I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 4: I will kill you

If you want to learn music, or collect some other materials, you must first leave the army as soon as possible and become a glorious low-income household.

Don't look at this militarized training is very strict, but this era is not compulsory military service, and it is unambiguous to eliminate people.

The reason why Chen Feng appeared in the military camp is that the data from the previous physical and neural response tests are acceptable, proving that he has the potential to become an excellent soldier.

But as long as his character and behavior are unqualified, he will soon be beaten back to his place of origin.

Last time he was eliminated due to lack of common sense, this time he will not repeat the same mistakes, but he will deliberately pretend to be crazy!

Two months later, Chen Feng succeeded.

He packs his bags and gets on the shuttle.

Chen Feng sat by the glass window and waved to his comrades who were seeing him off outside.

With a buzzing sound, the shuttle started with a bang.

The figures of the comrades-in-arms on the platform quickly disappeared.

The shuttle left the military camp at the foot of Mount Everest, dragging a long blue tail flame, and headed straight for the low-income households thousands of kilometers away.

Chen Feng, who took off his military uniform and put on his regular clothes, wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed to himself that he was eliminated.

The last time he entered the dream state, he only lasted a month in the military camp.

At the time, he still had some regrets and didn't want to leave. He thought that if he had adapted to this world earlier, he might not have performed so badly in the reserve training.

But this time, he clearly wanted to be eliminated, but he understood many things when he understood them. He really couldn't make those common-sense mistakes again.

This time, he performed much better than last time, and even rarely became friends with several recruits.

When he was eliminated last time, he left alone in a daze, but this time, several comrades in arms saw him off and felt sorry for his "tragic" elimination.

How could they know that this is a relief for Chen Feng.

Chen Feng actually doesn't want the friendship of these people, but he really can't refuse the kindness of others.

How could he have the heart to tell everyone that in a year, all of you, including me, will be dead?

During the two months in the military camp, in addition to fishing for daily recruit training, he also used the military's database to inquire a lot of information.

Like last time, he still couldn't find any detailed historical data, only some very sketchy records.

Chen Feng didn't care about it. Anyway, he didn't have any expectations about it, and naturally he wouldn't be disappointed.

It took three or four days for Chen Feng to settle down in the welfare area of ​​the low-income households in his hometown.

No one came to greet him when he "returned home".

He doesn't have a single old acquaintance in his hometown.

In the real world, although Chen Feng is indifferent to his family, he still has adoptive parents. This life seems to be even worse. Except for the archives showing that he was originally from Shuzhou, he has no relatives. of.

Chen Feng knew that he only had one year to live, but he didn't have any regrets. Instead, he ended up being idle.

In the spacious and bright living room of the welfare room, Chen Feng snapped his fingers.

Slap.

He said: "Smart Assistant, from now on your name is Xiaowei."

"Good host."

"Xiao Wei, give me all the information about the famous singer Zhong Lei in the early 21st century."

Less than one tenth of a second passed, and a holographic projection light curtain appeared two meters in front of his eyes.

Zhong Lei's detailed information sheet appeared in front of him.

Basic information, portfolios, famous anecdotes and more are all available.

Chen Feng sat on the sofa, and the light curtain adjusted automatically, still maintaining a distance of one meter and a forty-five angle to the ground.

Chen Feng glanced at the information with his eyes and thoughts, and said in his mouth: "Prepare me lunch, I want the No. 7 Sichuan cuisine set, medium spicy."

Compared with the last time, Zhong Lei's information has hardly changed. The number of works, the names of the works, and even the time and background of the creation of these works are exactly the same.

Everything seems to have not changed.

Chen Feng focused his attention on the column of famous quotes and anecdotes, focused slightly, and expanded the details of this column.

What appeared in front of him were many reports related to Zhong Lei, from when she first debuted to the biographies written by others hundreds of years after her death.

The database is very sketchy about history, but things related to entertainment culture are well preserved.

Chen Feng had seen this information before.

In order to dig out the history, he has worked hard. Since the official history cannot be traced, he has also hoped to find clues from these scraps.

It's just a pity that the information he collected from these articles was fragmented and unsystematic, and it didn't help him understand history in any substantial way.

Chen Feng casually opened an interview. This is Zhong Lei's first interview since she became famous. It happened when she was twenty-six years old, which is 2024 in the real world.

At that time, Chen Feng pondered over and over again this interview no less than ten times.

After all, this is the closest written record to the era he lived in.

Chen Feng looked at it from beginning to end again.

After three minutes, he was stunned.

He rubs his eyes again to make sure he's not wrong.

"No, when the reporter asked her this question before, she didn't answer this way! Did I remember it wrong? It's impossible!"

Chen Feng scratched his hair.

The interview report says so.

The reporter asked: "Now that you have made a name for yourself, do you have anything you would like to say to those newcomers who are aspiring to embark on the music path, but are still groping in the dark?"

