I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 2: Yes!

His mind was a mess, causing Chen Feng to be out of state all day.

Fortunately, the work of the apartment housekeeper is very simple and mechanical, with little technical content.

And today Chen Feng was lucky, no troublesome things happened, only a few trivial things were simply dealt with.

In the afternoon, he went to the company to attend the monthly summary meeting, and he was still absent-minded throughout the meeting.

He racked his brains to recall everything in the dream, and the more he thought about it, the more unpleasant it was.

As a "traverser", to understand a world, of course, you must first understand the history of this world.

In the dream, he put a lot of thought into this.

He uses the time point of his own life as the boundary, and divides the history in the dream world into two.

In the first half of history, the dream world and the real world completely overlapped and were exactly the same.

After waking up, he thought that the dream itself is based on his own world view, so the first half of history and the real history must overlap.

But is it correct to push back the second half of "history" a thousand years from now and take place in the future?

Chen Feng was completely at a loss, because the second half of the historical materials he could find were very sketchy and had no reference value, and even the level of detail in junior high school history textbooks was not as detailed.

A hundred years of time can be summed up in one sentence, the span is too large, as if it was artificially covered with a layer of fog, and there is no important node that can be used to make a fortune.

What lottery numbers, stock market trends, important policy changes, demolition and resettlement plans... none of them.

When Chen Feng was still in his dream, he couldn't understand this, and storing some historical materials would not take up much hard drive, but he just didn't.

When he first woke up and collected his thoughts, he pondered for a long time and came to a depressing conclusion.

This "history" is fake, and it's all conjectures based on dreams based on one's own worldview.

It starts with a dream, and the content depends entirely on the brain, of course it will be like this.

Since history is all made up in his own dreams, his dream of making a fortune by using the prophetic prophet has been shattered.

But the songs he listened to, the novels he read, the movies he watched, and the games he played when he was a low-income household in his dreams were all true and perfect.

The contrast between the detailed entertainment resources and the hazy historical data is simply incredible.

Chen Feng doesn't think he has the talent to create at all, but how can he make up the entertainment in such a detailed way?

Can't figure it out.

He originally planned to stop thinking about it if he couldn't figure it out, put himself into work with peace of mind, and regain his real life, but when he pushed open the door, he bumped into Zhong Lei.

Chen Feng didn't know her at all before. He didn't know what she looked like, let alone her origin. There was no possibility of making up this person.

But this one has also left a name in the historical materials of the outline of the dream world, and has been famous for thousands of years in the field of art and entertainment.

She's by her side now!

Without the slightest bit of defense, she just appeared so bluntly and domineering.

Chen Feng couldn't calm down.

He begins to take the initiative to believe that everything in the dream is real.

In the dream, Zhong Lei's life story did not mention Chen Feng, her former apartment housekeeper and neighbor.

It can only be because the friendship between the two is too shallow, Zhong Lei has soared to the sky, but Chen Feng can't even keep a name for his popularity.

Chen Feng didn't know that before, and didn't like to deal with strangers.

But now that he has made this big discovery, how can he keep his heart a little bit?

Comparing heart to heart, Da Vinci, Picasso or Du Fu's neighbors should know that they can make a name for themselves in the future, can they think about it?

Chen Feng is also a mortal man. After all, he does not have the idea of ​​being taller and more high-tech, and he cannot do it, but it would be foolish to let go of a shortcut to success like hugging your thighs!

That's not an ordinary thick thigh, that's Beethoven living in the contemporary age!

Now the two are neighbors upstairs and downstairs in the same apartment and share the same apartment door. Rounding up is equal to the same roommate. Chen Feng thinks he has a great chance.

Now Zhong Lei is twenty-one years old, and she is still an unemployed vagabond who has just dropped out of college.

When we meet at the end of the day, friendship is sincere enough.

Don't talk about becoming a boyfriend or girlfriend, as long as you deliberately get close, and then ask for warmth, you will become a close friend, and you will always be able to get her in the future.

He didn't have the luxury of being able to follow Qing Shi's name, he just hoped that after Zhong Lei took off in the future, it would be enough to give him a hand.

After making up his mind, Chen Feng began to think about how to make friends with Zhong Leitao.

He had a lot of ways to talk in his mind.

