I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

His mind was in such a mess that Chen Feng was out of sorts all day long.

Fortunately, the job content of the apartment housekeeper is very simple and mechanical, with no technical content, so you can get by with it.

And Chen Feng was very lucky today. No troublesome things happened, and he only dealt with a few small things.

In the afternoon, he went to the company to attend the monthly summary meeting. 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 became.

As a "traveler", in order 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 aspect.

He used the time point of his life as a boundary to divide the history in the dream world into two parts.

In the first half of history, the dream world and the real world completely overlap and are exactly the same.

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

But is it correct that the second half of "history" that takes place in the future a thousand years from now is correct?

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

One hundred years can be summed up in one sentence. The span is too big, as if it has been artificially covered with a layer of fog, and there are no important nodes that can be used to make a fortune.

Lottery numbers, stock market trends, important policy changes, demolition and resettlement plans...

Pass! Pass! without! have!

Various technologies?

Theoretical knowledge?

guess?

No! None!

I don’t know why it was all covered up by some bastard thing, and I couldn’t even see it!

Chen Feng was puzzled by this in his dream.

It wouldn't take up much hard drive to save some historical materials, but there just aren't any.

When he was sorting out his thoughts after waking up, he thought about it for a long time and came to a depressing conclusion.

This "history" is false and is a fantasy based on one's own worldview.

It starts with a dream, and the content is all imagined, of course it will be like this.

Since history was all made up in his own mind in his dreams, his dream of making a fortune by taking advantage of the unpredictable fortunes was shattered.

But the songs he listened to, the novels he read, the movies he watched, and the games he played when he was living on a minimum living allowance in his dream were all more real and perfect.

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

Chen Feng didn't think he had any creative talent at all, but how could he come up with such detailed entertainment stuff?

He couldn't figure it out.

He originally planned to stop thinking if he couldn't figure it out, go to work with peace of mind, and resume his real life, but he opened the door and bumped into Zhong Lei.

Chen Feng had never known her before, had no idea what she looked like, let alone her origins, and had absolutely no idea of ​​the possibility of figuring out this person.

But she has definitely left her name in the historical records of the dream world, and has been famous in the fields of art and entertainment for thousands of years.

Now she is by his side!

It was difficult for Chen Feng to remain calm.

He began to take the initiative to believe that everything in the dream was true.

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 is soaring to the sky, but Chen Feng can't even stay popular.

Chen Feng didn't know that before and didn't like dealing with strangers.

But now that he has made this great discovery, how can he remain unmoved?

Comparing oneself with others, if the neighbors of Leonardo da Vinci, Picasso or Du Fu know that they will leave a name in history, why not put some thought into it?

Chen Feng is also a mortal. After all, he doesn't have any higher-tech ideas and can't do it. But it would be foolish to let go of such a shortcut to success as hugging your thighs!

Those are not ordinary thick thighs, they are Beethoven living in contemporary times!

The two are neighbors upstairs and downstairs in the same apartment. They share the same apartment door. Rounding up, they are equal to living together as roommates. Those who are close to the water and the terrace are on a first-come, first-served basis. Chen Feng thinks that his chances are great.

Now Zhong Lei is twenty-one years old, and she is still an unemployed vagrant who has just dropped out of college. It will take four years to accumulate a lot of experience.

Only when we met at a young age can our friendship be sincere.

Not to mention becoming boyfriend and girlfriend, as long as we have a similar friendship, we will always be able to get her in the future.

He didn't expect to leave his name with Qing Shi. It was enough for Zhong Lei to give him a hand when he had some free time after taking off.

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

He imagined many ways of talking to each other in his mind.

But before long, he went a little crazy.

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

For him to 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 overwhelming.

Chen Feng felt miserable, forget it, the boat will straighten out when it reaches the bridge, and he will adapt to the situation when the time comes.

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

It was about half past seven when I got home. I opened the door and saw Zhong Lei coming downstairs, and bumped into her again.

She still looked a little dazed, probably from sleeping all day.

She had a little makeup on her face, and she didn't know what she was planning to do out there.

The conversation was a bit deadlocked in the morning. Chen Feng smiled slightly awkwardly and said, "Good evening."

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

The air suddenly became quiet for ten seconds.

"Oh. Good evening."

Zhong Lei's tone was flat, without any emotion, like a robot.

Chen Feng was quite satisfied with this, at least the two parties had a rare first serious chat.

Taking the crucial first step to strike while the iron is hot, Chen Feng asked again: "By the way, where are you going this late at night?"

Zhong Lei was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, her expression turned cold and she said firmly: "It has nothing to do with you."

She rolled her eyes hard again, even curled her lips, and walked away minding her own business.

The conversation was even more tense than in the morning.

Chen Feng froze on the spot.

Something seemed wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

A few minutes passed before Chen Feng calmed down.

Back in his room, he was still confused.

But on the other hand, Zhong Lei took a taxi after going out and went to a high-end bar in Zhong District, Hanzhou City.

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

This means that from now on she has to learn to survive alone.

So she got a job as a resident singer in a bar.

She didn't like the job at all.

As an academic music and art student, she is very arrogant and thinks that the job of a bar singer is very low and sees it as a shame, but life must go on, even if she feels disgusted, she pinches her nose and admits it.

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

Even though Chen Feng's expression was serious, she felt that Chen Feng seemed to have seen through her work, and his smile was sarcastic and teasing.

He was deliberately teasing himself for being an unhealthy person who went out late and came back early.

That's why Zhong Lei had such a big reaction, even sulking to herself while sitting in the car.

