I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

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

Although this military training is very harsh, this era does not implement compulsory military service, and the elimination of people is unambiguous.

The reason why Chen Feng appeared in the military camp was just that the previous physical and neurological test data were acceptable, proving that he had the potential to become an excellent soldier.

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

Last time he was eliminated because of a lack of common sense. This time he won't make the same mistake again, but he will deliberately act crazy and act stupid!

Two months later, Chen Feng succeeded.

He packed his bags and got 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 roared into action.

The figures of the comrades on the platform quickly disappeared.

The shuttle, trailing a long blue tail flame, left the military camp at the foot of Mount Everest and headed straight for the low-income housing complex 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 secretly in his heart, he was considered eliminated.

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

At that 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 reserve training.

But this time he obviously actively hoped to be eliminated, but once he understood many things, he understood them. He really couldn't make those common sense mistakes again.

He performed much better this time than last time, and even became rare friends with several recruits.

The last time he was eliminated, he left alone and dejected, but this time there were several comrades who saw him off and felt very sorry for his "tragic" elimination.

Little did they know that this would be 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 all of you, including me, will be dead in a year?

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

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

Chen Feng didn't care about this.

He learned new psychological skills: as long as he didn't have any unnecessary hopes, he would never be disappointed.

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

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

He didn't even have any old acquaintances in his hometown.

In the real world, although Chen Feng has an indifferent family relationship, he still has a pair of adoptive parents. This life seems to be even worse. Except for the file showing that he was originally from Shuzhou, he has no relatives. He seems to have jumped out of the cracks in the rocks.

Chen Feng knew that he only had one good year to live, but he had no regrets. Instead, he ended up in leisure.

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

Snapped.

He said: "Intelligent assistant, your name is Xiaowei from now on."

"Good master."

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

Less than tenths of a second passed, and a holographic projection screen appeared two meters in front of him.

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

Basic information, portfolios, famous quotes and anecdotes and other information are all available.

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

Chen Feng scanned the information with his eyes and thoughts, and said, "Prepare lunch for me. I want the No. 7 Sichuan set meal, medium spicy."

Compared with last time, Zhong Lei’s information has almost remained unchanged. 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.

Nothing seems to have changed.

Chen Feng focused his attention on the column of famous quotes and anecdotes, concentrated slightly, and unfolded the detailed information in this column.

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

The data related to history in the database is very sketchy, but the things related to entertainment and culture are very complete.

Chen Feng has seen this information before.

He had worked hard to dig up history. Since the official history was unavailable, he had 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 did not really help him understand history.

Chen Feng casually clicked on an interview. This was Zhong Lei's first interview after becoming famous. It happened when she was twenty-six years old, which was 2024 in the real world.

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

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

Chen Feng watched it from beginning to end again.

Three minutes later, he froze.

He rubbed his eyes again to make sure he saw correctly.

"That's not right. When reporters asked her this question before, she didn't answer like this! Did I remember it wrong? It's impossible!"

Chen Feng scratched his hair.

This is what the interview report says.

The reporter asked: "Now that you have become famous, do you have anything to say to newcomers in the industry who are interested in embarking on the music path but are still groping in the dark?"

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

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

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

"No."

This answer was very characteristic of her. She was so cold and inhumane that she was instantly silenced, forcing the reporter to quickly change the subject and say that she was indeed as straightforward as the rumors said.

…

But this is how the interview transcript is written.

Zhong Lei replied: "Music requires talent more than any other industry. Before choosing this path, it is best to find out whether you have talent in this area. Otherwise, it will be a waste of life."

Reporter: “Can’t hard work make up for the gap in talent?”

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

"Is it so miserable?"

"Yes, it's that miserable. If the average musical talent of ordinary people is 5, and mine is 10, then his musical talent should be 0. Oh, 0 is a bit too exaggerated, let's say 0.5."

The reporter was silent for a long time, probably in mourning for someone, and then asked: "Then did he listen to you? What happened to him later?"

