Then, to Li Qingning's astonishment, Chen Feng's fingers flew across the keyboard, typing away, and lines of lyrics and sheet music began to appear rapidly, flowing like clouds and water.
In just three minutes, he actually sang two songs.
Li Qingning had studied music theory since childhood and played the piano very well, so she could naturally see the quality of the sheet music and lyrics; it was simply astonishing.
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Li Qingning blinked, a curse already forming in her mind.
Chen Feng was still unleashing his full power, while Li Qingning stared at the man in front of her as if he were a monster.
Twenty minutes later, Chen Feng typed out fifteen songs and then stopped, as his fingers were quite tired. He turned to look at the dazed Li Qingning and asked, "What are you doing?"
Li Qingning swallowed hard. "You...you write songs and compose music like this?"
Chen Feng nodded. "Under normal circumstances, that's how it is."
"You...no...you didn't even think before writing this out in one go? How is that possible? Are you even human?"
Li Qingning was truly shocked this time. Even though she had seen countless big things since she was a child, this scene completely shattered her worldview.
She thought of a word: "hanging up" (or "being a jerk").
She finally saw it all today. No wonder the entire music industry boycotted him without him reacting at all. With his creative methods, isn't he going to beat the entire music industry to a pulp?
"How did you do that?"
Li Qingning was still in a state of shock and couldn't wake up. Her beautiful eyes were wide open as she stared at Chen Feng as if she had seen a ghost.
"Such talent there is, there's really nothing we can do about it."
"You call that talent?"
Li Qingning let out a long breath. From the time she met Chen Feng until now, she had never felt that Chen Feng's excellence could affect her. But at this moment, she felt a blow for the first time.
A guy who writes songs as easily as drinking water, and who seems to have said that he is the best in the world at playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting—what else could such a person be but a monster?
Even when Chen Feng tried to grope her, Li Qingning dodged him. She was so frightened that she felt like there was a non-human being in front of her; otherwise, how could she do so many incredible things?
It took a lot of patient persuasion from Chen Feng to finally get Li Qingning's gaze back to normal.
It was past six o'clock in the evening. Chen Feng had spent an hour writing the song and, feeling bored, started browsing the internet.
At this moment, two powerful forces have formed on the internet and are clashing fiercely. They are fighting each other so fiercely that it has almost affected the entire internet.
An elderly woman opened her phone. Her husband had been having a poor appetite lately, and their children weren't around, so she decided to search online to find out what the problem was.
But when she searched online, all she found were results for liver cancer or stomach cancer, which terrified the woman. She immediately tried to find an online doctor to consult, and with great difficulty, she finally found one.
Hello. How can I help you?
"Hello, this is my spouse..."
"Fuck you, you bastards, watch me blast you to death! Brothers, post like crazy and protect my Fengshen!"
The woman looked completely bewildered. After a long while, she became furious.
"What's wrong with you, doctor? Why are you swearing at people?"
"Ah... Auntie, I'm sorry, I didn't curse at you. I have something to do here. What did you just say?"
"I was talking about my husband..."
"What?! Fengshen's social media account has been compromised! Quickly call all the tornadoes back to defend the base and suppress those malicious comments. Damn it, these bastards are really going too far."
Auntie: ? ? ?
"Young man, could you please...?"
Beep beep beep!
Before the woman could finish speaking, the phone was abruptly disconnected.
So, she didn't give up and found another doctor, this time a fat man based on his profile picture.
"Hello!"
"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"
My husband hasn't been eating lately, can you help me take a look?
"If you don't want to eat, go to the hospital to get checked out."
"We both have difficulty walking, and our children are not around."
The older woman was very satisfied this time, unlike that previous online doctor, which was utterly ridiculous and seemed insane.
He thought this to himself, but there was no reply from the other end for a long time.
"Hello, doctor?"
"Brothers, are you all here? From tonight until tomorrow, everyone has to post at least 100 comments for me. One yuan per comment, that's 200 yuan for one night, brothers."
"Gather all the idle people around you, gamers, internet cafe pros, park pros, and let them grind. You can make money in one night and even add an egg to your instant noodles."
"Yes, yes, we need as many people as we want. This time the boss is very generous and doesn't have many requirements. Just smear Chen Feng."
"What? You don't want to criticize him? He's your god of wind? Are you stupid? You don't want free money? Can't you be a little gentler with your criticism?"
Hearing the sounds coming from the other side, the middle-aged woman was completely bewildered. What was this wind again? What were all these people doing?
"Hello, doctor..."
"Ma'am, I have something urgent to attend to right now. Please consult someone else. Goodbye."
Beep beep beep!
The middle-aged woman was bewildered by the wind, while Huang Duoduo, a gynecologist at a city's central hospital, was laughing hysterically on the other end of the phone after putting it down.
He took out a printed photo of Chen Feng and bowed deeply to it.
"God of Wind, thank you, thank you so much, thank you to your ancestors for eighteen generations! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to get rich."
Huang Duoduo usually likes to post gynecological knowledge on various online forums and message boards (you know what I mean), which has given him a lot of followers. After more than ten years of development, he has gained a lot of fans on various platforms, forums and message boards and has a strong influence.
This morning, someone found him and, without saying a word, transferred five million to him, asking him to find someone to smear Chen Feng.
Holy crap, Chen Feng is his idol, and someone actually wants to smear him, how can he tolerate this?
But when he saw five million, he immediately chose to betray his cause and joined the army of money-makers. When others gave him one dollar and fifty cents, he would give one dollar to the next person and make a fortune of fifty cents a piece.
This time, Yang Zhilin and his group really went all out. Chen Feng's personal social media account almost crashed, and Douyin was completely overwhelmed with thousands of negative comments.
Within just one day, not a single normal comment could be seen across the entire internet.
"Hahaha, are all of Chen Feng's fans dead? Come out and protect your master! He's trash who can't even get a ranking, and he still dares to call himself a singer? Those songs that top the charts were all manipulated, weren't they?"
"Chen Feng is a morally bankrupt guy. He does whatever he wants just because he has someone backing him up. Have you forgotten our beloved queen Nayoung? She was the first to stand up against Chen Feng, but her ending was so tragic."
"Right, right, I remember now, isn't this Chen Feng famous for dumping his girlfriend and disliking his mother's illness? He's a beast."
“I am his girlfriend. Please help me get this posted. When Chen Feng was not famous, he was very good to me. But after he became famous, he not only dumped me, but also forced me to abort my child. I hate him.”
"I don't know if so many brainless fans have something wrong with their brains. What's so great about a third-rate singer who doesn't even have a rating? Aren't there so many legendary singers and superstars who are better?"
"To be honest, his songs are awful; I can't stand listening to them at all."
The internet is a swamp, a quagmire full of haters.
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