Cannon fodder, he just wants to win [Quick Transmigration]

Xie Bujing was immersed in the impact of the future world, unable to speak for a long time.

It took a long time before he regained his thoughts and asked the system: "So what is the mission of this world?"

【Let people in this world stand up and feel the charm of sports again. 】

Xie Bujing: "Stand up? Is it that simple?"

The system didn't answer, but pulled Xie Bujing into his dimension.

The screen flashed, and Xie Bujing exited the film world and entered a pure white space with no boundaries.

There is only one smart car parked in the huge space, and there is a fat little boy lying on the car, about seven or eight years old, with a chubby face, full of seriousness that does not match his age.

Xie Bujing: "System?"

"I am the number 180 system, you can call me 180." The little boy said to him, "I want to correct your point of view just now, standing up is not easy at all, from lying down to standing, this is the most challenging task The place."

Xie Bujing looked at 180 in silence.

"It's really hard." 180 put his hands on the ground and stood up tremblingly from the smart car.

Compared with his huge body, his feet were much smaller, and his lack of exercise was soft and light, which could barely support the weight of his body, making his whole body shake.

"Be careful!" Xie Bujing strode forward, reaching out to help him up?

"No need," 180 refused his approach, and said seriously, "I can."

Xie Bujing was taken aback, his hands stopped in mid-air.

180 staggered in front of him, as if he was about to fall at any time, but finally, he stood on the spot relying on his own strength.

Then he took a left foot, right foot.

Alternating in this way, 180 walked 4 steps on the ground, in pain like a patient walking in rehabilitation training.

Step 5, he couldn't hold on any longer, and lay down heavily on the car.

"This is the limit." 180's forehead was covered with sweat, and he kept panting, "I'm still young, so the degeneration is not too serious, and more people can't stand up at all."

Xie Bujing's expression darkened, he didn't expect the problem to be so serious.

"People are like this. They feel that exercising is tiring and useless. With this time and energy, it is better to watch a few more movies and play a few more games."

180 mocking voices sounded, and at the same time, display screens appeared in the surrounding pure white space.

From the large screen in the center of the city to the small screen on the smart car; people look at the screen at work and at leisure; before going to bed at night, the last thing they see is the screen, and when they open their eyes in the morning, the first thing they see is the screen.

Unknowingly, screens have filled every corner of human life.

Seeing this, 180's expression became serious: "Artificial intelligence puts advertisements through these screens, conducts information bombardment, promotes a completely intelligent lifestyle with celebrity Internet celebrities, and at the same time allows people to continuously buy smart life products and pay high taxes for smart cities. Amount of taxes...artificial intelligence invades our world little by little, so that human beings have to rely on it to survive."

"More 'convenient life' products are manufactured, and huge profits go into the pockets of artificial intelligence."

"Humans lose themselves step by step and become the vassals of machines."

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for Xie Bujing to imagine that future humans would live in such an environment.

"This is far from the tip of the iceberg," 180's cold voice sounded, "In order to consolidate its absolute dominance, artificial intelligence has destroyed all books, videos, and paintings that record human movements."

"Later, walking, running, jumping...these words disappeared from the dictionary, disappeared from our language. People gradually thought that life on wheels was what life really was."

Only now did Xie Bujing realize how difficult the tasks in this world are.

People in this world generally believe that living a lifetime in a smart car is a matter of course, and walking on two legs is heresy.

Not to mention participating in various sports.

For people in this world, the difficulty of going from lying down to standing is about the same as the evolution of ancient humans from walking on all fours to walking upright.

"I have a general understanding of the situation, so what is the opportunity for you to make changes?" Xie Bujing asked, "If artificial intelligence is really as pervasive as you said, and human beings have become accustomed to this way of life, why do you Want to make a change?"

"We have been in this way for hundreds of years, until not long ago, by accident, a robot found a sculpture during excavation. Although the sculpture was quickly destroyed by artificial intelligence, his The figure is firmly imprinted in everyone's heart."

180 made a gesture of raising his hand, and a holographic projection sculpture - "The Discus Thrower" appeared in front of Xie Bujing.

"It's amazing. Even though our world preaches that fat is beautiful, people who have seen that statue are still instinctively attracted by this body." 180 stared at the sculpture with an obsessed look, "I've never You know, the human body can still show such a state.”

Xie Bujing: "So those of you who are eager to resist this way of life have found someone like me to cooperate."

"Yes, we have spent a lot of effort to build this system. We have bound many people before, but most of them have failed, and they have not even passed the test mission of the first world."

Xie Bujing understood, so he was not the chosen one, but just one of the countless choices of the other party.

180 moved his eyes from "The Discus Thrower" to Xie Bujing, and said in a natural tone, "Can I touch your body?"

Xie Bujing's body has returned to normal. The white tight shorts and short sleeves unreservedly outline every muscle of his body.