Zhong Lei: "I guess he listened to it. I was no longer disturbed by the annoying noise. As for what happened to him later, I don't know. I'm not familiar with it."

Reporter: "You are indeed as straightforward as the rumors say. Let's talk about your new song."

…

The content of the following interviews was exactly the same as before.

Chen Feng's expression changed continuously.

What a scam!

What the hell are 0 and 0.5?

Doesn't the neighbor who makes annoying noises in Zhong Lei's words refer to herself?

Does this mean that I have been practicing guitar for a month and she still cares about me?

Although he still failed to leave a name in history, he finally had an additional symbol, "Zhong Lei's neighbor with no musical talent."

Chen Feng continued to browse other information, and in several different versions of Zhong Lei's biographies, he saw her "talent only theory" using herself as an example.

Anyway, he was really miserable, being whipped to death by Zhong Lei again and again and in different positions on various occasions.

God knows how much grudge Zhong Lei is. Maybe it was the half-hour guitar playing she mentioned that caused her eardrum to perforate, which is why her resentment is so deep.

She almost wrote a song specifically to scold herself.

etc……

Chen Feng suddenly remembered a song by Zhong Lei that he rarely liked to listen to. It had a weird style.

The song is called "Trash".

So true!

I hate!

It took Chen Feng a long time to control his mood and calm down slowly.

Combining various information, it shows that the incident of being criticized by Zhong Lei while playing the guitar really happened.

The small changes a thousand years ago finally had an impact that lasted thousands of years through the medium of Zhong Lei.

History has indeed been changed a little bit.

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

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

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

His mind was a little groggy and he was not very clear.

Can't really blame him.

He is either a genius or a mortal. He has too much information and his brain shuts down a bit too frequently.

Through changes in historical data related to Zhong Lei, he became aware of a new problem.

The real world and my dream world are truly connected across thousands of years.

So what exactly is this for?

Is my dream a dream, or is it reality?

If it is a dream, then why do historical data change?

Why does my touch feel so real?

What are these immersive, touching plots, ups and downs of movie blockbusters, these classic songs that are better than each other, and these immersive games with full texture?

My brainstorming ability can't be that strong.

But if this is reality, then why do I wake up in my own bed after I die?

Shouldn't death be a clean and tidy death?

Also, I woke up and returned to reality. Why did I come here again in my sleep a month later?

The time has returned to October 26, 3019 AD, eight o'clock in the morning?

One hundred thousand whys turned into one hundred thousand chains, wrapping him up and turning him into a mummy.

Chen Feng has read a lot of online novels, especially those about time travel. He is quite neurotic and boasts that he has seen a lot of the world.

Even if he really travels to a fantasy world where powerful fighting sects are everywhere and there are as many holy magicians as dogs, he thinks he can accept it.

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

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

Chen Feng sighed, feeling that with his mediocre qualifications, he really couldn't figure out such a profound and complex philosophical issue.

If you can’t figure it out, then stop thinking about it.

"Count the ball! Hurry up and learn the guitar and copy songs, that's the serious thing!"

While Chen Feng was cooking rice, he ordered Xiao Wei to play "Boring".

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

"this……"

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

He was inexplicably full of bad words and his attitude was so blunt that he couldn't even tolerate it.

I've been practicing hard for a month avoiding you like a thief. Even if I bump into you by chance, it's not too late. It's only eight or nine o'clock at night, and you have to complain to me.

You also use various "talent theories", and your awful song "Trash" must have been secretly given to me.

unacceptable.

Chen Feng felt that he owed her nothing, but he was treated like an enemy.

Therefore, the feeling of indebtedness that just vaguely emerged in his heart was instantly beaten by his "conscience", until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and it died down.

copy!

She deserves to have her copied!

Who said her song is the closest to 2019, has the most suitable style, has the highest success rate, and is the safest?

Anyway, I have already tried to lick you hard.

I can't lick it, it's because you didn't give me a chance!

Chen Feng even felt a sense of revenge.

I told you to look down on me.

I'll copy you to death!