I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 11: Acid and firecrackers

Time can't stand it, Chen Feng waited, and unknowingly, another week was wasted.

Compared with the goal-oriented struggle in the dream, Chen Feng has more trivial matters after he came out.

He still has to go to work, deal with apartment chores from time to time, and go to the company headquarters to attend some pointless but must-go meetings from time to time.

This is the daily routine of most urban white-collar workers in the world.

I was busy and busy, and said that I must do something in my spare time, but in the blink of an eye, my precious time was inexplicably stolen.

Chen Feng originally planned to take advantage of these few days to collect more information on music-related companies. No matter which city it was, he would take an annual leave from the company and make a concentrated trip.

Or follow the entertainment information to see if there are any well-known music insiders coming to Hanzhou to do activities, and then learn from those groupies to kill them, and see if you can take a chance and stop a Bole on the road.

It's a pity that he is not a fan circle after all, so he can't get first-hand information.

By the time he saw it in the entertainment news, people had come and gone.

In the past two weeks, the only thing Chen Feng has done well is to persevere in exercising, running ten kilometers every day and night.

He didn't run very fast, the goal was to recover, and the effect was basically achieved.

Only two weeks have passed, and his physique has recovered a lot.

When he first started running, he ran 10 kilometers for two hours from nine o'clock to eleven o'clock, which is equivalent to a pace of 12. This is a sign of a considerable degree of physical weakness.

But two weeks later, he ran the 10K in about 70 minutes with the Fartlek, and his pace became a 7, a remarkable improvement.

Young is good, recovering fast enough.

At nine o'clock that night, he put on his sports clothes again, put on low-quality running shoes, went downstairs, and left the community.

It's almost winter, and Hanzhou is a little cooler at night. Chen Feng tightened his collar, looked left and right, chose a direction, and trot forward with his head buried in it.

In the first two weeks, he ran around the community in circles, and it was exactly ten kilometers after five laps.

But it's a little boring to always run the same route. This time, he decided to run farther away. There are four traffic lights in the planned route.

But it doesn't matter, you should rest when you wait for the traffic lights.

After walking for about 400 or 500 meters, you will reach the first traffic light intersection.

At this time, a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his body was warm, and the soles of his feet were a little sore, all because of bad shoes.

Chen Feng paused, put his tongue against his upper jaw, and carefully controlled his breathing rhythm.

When it's cold, don't inhale too hard, otherwise the flank will easily hurt.

There are about 20 or 30 people around waiting for the traffic lights, most of them are young men and women dressed in fashion.

Although the night is cold, the beauties are not thickly dressed, short skirts and shorts, and black and white stockings of unknown thickness.

These people were talking loudly and seemed to be in high spirits.

Most of the net names they call each other are strange names such as "Wolf Line", "Wuma", "Red Sleeve", "Bao'er", "Hunting Dream" and so on.

The content of their conversation is far and wide. It seems that they are promoting themselves by describing their own experiences, and they are also carefully testing and speculating on the authenticity of the other party's identity. Raiders strategy.

Chen Feng looked at the street in front of the traffic lights with neon lights flickering, and felt a little stunned.

The street in front is called Shaolin Road, which is a famous bar street in Hanzhou City. Many famous nightclubs such as SuperClub and Yuehe have flagship stores here.

These men and women should all be going to the night show to have fun.

Zhong Lei lives in the Weston apartment. It is precisely because it is very close to Shaolin Road that her night shows are basically concentrated here.

Chen Feng wanted to turn around and leave.

With his current age and the fact that he is single, clubbing and nightclubs should have been his entertainment life.

But he really can't bear the little money he's worked so hard to save.

Unlike other peers, Chen Feng can only rely on himself if he wants to take root in the city.

Even if you live frugally every month, you can only save two or three thousand. The money saved for half a year is enough to buy a one-square-meter house in downtown Hanzhou, but I have an idea.

Therefore, although it is close, Chen Feng has never liked going to Shaolin Road.

He is afraid of being sour.

Today, he also wants to turn around, so don't go to Shaolin Road to make fun of yourself.

While thinking so, the red light turns green, and you can pass.

The men and women in front of Chen Feng were about to take a step forward when a fiery red Ferrari roared past with a roaring sound like a stuffy bull, passing everyone. It was thrilling and exciting. Jump, mess up.

The flaming taillights dragged four distorted shadows on the dimly lit street and quickly disappeared.

The young men and women who had been chatting hotly just now fell into awkward silence after scolding.

Chen Feng's eyes were sharp, and the moment the car passed, he could clearly see the scene inside.

The young man sitting in the co-pilot was holding the steering wheel with his left hand, and holding a woman's head with his right hand.

Chen Feng didn't see the woman's face clearly, but it wasn't ugly either.

It's not hard for him to guess what the woman is doing.

This **** rich second generation.

Well, it's still sour.

Some people are born at the end of happiness, not comparable.

A bump on the shoulder caused him to lose his balance slightly and take a step forward.

Chen Feng walked forward along the crowd. Forget it, I have been sore once today, and I won't be sore again~IndoMTL.com~Cross the road and keep running.

Across the street, it is only a few hundred meters away from the residential area on the Weston side, but it is already two worlds.

While it was quiet and deserted, it was feasting and feasting.

Chen Feng buried his head, regardless of the people around him, he just ran for himself.

While running, he was not idle, but kept thinking about what to do next.

I have already copied two songs, and I should have done a great job. It's been two weeks since I came back, but I still can't open the situation.

He doesn't understand.

In so many novels I've read before, once the protagonist gets the golden finger, which one doesn't take off in minutes, how can it be so difficult to get here?

Could it be that my use of the golden finger is wrong?

Shouldn't I copy songs?

Should I copy something else?

Next time, I'll change my mind and look at more biographies, and then go to discover some entertainment talents that will rise a little in the next few years?

I can't hold onto Zhong Lei's thighs that are more than a thousand years old, so I'll be the next best thing, and develop a few less vigorous head offices, right?

"What are you doing! Let go! I'm calling the police!"

There was an exclamation not far away.

Chen Feng subconsciously stopped.

The stop was so sharp that he nearly stumbled to the ground.

Chen Feng held onto the street light pole and looked to the side.

A woman with a guitar on her back struggles to break free from the hands of a young man.

The man seemed to want to pull her into the car that was parked on the side of the road.

Well, it's another red Ferrari, I don't know if it's the one that passed by earlier.

After being freed, the man tried to grab her again, but was slapped in the face by the woman.

There was a crisp sound, like a firecracker.