I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

"How about it?"

Zhong Lei asked with a smile.

Her eyes were curved into crescent moons, and the sunset behind her made her face look a little blurry, but it was breathtakingly beautiful.

Chen Feng looked at her blankly.

After a long moment, Chen Feng nodded heavily, "Very good, it's a special dream."

"Are you feeling better?"

Zhong Lei stood up and sat across from him and asked.

Looking at her so close, he could smell the faint fragrance wafting from her in his nose, and Chen Feng's breathing gradually became rapid.

He turned away and didn't dare to look again, and just said in a low voice: "It's better, thank you."

"Why are you thanking me? Isn't this all what you taught me?"

Zhong Lei rolled her eyes at him and continued to look at him happily.

Chen Feng blushed.

He is not ashamed, but ashamed.

This sentence may be natural to Zhong Lei, but it seems very harsh to him.

Every time Zhong Lei mentioned his "grace of teaching" again, he could not help but secretly feel ashamed.

If he had been copying songs like this for so long, his conscience should have been riddled with holes, but he still couldn't change this shameful bad habit, nor could he change his secret low self-esteem.

For example, now, he originally planned to sing "You Are Missing Me" to Zhong Lei. He would try to see if this song and several other songs sung by others could continue to inspire her. Who knows if she would use it a little bit? If you use force, it will explode first.

It made Chen Feng somewhat doubtful about life, and secretly wondered if it would be better for her to just let her go free.

Just at this time, there was a knock on the door. It was the housekeeper who had brought new clothes. Chen Feng quickly stood up, took the brand new suit from the housekeeper, and gave him a tip of 100 dollars.

"I'm going to the bathroom to change."

He greeted Zhong Lei and hid in the bathroom.

After locking the door, he didn't rush to change it, but looked at himself in the mirror.

Don't tell me, regardless of whether he realizes it or not, his facial expression in the mirror seems to have relaxed a lot and is no longer so tense.

He also lamented that you can make all the humans in the galaxy feel inferior and are completely infected by you. Sister Lei, you are such a smart person.

He washed his face again and grinned in the mirror.

Good.

Very good.

With such incredible teammates, I shouldn't give up easily.

The wonders of the universe depicted in Sleepwalking Virgo convey the truest thoughts in Zhong Lei's heart.

You should not set an upper limit on your dreams until you reach the end of your life.

Chen Feng didn't know when and how his time-traveling would end, or maybe it could really keep repeating once a month until it exhausted the normal lifespan of human beings in the galaxy.

I'll try it and stop wherever I go.

If the Compound Eyes were truly the rulers of the galaxy, then they would penetrate the galaxy.

If the Milky Way is just a branch of the compound-eyes, and the local galaxy group is the base camp of the compound-eyes, then penetrate the local galaxy group.

The same goes for the Virgo Local Supercluster.

If the civilization that provides the solar system barrier to the Compound Eyes comes from a larger galaxy space, then it can be penetrated...

If the entire universe is an enemy, then I will penetrate the entire universe.

If the universe is infinite, as long as the potential of human beings is also infinite, there will eventually come an end.

As long as the director doesn't give up, the show will go on forever.

Chen Feng clenched his fist fiercely.

He was indeed infected by the new version of "Sleepwalking Virgo", and it was far deeper than the average person, because he had a universe in his mind that others didn't know.

He was filled with emotion and was shocked again by Zhong Lei's terrifying talent.

In fact, after experiencing the quick and immediate scientific acceleration, Chen Feng unknowingly shifted his focus to the scientific level.

He even started to be lazy when it came to the songs. Except for some key songs, he left the selection of song buyers to others.

But now Zhong Lei made him taste the fear of being dominated by the strong again.

Even he could be encouraged, and he felt the power of art more deeply.

It seems that we need to change our thinking in the future and regain the glorious tradition of grasping with both hands and being strong with both hands.

I can't be lazy anymore.

After changing clothes very quickly, Chen Feng carefully checked the bathroom floor drain in her bathroom to make sure not to miss any precious resources, then carefully put it into his pocket, and Chen Feng pushed the door open and walked out.

Zhong Lei, who was waiting at the door, looked him up and down, "Why are you so slow?"

Chen Feng picked up the neatly folded Ermenegildo Zegna casual set, "It's not easy to fold it because I'm afraid it will stain your bathroom."

Zhong Lei asked doubtfully: "Can't I just throw it away? It's been painted like this, can I still want it?"

Chen Feng retorted decisively, "What nonsense are you talking about? It's more than 100,000 yuan. If you say you don't want it, why don't you want it? Take it to the dry cleaners and try washing it with a fat-soluble solvent. Maybe it can still be worn. If you have more pockets, I'll put it in it."

Zhong Lei had nothing to do with him, so she took out a woven bag from the cabinet.

Chen Feng pretended to be careful, for fear that the paint would cause trouble to other places.

Seeing how angry he was, Zhong Lei couldn't help laughing.

This guy.

