His mind was in a mess, causing Chen Feng to be out of focus for the entire day.

Fortunately, the work of an apartment manager is very simple and mechanical, without much technical content, so he just muddled through it.

And Chen Feng was lucky today, no troubles occurred, and he just dealt with a few small matters.

In the afternoon, he went to the company to attend a monthly summary meeting, and he was still absent-minded during the meeting.

He racked his brains to recall everything in the dream, and the more he thought about it, the more it didn't make sense.

As a "time traveler", to understand a world, of course, you have to understand the history of this world first.

He spent a lot of time thinking about this in his dream.

He divided the history of the dream world into two parts based on the time point of his own life.

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

After waking up, he thought that dreams were built on his own worldview, so the first half of history must overlap with real history.

But is the "history" that takes place in the future, a thousand years from now, correct?

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

A hundred years of time can be summarized in one sentence. The span is too large, as if it was artificially covered with a layer of fog, and there is no important node that can be used to make money.

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

All! All! No! Yes!

Various technologies?

Theoretical knowledge?

Conjectures?

No! None at all!

I don't know why some bastard has covered up all of it and doesn't allow people to see it at all!

Chen Feng was puzzled by this in his dream.

It wouldn't take up much space on the hard drive to store some historical materials, but they were just not there.

When he just woke up and sorted out his thoughts, he pondered for a long time and came to a depressing conclusion.

This "history" is fake, and it's all based on his own worldview. It

's a dream to start with, and the content is all filled in by the mind, so of course it will be like this.

Since history is all filled in by himself in his dreams, then his dream of making a fortune by predicting the future is shattered.

But the songs he listened to, the novels he read, the movies he watched, and the games he played when he was a low-income household in his dream were all more real and perfect.

The detailed entertainment resources and the vague historical materials formed a sharp contrast, which was simply incredible.

Chen Feng didn't think he had a talent for creation, so how could the entertainment things he came up with in his mind be so detailed?

He couldn't figure it out.

He had planned to give up thinking about it if he couldn't figure it out, and devote himself to work and regain his real life. As a result, he ran into Zhong Lei when he opened the door.

Chen Feng didn't know her at all before, had no idea what she looked like, let alone her origins, and there was no possibility that his mind could fill in this person.

But she left her name in the historical materials of the outline of the dream world, and she has been famous in the fields of art and entertainment for a thousand years.

Now she is by his side!

Chen Feng found it difficult to remain calm.

He began to actively 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 two of them were too shallow. Zhong Lei soared to the sky, but Chen Feng could not even take advantage of the popularity and leave a name.

Chen Feng didn't know that before, and he didn't like to deal with strangers.

But now that he has made this great discovery, how

can he not be tempted? Put yourself in their shoes, if the neighbors of Da Vinci, Picasso or Du Fu knew that they would be remembered in history in the future, wouldn't they be tempted?

Chen Feng is also a mortal. After all, he doesn't have more high-tech ideas, and he can't do it. But if he misses such a shortcut to success as hugging a thigh, it would be stupid!

That's not just an ordinary thick thigh, it's Beethoven living in the contemporary era!

The two lived on the upper and lower floors of the same apartment and shared the same apartment door, which meant they were roommates. Chen Feng thought he had a great chance.

Zhong Lei was now 21 years old and still an unemployed vagrant who had just dropped out of college. It would take four years for her to make a breakthrough.

When you meet in obscurity, your friendship will be genuine.

Not to mention becoming a boyfriend or girlfriend, as long as you have a close relationship, there will always be a time when you can use her.

He didn't expect to leave his name in history. It would be enough if Zhong Lei could help him when she had time after she took off.

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

He thought of many ways to strike up a conversation in his mind.

But before long, he got a little crazy.

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

It is a bit difficult for him to take the initiative to approach a person of the opposite sex, even if the purpose is not to pick up girls.

Chen Feng felt bitter, but forget it, things will work out when the time comes, and he will deal with it as the situation permits. After

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

It was about 7:30 when he got home. When he opened the door, he saw Zhong Lei coming downstairs and bumped into her again.

She still looked a little dazed, probably because she had slept all day.

She put on a little makeup on her face, and it was unknown what she was going to do outside.

The morning conversation was a little awkward, Chen Feng smiled a little awkwardly and said, "Good evening."

Zhong Lei seemed a little uncomfortable with the sudden greeting from him and turned to look at him.

The air was suddenly 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 sides had a rare first serious chat.

The first step to take the critical step is to strike while the iron is hot. Chen Feng asked again: "By the way, where are you going so late at night?"

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

She rolled her eyes fiercely again, even pouted, and walked away on her own.

The conversation was even more awkward than in the morning.

Chen Feng was stunned where he was.

It seemed that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

A few minutes passed before Chen Feng recovered.

Returning to his room, he was still confused.

On the other side, Zhong Lei took a taxi after going out and went to a high-end bar in the central district of Seoul.

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

This meant that from now on she had to learn to survive on her own.

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

She didn't like this job at all.

As a music and art student from the academy, she was very arrogant and thought that the job of a bar singer was very low and regarded it as a shame, but life had to go on. Even if she was disgusted in her heart, she had to accept 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 very serious, she felt that Chen Feng seemed to know her job, and his smile was full of sarcasm and ridicule.

He was deliberately teasing her for going out late and coming back early, and doing an illegitimate job.

