I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 276: The Sorrows of the Perfectionist Zebra Prince
It is completely different from the usual lively. The streets are deserted and pedestrians are sparse. Even coins that fall to the ground can accumulate a layer of dust and no one can pick them up.
I don't know what happened. Chen Feng, who was too worried, didn't bother to ask, and just walked slowly with his hands in his pockets.
The external environment is deserted and less distracting.
Solitude is the best soil for nurturing divergent thinking. Chen Feng's mind subconsciously began to follow the reins.
He figured out the general idea before, but there are still problems that have been plaguing him.
The leader's question.
He doesn't like the leadership position.
This time he bites the bullet and reluctantly gets on.
Judging from the results, he did a pretty good job.
But he actually prefers to have a leader with brains and charisma who absolutely trusts him to help him shelter from the wind and rain, and he only needs to provide information and charge the battle, that's great.
But he scratched his scalp and couldn't figure out how to help a leader out of the air.
Theoretically, Tang Tianxin is the perfect candidate.
However, Chen Feng couldn't accurately control the status of the child's mother every time he passed by.
It's the greatest blessing that she still exists, and I can't ask for more.
This time Chen Feng went so smoothly, and the child's mother also successfully took over the military power. There are many coincidences in it.
The tragic Hundred Years War has made the fate of mankind miserable, but it is also the era of heroes.
Chen Feng came into being as the times require, like a **** who came into the world, played the key role in the major battles against Lei, and then took out the identity of the millennium prophet at the right time in the desperate situation of the whole family, completely conquered Lei and turned her into a Fanxing, this is the undisputed position in power.
The right place, the right place and the right people are indispensable, and it may not be easy to reproduce.
If the next time is a peaceful time, and the child's mother is only a major general or even a lower position, Chen Feng feels that it is difficult to make her a leader in just one year.
Even if he blew himself up again and let the world recognize his identity as a thousand-year-old prophet, he would not have been trained by blood and fire, nor had he truly entered the battlefield to prove himself, even if he hanged and beat all mankind on the training ground Can easily overwhelm everyone.
Others will recommend him to be the sharpest knife in human beings, but Tang Tianxin may not be able to regain control of the country in the command sequence.
However, the opportunity created by Lei's cold-blooded killing, Chen Feng didn't want to experience the second time.
17 billion times I'm sorry, it's too tiring to say.
Chen Feng shook his head, trying to tell himself that he couldn't figure out what he couldn't figure out, so he didn't bother, and the boat went straight to the bridge.
But people's hearts are hard to control. If he can really control his mind easily, if he can't think about what he has to think about, he can immediately stop thinking about it, then he should check himself, whether he is reviewing "Outside the World" in his mind. Song" has been played too many times, and a self-infiltrating moth has been made.
Unconsciously, Chen Feng walked through the gate of Mason College leisurely.
The guard knew him, and when he saw his preoccupied appearance, he didn't come up to say hello, so as not to disturb the thinking of this big man.
As the doorman of a music hall like Mason College, after all, I have some insight, and I usually know the news of the industry.
Aside from Katie Swift's "Burning Fire", which was composed by Chen Feng and won at Grammys, Chen Feng sold the songs that he wrote and composed in the past two months. English songs have also been released one after another, and they landed at the top of the Billboard charts.
Even, two rare Chinese songs appeared in the top 50 of this chart belonging to the European and American circles.
A song "Self Burning" from Zhong Lei.
A song "Across the Stars" from Lu Wei.
The mediocre pursue fame and fortune, and the strong above the times will bring fame and fortune.
Chen Feng is now an undisputed strong man, easily breaking through the shackles of Dongfang's face.
Seeing Chen Feng's indifferent back with his hands in his pockets, the guard thought to himself, he must be thinking of some world-shattering masterpiece, right?
What a terrific, out of whack-a-mole guy who thinks all the time.
It is precisely because of this kind of focus that he can become the big man who is famous all over the world today.
Chen Feng didn't care about the thoughts of others. After Xin stepped in, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a white-painted wooden chair next to the fountain flower bed in the small square of the college. He sat down subconsciously, propped up his chin with his right hand. , leaning over in a contemplative form.
The face of the guard who looked at him from a distance changed slightly.
Forget it.
He's so rich he doesn't care about a mere set of clothes.
After sitting down on the bench, Chen Feng thought of the last scene again.
Take your body as bait and return with the enemy.
It seems very imposing, but in fact it is a helpless act of a lone wolf.
This time, he is the only galactic human, and it is difficult to say a single hand, and can only kill one of them.
If next time he has more and stronger comrades-in-arms, or even he is no longer the strongest fighter of mankind, he just needs to mix in the army and be a salted fish soldier, and then be taken away by the bosses. How will it be?
Also, this time, due to limited conditions, only 200,000 particle bombs were prepared.
If the next time is more perfect, the overall human strength will be stronger, the mandatory demand for personnel will be reduced, and then more population will be retained, and 100 million particle bombs will be filled directly at the location where the invaders appear. Wouldn't it be fun to blow it up until the ash was annihilated?
This idea may seem absurd, but it is actually very feasible, and it is only one step away.
Even if he didn't consider these sideways, he took the regular frontal battle, and this time he forced out four brand new hole cards from the invaders in one go.
Among them, the Dragonfly fighter and the black hole bomb were analyzed to the bottom, and they were quickly summarized by Fanxing into a collection of essays, which were projected onto Chen Feng's retina and forcibly recorded.
In the past tense, as long as there is no major technological regression, he can find appropriate opportunities to use these things.
Next time, as long as future generations don't make a big death and kill themselves first, human beings really can't lose.
After winning, Chen Feng felt that he could live a serious life and enjoy life once in the future.