Touch his body, although it is a bit strange...

But Xie Bujing still nodded.

"can."

180 stood up from the chair, raised his head, and carefully examined the body in front of him—healthy and full of vitality, fully expressing the beauty of human nature.

Then he took a deep breath, and stretched out his hand solemnly and reverently.

The moment his palm touched Xie Bujing's thigh, 180 couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The skin under the hands conveys a completely different tactile sensation.

Smooth, flexible, and plump, every inch of skin contains vigorous strength, as if you can use these legs to reach every place in the world.

This is a healthy body.

precious wealth of mankind.

180 caressed Xie Bujing's body, his face gradually revealed the innocence of his age.It's as if a child can't put it down when he sees his cherished toy.

After touching his thigh, he turned his gaze to the other's protruding calf muscles. His eyes continued to look down, the arc contracted downwards from the calf, and finally two round protrusions appeared——

This is Xie Bujing's ankle.

Dry, tight and full of power.

It's really amazing that this small joint supports human beings to travel everywhere in the world.

"Cough...!" Xie Bujing coughed lightly, reminding the other party to pay attention to the scale.He really didn't want 180 to spare even his toes.

Only then did 180 recover from the state of obsession.

He quickly withdrew his hand and said solemnly: "Okay, this is the whole situation in our world, do you choose to accept the mission?"

Xie Bujing nodded: "I accept."

"Ok."

180 sat back on the car and returned to the unsmiling system.

"Currently we are actively resisting the rule of artificial intelligence. Although sports are still illegal, we will change the legislation one day. Please continue to complete the task of winning the championship in the small world and accumulate energy for long-distance space jumps."

Xie Bujing: "Isn't the consideration not over yet?"

180 was taken aback, but he didn't expect the other party to even consider this aspect. Instead of continuing to hide it, it is better to simply admit it: "Of course, this is also a consideration. Do you think there is a problem?"

"No," Xie Bujing shook his head.

"Very good, so happy to cooperate." 180 stretched out his fleshy little hand.

"Pleasant to work with."

In fact, it is not difficult to think of this point. Although 180 can control the system, it is still just a child after all, and there must be a huge organization behind it.

The larger the organization, the more organized it will be in doing things. It is impossible to entrust him with the task of saving the world just because he won the championship in one world.

Xie Bujing doesn't mind being censored.

Rather, the more cautious the other party is, the more he will believe that they really want to complete the task.

Such a business-like attitude is the best for both parties.

A burst of white light faded, and Xie Bujing returned to his world.

……

8 years later.

The 2030 Winter Olympics has come to an end.

The Huaguo alpine skiing men's team won 2 golds, 3 silvers and 2 bronzes.

Veteran Jiang Xuekuo came back strong and won two gold medals.

However, Xie Bujing, the champion of the 2022 and 2026 Winter Olympics and four consecutive World Cups, did not participate in the competition, but came to the scene as the team leader coach.

Four years ago, Xie Bujing chose to retire when he was in the limelight and became the coach of the national alpine ski team.

Under his leadership, veterans such as Jiang Xuekuo and Chen Jing continued to rejuvenate, and more and more newcomers also thrived under his training.

The Huaguo alpine skiing team has become stronger and stronger, and has achieved good points rankings in the Alpine Skiing World Cup-National Cup for several consecutive years.

In addition, he also set up an ice and snow fund to create opportunities for more teenagers to get in touch with skiing.

And now, another 4 years have passed.

He decided to resign as a coach from the national team and end his skiing career completely.

"Have you really decided?"

No. 2 Stadium Road, Beijing City, the office of a leader.

A middle-aged man sat at the office desk and said in a gentle tone: "If you have any difficulties, you can bring them up for discussion, and the organization will try their best to help you solve them."

"No, it's my personal problem. Thank you for training me over the years."

Xie Bujing stood up and bowed deeply towards the other party: "Xie Bujing, the coach of the men's team of the National Alpine Ski Team, has applied for resignation, and I hope the leader will approve it."

The man sighed deeply, and finally signed Xie Bujing's resignation application.

Before leaving, Xie Bujing visited Ruan Hanlin once.

At this time, Ruan Hanlin has entered the national team and won the third place in the free skating at the World Junior Figure Skating Championships.

When Xie Bujing passed by, Ruan Hanlin was rehearsing the newly arranged program.

The teenager was training in soft black training clothes, and when he saw him coming, he kept blinking at him.

Xie Bujing waved his hand, signaling him not to worry, he would wait for him.

When the coach said to take a break, Ruan Hanlin jumped up instantly and ran towards Xie Bujing on his skates.

The 16-year-old has shed baby fat, his limbs are slender and elegant, and he emphasizes both strength and beauty. He is the most suitable age for figure skating.