But it didn't take long for him to get a little crazy.

Because of his relatively special family background, he has been very withdrawn since childhood, not very good at socializing, and has few serious friends.

Let him take the initiative to approach a person of the opposite sex, even if the purpose is not to pick up girls, it is a bit difficult and uncomfortable.

Chen Feng's heart is bitter, forget it, the boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge, and then it will be time to adapt.

After the company meeting, Chen Feng had a light meal outside and then went home.

When I got home, it was about 7:30. I opened the door and saw Zhong Lei coming downstairs, and bumped into her face again.

She still looks a little confused, presumably having slept all day.

She had light makeup on her face, and she didn't know what she was going to do.

After chatting a little stiff in the morning, Chen Feng smiled awkwardly and said, "Good evening."

When suddenly greeted by him, Zhong Lei seemed a little uncomfortable and turned to look at him.

"Oh. Good evening."

Zhong Lei held her mouth for about ten seconds before she could speak.

The tone is flat, emotionless, robotic.

Chen Feng was quite satisfied with this, at least the two sides had a rare chance to have a serious chat for the first time.

If you're an experienced social player, you'll probably quit when you know it's good, and continue to strike up a conversation next time.

But Chen Feng didn't think about it that much, he opened his mouth and asked, "By the way, where are you going at night?"

Zhong Lei was stunned for a moment, then suddenly she looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her expression suddenly turned cold, and she said sternly, "Never mind your business."

She rolled her eyes again, even pouted, and walked away on her own.

The conversation was even stiffer than in the morning.

Chen Feng froze in place.

He didn't even know what he was doing wrong.

Although they are strangers to each other, they are still neighbors.

"Nervous disease. Take the wrong medicine!"

After several minutes passed, Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

When he returned to his room, he was still furious.

On the other hand, Zhong Lei took a taxi after going out and went to a high-end bar in the central district of Hanzhou.

Because of dropping out of school, she had a quarrel with her family.

This means that from now on she has to learn to survive on her own, so she finds a job as a resident singer in a bar.

She doesn't like the job at all.

As an academic music and art student, she is very arrogant. She thinks that the job of a bar singer is very low, and regards it as a shame, but life must go on. Even if she is disgusted, she can hold her nose. admit.

So just when Chen Feng asked her where she was going, she actually touched the pain in her heart.

Even though Chen Feng's expression was serious, she herself felt that Chen Feng had seen through his work, and his smile was full of irony and teasing.

He was deliberately making fun of himself, who went out late and returned early, for doing a serious job.

That's why Zhong Lei reacted so much, she even sulked when she was sitting in the car.

Chen Feng naturally couldn't know or imagine Zhong Lei's series of psychological activities.

The wishful thinking of hugging his thighs had just begun, when he suffered a tragic accident, which made Chen Feng feel a little frustrated.

Zhong Lei is too eccentric, moody, more withdrawn than herself, and extremely difficult to deal with, giving people the feeling that a cow can't eat a pumpkin.

"Otherwise, forget it?" Chen Feng said to himself.

But he was not reconciled.

That's one of the top 100 people in the millennium art history!

Don't look at today's developed entertainment industry, there are so many stars as dogs, and big names walk around, it's useless.

In the first 50 years of the 21st century, looking at home and abroad, there were as many actors, singers, composers, directors, painters, and writers as the crucian carp crossing the river, but in the thousand-year art history, only Zhong Lei and Few other people can make the top 100!

How great this is.

One or two have not yet been born, and Chen Feng can't get close to the parents of these people in advance.

Even if he can do it, when these people achieve success, I am afraid that Chen Feng himself will be in his 70s and 80s.

There are a few who have been famous for a long time now. Chen Feng knows these people, but these people don't know him, and he has no chance to get close to each other.

There are also individual painters who are now in a state of desperation, and Chen Feng can easily approach them.

But as painters, they all know that they are unknown when they are alive, and they will become more and more sought after after death.

For example, the one Chen Feng knew, three hundred years after his death, the world finally recognized his artistic achievements.

Three hundred years, Chen Feng and the painter himself could not wait.

So after thinking about it, the only thing with practical value is Zhong Lei.

"It is said that there is only a thin line between genius and lunatic. It seems natural that Zhong Lei can achieve such achievements, and there are some mavericks in her personality."