Chen Feng naturally had no way of knowing or imagining Zhong Lei's series of psychological activities.

Chen Feng's wishful thinking had just begun, but it failed miserably, which made Chen Feng feel a little frustrated.

Zhong Lei is too weird, 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, feeling a little regretful.

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

Don't look at the developed entertainment industry nowadays, with so many celebrities and big names walking around all over the place, all for nothing.

In the first fifty years of the 21st century, there were as many actors, singers, composers, directors, painters, and writers at home and abroad as there were crucian carp crossing the river. However, in the thousand-year history of art, there are only Zhong Lei and a few others. People can be among the top 100!

How great is this.

There are one or two people who are not yet born, so Chen Feng cannot approach their parents in advance.

Even if he can do it, by the time these people achieve success, Chen Feng himself will be almost 70 years old.

There are also a few people who have become famous for a long time. Chen Feng knows these people, but they don't know him, and he has no chance to get close to them.

There are also some painters who are in decline now and are easy to get close to.

But painters all know that they are unknown when they are alive, but they become more and more popular after they die.

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

Three hundred years, neither Chen Feng nor the painter himself could afford to wait.

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

Chen Feng only regretted that when he passed there, why didn't he make more progress and seriously copy something back? Then he already had a plan in mind, so why did he do this?

However, there is no medicine for regret in the world. Who would have thought that being a bastard in a dream can lead to lifelong regret?

"It is said that there is only a thin line between genius and madness. It seems that it is not too surprising that Zhong Lei can achieve such achievements and has some unique characteristics in her personality, right?"

Thinking of this, he spread his hands and counted the ball, whatever he liked, let's make a long-term plan.

Since the straight-forward approach almost never works, let’s change our thinking to save the country.

That night, Chen Feng tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

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

He decided to copy the song by force.

Anyway, the whole year I spent in the dreamland was wasted. I only cared about having fun all day long. I saw a lot of leisure and entertainment works such as TV movies, novels, games and songs, so I might as well use them as waste.

It is wrong to think only of forcing yourself to hug your thighs. You have to explore your own advantages.

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

The works I have seen in my dreams are my advantages!

So what should I copy?

Movies and TV series are too large and difficult to monetize.

novel?

There were too many words, and most of them he could only vaguely remember the plot, making it difficult for him to recite it.

Reluctantly writing a novel based on a vague plot?

Don't be ridiculous. There are so many words and writing a novel is so tiring. It might not be possible to become popular in this time period. The input-output ratio is too low.

Furthermore, with my poor writing style, it’s hard for me to look at it.

Chen Feng is very self-aware, at least he is not this material now.

The same goes for the script.

As for developing games, it's even more ridiculous. The investment is not small. With the current level of technology, it is impossible to develop the high-end games he has played before.

Therefore, taking various factors into consideration, the simplest and easiest way to monetize is copying songs.

It's a pity that Chen Feng is not from an artistic background and has never studied music before.

Even though he had listened to those songs many times, he could barely recall part of the melody and hummed a few lines intermittently, even out of tune.

But you have to try.

Chen Feng made a plan. He first tried his best to recall the songs that impressed him the most, and at the same time, he learned basic music theory and tried to restore the songs as much as possible with the simplest tunes.

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

There is another benefit to copying songs that cannot be ignored.

After all, Zhong Lei lives upstairs.

We are still strangers now, so it is so difficult to get close.

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

Isn’t it wonderful that we are neighbors upstairs and downstairs, and we can learn and make progress together?

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

He decided to write down the most important lyrics of the songs that he remembered most deeply, and he would hum them twice first so as not to look back and forget them.

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

How come I copied her song without realizing it?

The title of the song is "Boring".

This is Zhong Lei's early work.

The lyrics and melody are very naive, but her wonderful voice and perfect emotional singing performance are very touching.

The creative level of this song is not high, but its influence depends entirely on the singer's singing ability.

When Chen Feng listened to it for the first time, he seemed to be sung about the loneliness and loneliness of being a humble mortal in real life. The feeling is very deep.

Unexpectedly, 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 much?

Could she have written it but not published it?

etc!

If she hasn't written it now and will write it in the future, does this song represent her state of mind in a certain period in the future?

If I write it out and sing it to her, it should make her feel like it’s too late to meet her, right?

Would she consider me a confidant?

When she becomes popular after singing my song, should she be grateful to me or hate me?

Frankly speaking, she should hate me, but who told you to be so cold-hearted to me?

Also, she seems to have just moved here, so she probably 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 going to bars, so based on her resume, does she work as a resident singer in a bar?

After singing songs in a bar for a while, she felt tired of life, so she wrote the song "Boring" with the bar as the story background?

Then she must not have written the song yet!

Chen Feng used his brain, developed a reasoning ability comparable to that of Conan, and frantically analyzed the situation, and he really guessed a lot of things.

So I started writing now and will show it to her in a few days!

Although I hate to admit it, since most people say that the horizontal opening after Chapter 62 is cool and explosive, I can only accept the reality. The opening part is indeed mainly foreshadowing. If you really don’t like this slowly unfolding world view, I really recommend skipping to Chapter 62. Of course, if you really like this book later, you will probably come back and read the previous chapters. The protagonist I wrote was a mortal at the beginning, so he really couldn't be invincible in all aspects at the beginning. He will have a growth process. Many people asked me to change it, but creation is an overall idea. It is really impossible to delete the story and plot and change it like this. It can't be done. Everyone really shouldn’t bully me, and I would like to thank all the readers who read this for their support. I will do better.