If I can spend my whole life learning scientific and technological knowledge, and become a person like Dong Shan who learns from the best of the family, or a university researcher like Ou Qinglan who is the best in a certain field, it will be a happy thing.
If I can really learn and master a subject and bring it back to the 21st century, what will the future be like?
Chen Feng just imagined such a situation for a while, and he was a little confused.
He shook his head, and quickly pulled away from this worthless fantasy to reconsider the business.
How can human beings become more perfect?
Chen Feng tilted his head slightly and looked at the white guard who was also secretly looking at him with admiration.
He remembered the more fanatical admiration of Lu Xianfeng, Lawrence and others when they looked at him.
Alas, it would have been so easy if some great leaders could be brought up in the 30th century.
Last time, "Master Chen Feng" initially formed the ideology of "prophet", but it was not strong enough to have an impact on future generations, and it was not enough to deeply affect human behavior and motivation across five hundred years, and it was not strong enough to form a strong enough binding force. , allowing future generations to surround themselves with their own will, showing a completely healthy competition pattern.
It eventually evolved into a 389-year-old spokesperson war, and became the final thrust that led to Radicalization of Lei, allowing her to set off an even more brutal Hundred Years War.
Fortunately, with my own existence, I can finally combine the achievements of Lei with the achievements of the Freedom Front, so that these hundreds of years will not be wasted.
In this kind of unhealthy competition, although the world powers and Lei have accelerated the development of science and technology due to the arms race, Chen Feng subconsciously felt that if there were several great leaders who succeeded mankind during the years, the vicious competition would be guided into benign.
How good is it to maintain the intensity of competition and control it within a certain range, so that war does not really happen?
But he really couldn't think of any way to span time and precisely control the ideology of future generations to such a degree.
It's so hard!
He frantically scratches his head.
Finally reluctantly smooth, Chen Feng thinks that he can only try to find a way to pass on the ideology left by his deceased self from generation to generation in a timeline full of random variables.
And pray that my beliefs can really be strong enough to span hundreds of years and project onto one or a group of talented and noble heirs, and prompt these people to stand up, develop their potential, and undertake Responsibility to lead civilization.
Perfectionists are good at asking for troubles. Chen Feng is not a perfectionist at all, he is an extreme perfectionist who is forced into shape by every human life.
This time he really got into the horn and couldn't get out.
For a long time, he gave himself a light slap.
I don't want to!
Think about having fun!
What happens when you win?
But immediately, another question that he was reluctant to face, but could not avoid gradually came to his mind.
Have you really won by blowing up a ball-type warship?
This battleship is 500,000 years old, indicating that the other party built it 500,000 years ago.
Before and after this, the Compound Eyes didn't make anything else?
There is only one battleship for such a strong compound-eye civilization?
Common sense tells him that's impossible.
Even this spherical warship might just be an outpost reconnaissance unit in the compound-eyed military system.
That would be desperate.
Just like climbing a mountain, people can only see the scenery behind the mountain when they climb over the top of the mountain.
The scenery behind the peak is majestic, but it is likely to be another steep and dangerous peak soaring into the clouds.
For a long time in the past, Chen Feng's goal was very simple, to destroy the only enemy ball-type warship.
He didn't have the qualifications to think about the future.
But now that the probability of defeating a spherical warship has changed from zero percent to at least seventy percent, he has to add new anxiety.
From the results, there are two most likely outcomes.
First, the spherical warship is the enemy's core combat unit, a powerful unit. Humans destroy ball-shaped warships, either completely destroying or capturing alive all the compound eyes in the warships. The Earth civilizations successfully declared force and reached a peace treaty with each other. Humanity has officially opened the connection with the cosmic civilization, entered the galactic age, and smoothly integrated into the cosmic social system.
Second, the ball ship is really just a reconnaissance unit. In order to completely wipe out human beings, the invaders continued to maintain the solar system barrier, and dispatched a real army to implement a crushing civilization extinction operation.
Emotions made Chen Feng hope for the first ending, and reason told him that it was probably living in a dream.
The second ending will bring him more despair, but it's the most likely.
In other words, even if it is the first type, the compound-eyes are likely to choose to continue to start a full-scale war~IndoMTL.com~ Chen Feng has never said a word to the intruder so far, but there are some deep judgments, just need to One look can understand.
When I was wearing condor armor and looked at the compound-eyed person who was killed by the bombing, the other party's eyes were indifferent, fearful, and fearful.
There is no hate and love for no reason, and no fear for no reason.
If the earth civilization is really so humble, how can the other party be afraid?
Just roll over with a blank face.
So, Chen Feng understands that the potential of Earth's human beings is much higher than that of the other party, and the other party must also understand this.
Chen Feng has found the definite motive for the other side to start the war.
The answer made him both happy and depressed.
An old Chinese saying once said.
The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.
The husband is innocent, but he is guilty.
The weak Earth civilization has too much potential, and once exposed, it is doomed to perish.
This is an objective fact and is not transferred by personal will.
Chen Feng began to scratch his head again.
It may be difficult to collect a thousand strands of Zhong Lei's hair. If he continues like this, he may be able to collect all his own in a few days.
He thought that things were so engrossing that when he passed by the small square and saw him, and then excitedly ran to the small supermarket to buy two ice cream cones, Zhong Lei, who came over, approached and didn't notice.
Zhong Lei didn't bother him, she just stood beside him and looked at the man like a madman. The expression on his face changed again and again, sometimes smiling, sometimes distressed, sometimes angry, sometimes confused.
But the only constant is the lingering gloom in his eyes.
He even slapped himself.
A loud pop.
He looks like a lunatic, a little crazy.