Thinking of this, he forgave Zhong Lei again.

Since the straight-forward approach is almost impossible, then change the way of thinking to save the country.

This night, Chen Feng tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

After careful consideration, he slowly came up with new ideas.

He decided to copy the song.

Anyway, the whole year I spent in the dreamland was wasted, and I only cared about having fun all day long. I had a lot of knowledge about leisure and entertainment works such as TV, movies, novels, games, and songs. It is better to use it as waste.

It's a mistake to think about forcibly hugging your thighs, you have to take the initiative to explore your own advantages.

First make yourself stronger, and then let the thighs of the chick take the initiative to hug you!

Those works I have seen in my dreams are my advantage!

So what am I copying?

The volume of movies and TV shows is too large, and it is difficult to realize them.

Fiction?

The number of words is too many, and most of them only vaguely remember the vague plot, so that he can't memorize it.

Reluctantly write a novel according to a vague plot?

Don't be kidding, there are so many words, and writing novels is so tiring, it may not be popular in this time period, and the input-output ratio is too low.

Furthermore, each person's own hand-typed text is destined to have different personal characteristics for each person.

The same thing, when told by different people, has a very different taste.

Chen Feng is very self-aware, at least he is not the material at the moment, and the script is the same.

As for the development of games, it is even more absurd and funny. The investment is not small, and with the current level of technology, he cannot develop the high-end games he once played.

Therefore, considering various factors, the simplest and easiest to realize is copying songs.

It's a pity that Chen Feng didn't come from an artistic background and never studied music before,

Even though he has listened to those songs many times, now he can barely recall part of the melody, hum a few lines off and on, and is still out of tune.

But you have to try.

Chen Feng made a schedule. First, he tried his best to recall the most impressive songs. At the same time, he learned basic music theory and tried to restore the songs as much as possible with the simplest tune.

This process is of course difficult, but he at least has more hazy finished songs in his mind than ordinary people who have nothing.

Copying songs has another benefit that cannot be ignored.

This is clearly for Zhong Lei's favor.

Now everyone is a stranger, so it's so difficult to get close.

But if you become a like-minded comrade, you won't be so cruel, right?

Isn't it beautiful that everyone is neighbors up and down the stairs, and can learn and progress together?

Chen Feng didn't sleep anymore, jumped up from the bed, turned on the computer and started writing.

He decided to write down the most important lyrics in his most memorable songs, the most important lyrics that could come as soon as he opened his mouth, and hummed it twice first, so as not to forget it later.

Ten minutes later, he looked at the seven or eight lines of lyrics in front of him and froze.

"Boring"

【Broken wine glassBusty crowdIn this cold nightA few people get drunk alone

You laugh at me with too much makeupI laugh at you don't understandIf you don't put on blushHow can you sink into a daydream...]

This is Zhong Lei's song, but it's not her representative work~IndoMTL.com~ but her early work.

The lyrics and tunes are very immature, but it is very moving under the interpretation of her wonderful voice and perfect emotional explosion.

This song's creative level is not high, and its influence depends entirely on the singer's ability to sing well.

This song, when Chen Feng first listened to it, seemed to be sung about the loneliness and loneliness of a hard-working office worker in real life.

At that time, he was deeply touched. He didn't expect that after more than half a year, the first song he thought of was "Boring".

Could it be that the first thing I copied was Zhong Lei's song?

Wouldn't that be a bit too much?

Could she have written it, just not published it?

Wait!

If she hasn't written it now and will write it in the future, does the song represent her state of mind at some point in the future?

If I write it and sing it for her, it should make her feel like she's seeing each other late, right?

She would consider me a confidant?

When she sings my song and becomes popular, will my thighs be firmly held?

Also, she seems to have just moved in, so she probably just dropped out of school not long ago.

Now she goes out at night and comes back in the morning.

She doesn't seem to like clubbing, so considering her resume, is she a resident singer in a bar?

She got tired of life after singing songs in bars for a while, so she wrote this "Boring", which is set in a bar?

Chen Feng used his brains, developed his reasoning ability comparable to Conan Edogawa, analyzed the situation crazily, and really gave him a right guess.

So I'll start writing now and show her in a few days, just in time!

In the end, he didn't realize why Zhong Lei was angry before.