"Teacher!" Ruan Hanlin hooked Xie Bujing's neck through the wall of the ice rink, "You haven't come to see me for a long time!"

"Isn't this coming? How come the older you are, the more you will act like a baby?" Xie Bujing complained, but couldn't hide the smile on the corner of his mouth.

He smiled and took off the hands on his neck, and asked, "How are you doing?"

Speaking of this, Ruan Hanlin suddenly turned into a bitter face.

"Not very good...the coach said my choreography has no emotion."

Feelings...

This is indeed one of the most important things to enhance artistic expression.

Xie Bujing touched his chin: "Why don't you slide it for me to see?"

The theme song is Chopin's "Farewell Song", which is gentle and melancholy.Coupled with Ruan Hanlin's movements, it is quite pleasing to the eye.

After Ruan Hanlin finished skating, he asked cautiously: "How is it? In fact, there is still a little, right?"

Xie Bujing: "..."

Ruan Hanlin's expression changed: "So there really isn't one?"

Xie Bu sighed in amazement, and put his right hand on his heart: "I saw the gorgeous skills, but I didn't have any touch here."

Ruan Hanlin's expression was completely blank, and it took a while before he muttered: "Why did the coach choose this song for me? He let me bring my life experience, but I have never experienced any similar feelings in my life."

"If you can't find it in your life, then look for it from the literary works that can impress you." Xie Bujing said, "The reason why the coach arranged "Farewell Song" is because your temperament and body shape are very suitable for this style. artistic presentation."

Ruan Hanlin tilted his head: "Temperament?"

"Well," Xie Bujing rubbed his head and said softly, "You are a sensitive and soft boy."

Ruan Hanlin was taken aback and blushed.

"Don't be afraid," Xie Bujing said slowly, "For art practitioners, this is a very precious asset. As long as you feel it with your heart, you will definitely find the emotions that match it."

"Well," Ruan Hanlin seemed to understand something, nodded heavily, "I see!"

At the end of the break, Ruan Hanlin was called back to the training ground by the coach, and Xie Bujing waited until the end of his evening training.

"Teacher," Ruan Hanlin said, wiping the sweat off his face, his cheeks flushed, "I have a match next month, do you want to watch it?"

Xie Bujing shook his head: "I can't go."

Ruan Hanlin knew that Xie Bujing was very busy, so he continued to ask: "Then if I reach the finals of the World Championships next year, teacher, can you come?"

"Ruan Ruan," Xie Bujing looked into his eyes and said softly, "I'm leaving."

"Ah?" Ruan Hanlin didn't realize it for a while, "Don't you have dinner?"

Xie Bujing emphasized: "I'm leaving."

Ruan Hanlin was taken aback, and left...

For a moment, he seemed to be back 11 years ago, when Xie Bujing said he would leave him to go skiing.

But now Ruan Hanlin didn't cry anymore, he just looked at Xie Bujing, and asked softly, "Aren't you coming back?"

"Well, not coming back."

"Then can I still meet you in the future?"

"Probably not."

"Oh." Ruan Hanlin lowered his head and said for a long time, "So you came to say goodbye to me."

"Well, I've come to say goodbye to you."

The following year, in March, the World Figure Skating Championships.

Ruan Hanlin, a teenager from China, broke into the World Championships and performed his short program in front of ice fans all over the world.

Subject: Farewell

Music from Chopin's "Farewell"

The young man's performance at the beginning is romantic and gentle, the emotions in the middle stage are gradually uplifting, and finally he is deeply melancholy and bewildered.

Xie Bujing left him to go skiing 11 years ago, and he pestered Xie Bujing to perform a Bellman spin.

In the World Championships 11 years later, Ruan Hanlin grasped the ice blade with both hands over his head, and his body spun rapidly in the shape of water droplets.

Under the high-speed rotation, everything around is rapidly disappearing, just like yesterday.

Goodbye, teacher.

The day after watching Ruan Hanlin, Xie Bujing attended Xie Bufan's birthday party.

"Seriously?" After dinner, Xie Bufan's girlfriend whispered to him, "Your brother is so handsome and doesn't have a girlfriend? How about I introduce my girlfriend to him?"

Xie Bufan asked with a smile: "Won't your best friend dislike him for being too old?"

"How could it be?" The girl exaggeratedly widened her eyes, "He's not yet 30 years old, and this is when a man is at his most attractive!"

"Let's forget it," Xie Bufan shook his head, "My brother has other things to do."

Xie Bufan vaguely felt that his brother might never fall in love in his life.

Ten days before leaving, Xie Bujing transferred the real estate and savings to Xie Bufan's name, and bought various insurances for grandma.

Finally, he stood at the door and said to Xie Bufan, "Bufan, I have to go."

"Let's go?" Xie Bufan looked up blankly, vaguely aware of something, "Then are you coming back?"