She woke up with horror, recalling the scene when the two of them recorded songs for the first time, sighing with heartache because of the hundreds of yuan in room fees. Everything seemed like yesterday.

On the contrary, he changed first. He changed a lot in some aspects, but in some aspects he remained the same.

"Chen Feng, let me tell you another piece of good news."

Before picking up the ukulele and preparing to play "Pure Soul", Zhong Lei said suddenly.

Chen Feng quickly shook his head, "No more good news, just hurry up and play."

He didn't want to hear the good news.

If I give her another song and it doesn't reach the level of "Sleepwalking Virgo", then I will really be at the end of my rope.

"I must say, you have become more handsome."

"ha?"

"I don't know how to describe it, but you look much more handsome than before. Your face gives me a sense of mystery, and the more I look at it, the more comfortable I feel."

Chen Feng touched his face and felt embarrassed, "Really? Have you become more handsome? Don't be conscientious and make me happy. Can people become more handsome as they live?"

"real."

Chen Feng spread his hands, thinking that this might be due to the further sublimation of human genes in the galaxy.

Now he just wanted to get down to business quickly, so he simply joked: "Okay. Maybe you like me too much, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I look handsome."

Zhong Lei said with a charming expression, "You are so shameless."

"If you're shameless, then be shameless. Just think that I can really become handsome, but don't make you faint."

Zhong Lei flicked her fingers on the ukulele, and it made a crisp sound.

She stopped talking and began to play the intro to "Pure Soul", thinking to herself, "I've already fainted."

Once they got down to business, both of them could now be regarded as professionals, and the disturbing thoughts just now quickly disappeared in their respective hearts.

Practicing hard this day has yielded outstanding results.

Chen Feng, under the admiring gaze of Zhong Lei, Lesna and other accompanists, became a vocal training instructor for the first time.

Early the next morning, Chen Feng left the hotel opposite Mason College.

His next stop was Boston, the capital of Massachusetts on the east coast.

Boston is one of the oldest and most culturally valuable cities in the United States. It is also the center of higher education and medical care in the northern United States.

The city's per capita education level is the highest in the United States, and its economy is based on scientific research, finance and technological development.

Chen Feng's purpose of going to Boston was related to Ryan.

Ryan previously worked at the Applied Physics Laboratory of the Linton Institute in Boston as a senior researcher and had his own project team.

Chen Feng's poaching was very successful, and Ryan was determined. Even if the Linton Institute didn't want to let him go, there was no good way to do it.

First of all, Ryan has successfully completed the project in his hand. Secondly, the contract period signed by the two parties is about to expire, and it is difficult to successfully retain him if he is forced to stay.

Ryan was meant to leave.

Previously, the Linton Institute planned to use some unconventional means to keep Ryan in the United States for a period of time to see if he could change his mind through some coercion or inducement, or by introducing him to a "virtuous" Chinese wife who was loyal to the United States.

However, no one thought that this time Ryan took advantage of the opportunity to connect Roerle with a large project from relevant Chinese departments, and that he would never come back after going there.

I can get through on the phone, but I won't answer the phone. I'm even willing to pay out of my own pocket to buy out the remaining two months of the contract.

The Linton Institute was angry and helpless. They simply suppressed Ryan's resignation procedures and refused to agree to a reasonable and legal buyout contract period.

Although Ryan has already started working for Chen Feng, in the international academic world, from a legal perspective, Ryan's behavior is still illegal.

Chen Feng decided to settle the matter personally and get Ryan and his Xingfeng Research Institute an internationally recognized legal status as soon as possible.

In the previous timeline, he also did this today, but unfortunately he failed.

Blame-passing exists in any political system. The greater the interests involved, the better Tai Chi will be.

Relying on the support of AAAS (American Association for the Advancement of Science), the Linton Institute delayed the completion of this matter until two years later, causing Chen Feng considerable trouble.

Chen Feng sat in Paul Powell's car and headed straight to Los Angeles Airport.

This black man has almost become Chen Feng's exclusive driver here.

Chen Feng didn't treat him badly, and he tipped generously every time.

"Mr. Chen, I recently wrote a new rap. Do you want me to write a rap for you?"

Powell is always so optimistic, but of course his purpose of giving Chen Feng a rap may not be so simple.

Now that we know how powerful Chen Feng is, he may also be dreaming of unrealistic dreams.

Like this amazing music producer who was so blown away by his black talent that he signed himself with a check.

From then on, he broke away from the ranks of real estate agents and drivers, transformed into a celebrity in the music industry, married Bai Fumei, held supermodel parties, and reached the pinnacle of life.

"NoNoNo! Fine, think you."

Chen Feng decisively stopped him. He knew what black rap was like. If you didn't put some words starting with F, B, and S in it, it would look unauthentic.

He couldn't appreciate this thing.

This doesn't mean you can't swear at all.

Swearing is an extreme expression of emotion. If you clearly have no emotion, but you rely on swearing to force your emotions, that is very low.