Xinglan also frowned slightly when he saw the terrible environment, he didn't say anything, just said: "Take me to see your dormitory. .”
"Ah."
"Wait a moment!"
Wei Qiu couldn't bear it anymore, he pointed at Jing Xinglan and shouted: "Where did this man come from? What's the relationship between you two?"
Before today, he had never seen this young man appear by Qiao Jing's side, and he gave such an expensive bracelet as soon as they met. Is this something a friend would do?
He stared at Jing Xinglan's hand on Qiao Jing's shoulder naturally, and the expression of the black-haired young man who seemed to be used to it, and felt a sudden fire in his heart, which almost burned his internal organs. It was completely burnt.
Jing Xinglan glanced at him with a hint of pity in his eyes.
He had just heard about this young man from 008, almost the moment he saw Wei Qiu, Jing Xinglan understood his true thoughts buried in his heart.
If Wei Qiusheng lived 5000 years ago, there would be countless film and television and literary works telling him what to do.However, the lack of literature in this era makes people's personalities tend to be extreme. These strong people in the secular sense can't feel too delicate emotions, don't know how to express their feelings, let alone reflect on their actions. In the end, tragedy happened——Wei Qiu is just one example.
"Sad." He said flatly.
Wei Qiu clenched his fists, wishing he could rush over and punch Jing Xinglan over, but because the federal law stipulates that attacking a military student is equal to assaulting a police officer, he could only stand there with his eyes tearing apart, watching the two walk in. dormitory.
why why!
But neither Qiao Jing nor Jing Xinglan would care what this kind of person thinks.
After arriving in the dormitory, Jing Xinglan sighed deeply after Qiao Jing finished talking about her current situation.
"Let's drop out," he said, "this place can't even compare to Jingluo University's little finger, and there is no need to continue going up."
But Qiao Jing shook his head.
"If I drop out now, I will fulfill those people's wishes." He said, "There are still related reports on Starnet, saying that his father is a liar, and that he chose to major in ancient literature just to receive relief money. There are also many people petitioning the federal government, saying that they hope to stop this fraud profession as soon as possible, which is of no use to social development at all.”
Jing Xinglan laughed, and raised his forehead and said, "How should I put it, reality is always more absurd than fiction. Have you thought about what to do next?"
There is not even a publishing house in this world, all textbooks and materials are recorded in electronic cards, and there is no novel website on Starnet, the only thing that can be called text creation is actually a kind of "chat record".It is said that it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, Jing Xinglan thought, this time I am afraid I will have to start with wheat first.
Qiao Jing said, "Don't you think that the holographic live broadcast on Xingwang is very similar to 008's virtual space?"
Jing Xinglan was stunned for a moment: "It's true."
"The process of creation is the process of building a world," Qiao Jing said, "I've already thought about what to write in my next book."
He didn't say much, but just registered an anchor account on Xingwang in front of Jing Xinglan.Jing Xinglan had a vague guess about Qiao Jing's thoughts, but still felt that such thoughts were too bold——
Create a world live broadcast to audiences all over the world, is this something creators can do?
His mental strength was 94, which is one of the best levels even in the Central Military Academy, but even so, Jing Xinglan can't guarantee that he can achieve this level.Because once the mental power is excessively consumed, it will cause major problems to people's health.
All kinds of thoughts circled around in his mind, it was impossible to say that Jing Xinglan wasn't worried.
Probably sensing the uneasiness of the people around him, Qiao Jing paused for a moment, stretched out his hand, and placed it on the back of Jing Xinglan's hand soothingly.
"Don't worry," he said softly, "I know it well."
Jing Xinglan grabbed his five fingers with his backhand, and sighed: "I'm sure I won't stop you, but remember, do what you can. You haven't figured out the principle of the brain wave equipment in this world, if you feel uncomfortable, Tell me right away, understand?"
Qiao Jing gave a soft "hmm".
But Jing Xinglan's worries are indeed not unreasonable. If Qiao Jing's creation difficulty with paper, pen and computer is 6, then use his own imagination to construct a complete world, and then create characters in this world to promote the development of the plot. The difficulty is 10.
Although it seems that he only needs to wear a brain wave device when writing to let the audience enter his spiritual world, the difficulties encountered in actual operation are far greater than what he imagined.
After several attempts, Qiao Jing finally figured out its mode of operation.
As usual when writing, he drew up an outline first, and then when deciding on the title of the novel, Qiao Jing thought for a long time, and finally wrote three words——
"You don't see"
The next day, it was exactly seven o'clock in the evening on Central Star.
This time period is the time when the major anchors of Star Network are active.The page on the screen is refreshed almost every second, which is so fast that people can't see it at all.
In the relatively low-popular newcomer area, a newcomer anchor wearing a default avatar went online.
At the beginning, except for the default image of a rabbit squatting motionless in the dark, the entire holographic world was pitch black.
Many viewers who came because of Star Network's support for attracting newcomers stayed for a few seconds and couldn't stand it any longer.
Just when the last few spectators were about to exit, lines of shimmering fonts suddenly appeared in the black world.Accompanied by these fonts unfolding in front of everyone's eyes, is a grand fairyland with verdant mountains and verdant mountains, which is as picturesque as a poem——