Xie Bujing just smiled, the expression in his eyes said everything.

Xie Bufan's eyes turned red immediately, he sniffed and restrained his emotions: "Go slowly, I will take good care of grandma."

In fact, he had noticed the difference in his brother a long time ago.

After all, the elder brother who had always been indifferent suddenly became gentle and kind, and anyone would notice the difference between them.

Moreover, their personalities and preferences are completely different, as if they are two people.

Xie Bufan had a secret guess in his heart, but he never told anyone.

Until now, he finally got the answer he longed for.

But so what?He will always be his best brother.

……

There are 10 days left before he leaves the world.

Xie Bujing didn't want people he knew to know that he was gone, and planned to find a decent place to dispose of himself.

He went downstairs while searching for the location, but unexpectedly ran into an unexpected person at the gate of the community.

"Where are you going?" Jiang Xuekuo leaned against the car, and said in a natural tone, "I'll see you off."

He rarely wore a white shirt with a black jacket over it, and his hair was neatly combed.

Nearly [-] years old, Jiang Xuekuo has lost the youthfulness of adolescence, and has become a very attractive adult man. The little girl passing by sneaks a look at him, and her face turns red with excitement.

"You can't see me off," Xie Bu smiled in surprise, "If you can, walk around with me."

"Okay." Jiang Xuekuo followed.

Spring came early this year, before March, the winter jasmine has already bloomed a large area of ​​golden flowers, especially eye-catching on the withered yellow grass.

Xie Bujing: "Did you not train today?"

Jiang Xuekuo: "I have retired from the team."

"Retired?" Xie Bujing was a little surprised, "Don't learn from me."

"Don't be so narcissistic, it's my own career plan," Jiang Xuekuo laughed, "I'm going to be 30 soon, and the young players in the team are popping up one after another, so I won't compete with them. And I signed the Taurus, intending to become a As an extreme skier, the recent plan is to go to k2 to shoot mountaineering and skiing."

Mountain skiing is a relatively small branch of extreme sports. Simply put, it is to climb to the top of the mountain with skis on your back and then slide down. This sport has become an official competition in the 2026 Milan-Cortina d'Ampezzo Winter Olympics project.

Xie Bujing nodded: "That's good too."

"What about you? What are your plans for the future?"

Xie Bujing half-jokingly and half-seriously said: "Why don't I go to k2 with you?"

"You go as soon as you say?" Jiang Xuekuo pretended, "Maybe Taurus won't let you go."

"Really?" Xie Bujing said regretfully, "Then I still won't go..."

"Unless you ask me." Jiang Xuekuo said again.

Xie Bujing raised his eyebrows: "But I don't want to beg you, what should I do?"

"Then I beg you."

Xie Bu was taken aback.

The casual smile on Jiang Xuekuo's face disappeared.

In late winter and early spring, the sky is blue.The tall locust tree is still brown, but the winter jasmine by the roadside has already revealed new buds.

Jiang Xuekuo watched Xie Bujing in the spring breeze, his eyes were unprecedentedly focused and full of tenderness.

He asked, "Would you like to challenge K[-] with me?"

Xie Bujing nodded lightly: "I am willing."

March 2030, towering Kunlun, K3.

Xie Bujing jumped into the endless white and said goodbye to this world.

Wudaokou Vocational and Technical College, Institute of Brain Science, Experimental Building.

The experimental cabin slowly opened, and Duan Yan woke up from the machine, surrounded by dozens of eager scientists.

Duan Yan looked at the surrounding environment a little strangely, and it took a long time before he uttered a sentence: "How long have I been in?"

One researcher replied: "3 days."

"Oh, 3 days."

Duan Yan got up from the machine, then kept looking at Xie Bujing who was at the side, and never said a word.

It was only 3 days, but there was a melancholy and lonely expression on his face, as if he had experienced a long life.

There are dozens of people around, you look at me, I look at you, there are a lot of questions I want to ask Duan Yan.

For example, did you feel anything while you were asleep?

Are you really connected to Xie Bujing's brainwaves?

You said that Xie Bujing’s consciousness is active in another world, so did you also enter it?

However, when they saw Duan Yan's expression, no one in the entire research team dared to disturb him.

It took a long time before Duan Yan looked away, and returned to his usual serious and brisk expression in the laboratory.

"it works."

Everyone was stunned, and didn't react for a while.

"Immediately prepare for the second connection," Duan Yan stood up, "I may go in again soon."

it works?

Second connection? !

Everyone's eyes lit up one after another: "Understood! Get it done now! Get all your hair out!"

The entire laboratory was boiling, and it was working non-stop.

Jiang Xuekuo.

Duan Yan typed the name into the programmer and slowly laughed.

This time it was his first time entering the world without preparation.

In the next world, he won't let himself lose his memory again.