I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

Chen Feng started singing.

His voice has no characteristics, and his singing skills have no redeeming qualities.

For him to sing this song with his broken voice is a waste of resources.

But he was very self-aware, so he spent a lot of time practicing this song in his dream.

Now, although his singing is not very good, he can barely reach the level of KTV Mai Ba, and he can express the charm of this song to the best of ten.

Chen Feng sang very hard.

He only looked at Zhong Lei's expression when he started singing.

Well, very good, it is indeed a fateful encounter. This song is suitable for her. Look at her little expression, how intoxicated she is.

Great things can be expected.

Zhong Lei was indeed shocked.

At first, she even vaguely regretted that she shouldn't have ridiculed Chen Feng like that yesterday.

Others have real skills.

Regardless of how well he plays and sings, Chen Feng's demonstrated creative ability is worthy of admiration for Zhong Lei, who has zero mature works so far.

Zhong Lei asked herself, she couldn't write this kind of song now.

But...when she heard what happened later, her expression gradually changed.

The lyrics of this song are a bit strange, as if they mean something!

Finally, Chen Feng reached the chorus part. This part required soaring high notes, and the singing skills and vocal requirements were a bit harsh. He didn't try reluctantly, otherwise it would be embarrassing if the notes were out of tune.

His singing and playing stopped abruptly.

Since I want to sell the song to her, of course I can't finish singing it all, I should save some.

At this point, it should be enough to lure her into taking the bait, right?

Chen Feng slowly put down his guitar and looked at Zhong Lei with expectations.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Lei looked at him as if he wanted to pounce on him and beat him.

"What do you think of my song? I haven't finished singing it yet. If you like it..."

"Chen Feng, that's enough."

Zhong Lei interrupted him, gritting her teeth.

Chen Feng was stunned, "Huh? What's wrong? What's wrong with me?"

"Chen Feng, I don't need you to think highly of me or sympathize with me, but I don't allow you to ridicule me! I'm warning you, this is the last time you harass me! Goodbye!"

Zhong Lei suddenly said these cruel words, then knocked Chen Feng away, closed the door with a bang and left, leaving Chen Feng standing alone in the narrow passage, messy in the wind.

He had no idea what was going on. Why was it fine first and then suddenly exploded again?

You Beethoven is too moody!

After walking out of the door, Zhong Lei's face was still as red as blood, and she looked very ashamed and angry.

She muttered in a low voice, "Yes, I'm singing in a bar now. I'm a scumbag, I'm humble! But you don't have to write a song specifically to satirize me, right? You can write so well, and I actually really do it Moved? I am really a psycho, and you are also a psycho!"

Yes, she thought that Chen Feng wrote this song to ridicule and satirize her work.

She had low self-esteem and lost her job as a resident singer in a bar. After hearing the charm of Chen Feng's lyrics, she suddenly felt ashamed and angry.

I really can't blame her for being moody. A normal woman would be in this state.

Chen Feng thought he meant well, but in fact it hurt Zhong Lei's fragile self-esteem.

At this time, Zhong Lei was at the lowest point in her life, with no hope in sight, and she had not yet been able to overcome the psychological hurdle. It was the most sensitive moment to reach the stage of breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly.

Being in the bar was already depressing enough, and she had to battle wits with those who coveted her appearance every day. She was extremely bored and cynical, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Now she couldn't accept anyone's strange eyes, so she used a hedgehog-like body to tightly wrap her lonely heart.

Zhong Lei's anger lasted until she got on the bus.

Deep in her heart, there was an inexplicable sadness.

A person whom I have never looked down upon, a person who was severely mocked by me just yesterday, actually has such amazing creative talent.

He probably never thought of laughing at me, right?

Maybe it was because my words yesterday made him feel dissatisfied, so he wrote this song in just one day?

I...why don't I have such talent?

Zhong Lei's anger just now was actually a bit jealous and unwilling.

She turned away and looked at the cars and people outside the bus.

She really didn't want to admit it, but she actually felt a little regretful.

It's a bit of a pity that I didn't finish listening to this song.

I don’t know what kind of loop follows the chorus, and what kind of changes there will be in the loop. Will his next lyrics be less unpleasant, and will the irony be less strong?

The lyrics of a song should have a beginning and a transition, and the emotion should have a progression.

He couldn't have spent the entire song laughing at my downfall, right?

It's all his fault, if he had finished singing it in one breath, I might have been able to endure it until the end.

Why did you stop singing the depressing first half?

It's a pity that I no longer have the chance to listen to it.

Chen Feng was sitting alone on the stool and sulking.

He was completely at a loss.

It's just ridiculous.

Isn’t this a song you wrote yourself?

When I sing it to you, I am preparing to take you flying.

Shouldn't you be so moved by your own song?

Why didn't you follow the script and get so angry?

Which nerve did I hurt again?

Why do I look down on you?

It was a misfortune, and the plan to present "Boring" to the original singer was aborted.

It seems that I can only sell "Boring" to others.

Things got a little more complicated. Chen Feng was not an insider in the music industry. He didn't know anyone who was an insider, and he was not well-known. He didn't know how to sell it for a while, so he probably had to try his luck.

Sing it yourself?

Chen Feng never thought that it would be such a waste of resources and a waste of natural resources.

Hanzhou City is located in Jiangnan Province. As the provincial capital city, it has a permanent population of more than 10 million. Although it is not as good as the first-tier cities such as Tiandu Shangdu and Huacheng, it is also ranked first among the second-tier cities in the country.

The Hanzhou City Government attaches great importance to the cultural and creative industry, and five years ago it built what is known as the largest cultural and creative industrial park in Asia.

After several years of development, thousands of companies have settled in the industrial park, covering film and television drama creation, animation, games, literature, new media, music and many other fields.

The entire industrial park creates an annual GDP value of tens of billions and has now become the face of Hanzhou City.

Over the weekend, Chen Feng, wearing a suit, appeared downstairs in Building 8, Zone D, Industrial Park.

He had a guitar on his back and looked slightly forlorn.

It has been more than a week since he returned from the dream. This week, he has been a failure.

[I don’t understand why some readers always say that the protagonist has trouble with copying songs. I clearly stated the situation in the previous text. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, it’s that he doesn’t, it’s that he can’t copy it now. Is the current online writing environment so bad? You can squirt non-stop without reading a book at all. Fortunately, I have been a seasoned veteran for more than ten years and am very capable of withstanding stress. If I were replaced by a new person, I would really explode. Of course the protagonist can climb the technology tree, but it may not be what everyone likes. Oh, I am a super invincible genius as soon as I come here. There are many black technology streams in the starting point where the protagonist is invincible and cheated. Why do you have to go through this hurdle with me? 】