That's why Zhong Lei reacted so strongly, and she was even sulking while sitting in the car.

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

Chen Feng was a little disappointed when his wishful thinking of clinging to someone powerful had just begun.

Zhong Lei's temper was too weird, her moods were unpredictable, she was even more eccentric than herself, and it was extremely difficult to deal with her. She gave people the feeling of a cow chewing on a pumpkin and having no idea where to start.

"Why not just forget it?"

Chen Feng said to himself with some regret.

That's one of the top 100 people in the thousand-year art history!

Even though the entertainment industry is developed now, there are so many stars and big names everywhere, it's useless.

In the first fifty years of the 21st century, there were so many actors, singers, composers, directors, painters, and writers at home and abroad, but in the thousand-year art history, only Zhong Lei and a few others can be ranked in the top 100!

How great is this.

One or two of them are not born yet, and Chen Feng can't approach their parents in advance.

Even if he can do it, by the time these people achieve success, I'm afraid Chen Feng himself will be almost 70 or 80 years old.

There are also a few who have been famous for a long time now. Chen Feng knows these people, but these people don't know him, so he has no chance to approach them.

There are also some painters who are down and out now, so it's easy to approach them.

But painters all know that they are unknown when they are alive, and they will gradually be sought after after they die.

For example, the one Chen Feng knew died for three hundred years before the world finally recognized his artistic achievements.

Three hundred years, Chen Feng and the painter himself could not wait.

So after thinking about it, the only one who has practical value is Zhong Lei.

Chen Feng only hated himself for not being more motivated and copying something seriously in the past. He would have already had it all planned out, so why did he end up like this?

But there is no medicine for regret in the world. Who would have thought that being a slacker in a dream would also cause lifelong regrets?

"It is said that there is only a fine line between genius and madness. Zhong Lei can achieve such achievements, so it doesn't seem strange that she has some eccentric characteristics in her personality."

Thinking of this, he threw his hands up and said, forget it, let's do whatever we want, and we will think about it in the long run.

Since the direct way of getting close to her doesn't work, let's change our thinking and save the country in a roundabout way.

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

After careful consideration, he slowly came up with a new idea.

He decided to copy the song by force.

Anyway, the whole year spent in the dream was wasted, and I just focused on having fun all day. I have seen a lot of leisure and entertainment works such as TV, movies, novels, games and songs, so I might as well make use of them. It

is wrong to think about forcibly clinging to thighs. I have to explore my own advantages.

First, make yourself strong, and then let the big names in the chick period come to hug you!

The works you have seen in the dream are your advantages!

Then what should I copy?

The volume of movies and TV series is too large, and it is difficult to monetize.

Novels?

There are too many words, and he can only vaguely remember the vague plots, and he can't recite them even if he is asked to recite them. Force yourself

to write a novel based on the vague plots?

Don't be kidding, with so many words, it is so tiring to write a novel, and it may not be popular at this time, the input-output ratio is too low.

Besides, my own poor writing skills are eye-catching even when I read them myself.

Chen Feng is very self-aware, at least he is not this kind of material at the moment.

The same goes for the script.

As for developing games, it was even more absurd. The investment amount was not small. With the current level of technology, it was impossible to develop those high-end games he had played.

Therefore, after considering many factors, the simplest and easiest way to monetize was to copy songs.

Unfortunately, Chen Feng was not from an artistic background and had never studied music before.

Even though he had listened to those songs many times, he could only barely remember some of the melodies and hum a few sentences intermittently, and out of tune.

But he had to give it a try.

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

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

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

After all, Zhong Lei lives upstairs.

Now you are still strangers, so it is so difficult to get close.

But if you become like-minded comrades, you will not be so cruel, right?

You are neighbors living on the upper and lower floors, and you can learn and progress together. Isn’t it wonderful?

Chen Feng didn’t sleep either. He jumped out of bed, turned on the computer and started typing.

He decided to write down the most important lyrics of the songs that he remembered most deeply, and he could recite them by heart, and hum them twice first to avoid forgetting them later.

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

How did I copy her when I was copying songs without realizing it?

The song is called "Boring".

This is an early work by Zhong Lei.

The lyrics and melody are very immature, but it is very touching under her wonderful voice and perfect emotional outburst.

The creative level of this song is not high, and it can have an impact only because the singer sings well.

When Chen Feng first heard it, he seemed to be sung out the loneliness and loneliness of being a humble mortal in real life. He was deeply moved.

Unexpectedly, after more than half a year, the first song he thought of was "Boring".

Could it be that the first song I want to copy is Zhong Lei's song?

Is it a bit too much?

Could it be that she has already written it, but just hasn't published it?

Wait!

If she hasn't written it now, but will write it in the future, then does this song represent her mood in a certain period of time?

If I write a song and sing it to her, it should make her feel like we met too late, right?

Will she regard me as a confidant?

When she becomes famous for singing my song, will she be grateful to me or hate me?

Frankly speaking, she should hate me, but who makes you look down on me all the time?

Also, she seems to have just moved in, and she must have just dropped out of school not long ago.

Now she goes out at night and comes back in the morning.

She doesn't look like the type of person who likes to go to bars, so based on her resume, is she a resident singer in a bar?

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

Then she must not have written this song yet!

Chen Feng used his brain, displayed his reasoning ability comparable to Conan, frantically analyzed the situation, and actually guessed a lot of things by accident.

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