This is a very common question. Almost every successful person will be asked a similar question in different expressions on different occasions.

The standard answer is usually that these successful people give some false encouragement to the younger generation, talk about the weight of ideals, and talk about the meaning of persistence.

But Chen Feng clearly remembered that when he saw this interview last time, Zhong Lei's answer was only two words, very simple and rude.

"No."

This answer is very her personal style, indifferent to inhumane, and instantly cold, forcing the reporter to quickly change the subject, saying that she is as direct as rumored.

…

But this time the interview transcript is written like this.

Zhong Lei replied: "Music needs talent more than any industry. Before choosing this path, it is best to find out if you have talent in this area. Otherwise, you will be wasting your life."

Reporter: "Can't hard work make up for the gap in talent?"

Zhong Lei: "Yes, I used to have a neighbor five years ago. I only listened to him playing the guitar for less than half an hour, and I told him clearly that he had no sense of music. This road was a great way for him. A dead end."

Reporter: "Did he listen to you? What happened to him later?"

Zhong Lei: "I should have listened, because I was never disturbed by the noise. As for what happened to him later, I don't know, I'm not familiar with him."

Reporter: "You're as straight as you're rumored to be. Let's talk about your new song."

…

The content of the interview that follows is exactly the same as in the past.

Chen Feng's expression changed continuously.

He thought to himself, what a fool!

Isn't the noise-making neighbor Zhong Lei refers to herself?

It means, I practiced guitar for a month, and she still misses me?

Although he still failed to leave his name in history, there is a symbol, "Zhong Lei's neighbor who has no musical talent".

Chen Feng continued to read other materials. In several different versions of Zhong Lei's biographies, he saw her own example of "the theory of innate talent".

Combined with various information, it shows that this event really happened.

A small change a thousand years ago, through the medium of Zhong Lei, the influence lasted a thousand years later.

History has indeed been changed a little bit.

Of course, the major process and direction have not changed, it's just that there are some irrelevant words in the historical materials related to Zhong Lei.

Although Chen Feng changed history, his influence was not strong enough, and the influence was easily neutralized by the heavy historical torrent.

Turning off the holographic screen, Chen Fengku sat on the sofa and thought hard.

He was stunned again.

Can't really blame him.

He is not a genius, but a mere mortal. The amount of information is too large, and the frequency of brain downtime is a bit high.

Through the changes in historical materials related to Zhong Lei, he realized a new problem.

The real world and my dream world have truly been linked over a thousand years.

What the **** is this for?

Is this dream a dream, or is it real?

If it's a dream, then why does the historical data change?

Why is my touch so real?

What are these immersive, moving plots, and ups and downs of movie blockbusters, these songs that beat a classic song, and these immersive games with full texture?

My brain supplementation ability can't be this strong.

But if it's real, why would I wake up in my bed after I die?

Shouldn't he just die neatly when he's dead?

Also, I woke up and returned to reality, why did I come here again in my sleep after a month?

The time has returned to October 26, 3019 AD, 8:00 am?

Why did the 100,000 turn into 100,000 chains, wrapping him around into a mummy.

Chen Feng has read a lot of online novels, especially the ones from Time Travel. He is quite nervous, and he claims to have seen a lot of the world.

Even if he really traveled to a fantasy world where Douzong powerful people walked all over the place~IndoMTL.com~ Saint Magisters were as many as dogs, he felt that he could accept it.

But the situation he encountered made him completely at a loss.

He was stunned for a long time, until his stomach growled, and he didn't come back to his senses.

Chen Feng sighed, conscious that with his ordinary aptitude, he really couldn't understand such profound and complex philosophical issues.

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it.

"Count the balls! Hurry up and learn guitar and copy songs is serious!"

Chen Feng ordered Xiao Wei to play "Boring" while planning the rice.

"Uh, yes, this is Zhong Lei's first song. If I copy it, will it completely reverse her fate and copy her Beethoven?"

"This..."

He hesitated for about ten seconds, and Zhong Lei's disgusting face appeared in his mind, which was quite ugly.

Inexplicably full of vicious words, with a blunt attitude.

I practiced hard to avoid you like a thief for a month. Even if I accidentally bumped into you once, it's not too late. It's only eight or nine o'clock at night, so you have to complain to me.

Chen Feng felt that he didn't owe her anything, but he was treated as an enemy.

Therefore, the sense of indebtedness that had just appeared in his heart was instantly beaten by his "conscience", which made his nose and face bruised, and died.

Copy!

It's her right to copy her away!

Who told her that her song is the closest to 2019, with the best style, the highest success rate, and the safest?

Anyway, I've tried to lick you hard.

I can't lick it, you don't give me a chance!

Chen Feng felt a sense of revenge.

I told you to look down on me.

I will kill you!