In stark contrast to the usual bustle, the streets were deserted with few pedestrians. Even coins dropped on the ground would be covered with dust, but no one would pick them up.

Not knowing what had happened, Chen Feng, who was too worried to ask, just walked slowly with his hands in his pockets.

The external environment was deserted, with fewer distractions.

Being alone is the best soil for nurturing divergent thinking. Chen Feng's mind subconsciously began to run wild again.

He had figured out the general idea before, but there was still a problem that kept bothering him.

The problem of leadership.

He didn't like the position of leader.

This time he bit the bullet and took it reluctantly.

Judging from the results, he did a pretty good job.

But he actually hopes to have a leader who absolutely trusts him, has brains and charisma to protect him from the wind and rain, while he only needs to provide information and charge into battle. How great that would

be. But he couldn't figure out how to help a leader out of thin air.

Theoretically, Tang Tianxin is the perfect candidate.

But Chen Feng can't accurately control the status of the child's mother every time he goes there. The fact that

she still exists is the greatest blessing, and he really can't ask for more.

This time Chen Feng went so smoothly, and the child's mother successfully took over the military power. There are many coincidences in it.

The tragic Hundred Years' War made the fate of mankind miserable, but it was also the era for forging heroes.

Chen Feng came into being, like a god descending from heaven, playing a key role in major battles against Lei. When the whole clan was in despair, he took out his identity as a thousand-year prophet at the right time, completely conquered Lei, and turned her into stars. Only then did he take power in an undisputed manner.

The right time, right place, and right people are all indispensable, and it may not be easy to replicate.

If the next time he goes there is a peaceful period, the mother of the child is only a major general or even a lower position. Chen Feng feels that it is difficult to help her become a leader in just one year.

Even if he reveals his identity again and makes the world recognize his identity as a thousand-year prophet, without the purification of blood and fire, without the real self-proof on the battlefield, even if he beats all human beings on the training ground, he can't easily subdue everyone.

Others would recommend him to be the sharpest knife of mankind, but Tang Tianxin might not be able to regain control of the country in the command sequence.

However, Chen Feng did not want to experience the great opportunity created by Lei's cold-blooded killing for the second time.

I'm sorry for 17 billion times, it's too tiring to say it.

Chen Feng shook his head, trying to tell himself not to bother with things

that he couldn't figure out, and that things would work out when the time came. But human hearts are hard to control. If he could really control his thoughts easily, and stop thinking about things he had to think about immediately, then he should check himself to see if he had reviewed "Songs of the World" too many times in his mind, causing some kind of self-infiltration.

Unknowingly, Chen Feng leisurely walked through the gate of Mason College.

The guards knew him, and seeing that he looked troubled, they did not come up to greet him, so as not to disturb the thoughts of this great man.

As the guard of a music palace like Mason College, he finally had some experience and was familiar with the news in the industry.

Aside from the song "Bath of Fire" sung by Katy Swift, which was composed by Chen Feng and won the Grammy Awards, the English songs that Chen Feng sold in the past two months, which he wrote the lyrics and composed, have been released one after another and landed on the top of the Billboard charts.

Even in the top 50 of this chart belonging to the European and American circles, there are two rare Chinese songs.

One is "Self-Ignition", which is from Zhong Lei.

A song called "Across the Starry Sky" by Lu Wei.

Mediocre people pursue fame and fortune, but the strong who are above their time will naturally gain fame and fortune.

Chen Feng is now an indisputable strong man, easily breaking through the shackles of an oriental face.

Looking at Chen Feng's calm back with his hands in his pockets, the guard thought to himself, he must be thinking about some amazing masterpiece again? He

is really an amazing person who has gotten rid of vulgar tastes and is thinking all the time.

It is precisely because of this kind of focus that he can become a big man who is famous all over the world today.

Chen Feng didn't care about what others thought. He walked in confidently. From the corner of his eye, he saw a white-painted wooden chair next to the fountain flowerbed in the small square of the college. He sat down subconsciously, propped up his chin with his right hand, and leaned to look like a thinker.

The guard who was watching him from afar changed his expression slightly. He wanted to come up to remind him, but finally shrank back.

Forget it.

He is so rich that he doesn't care about a mere set of clothes.

After sitting on the bench, Chen Feng thought of the last scene in his mind again.

Use yourself as bait and die with the enemy.

It seems very powerful, but it is actually the helpless act of a lone wolf.

This time he is the only human in the galaxy, and he can't do anything alone. He can only kill one of them.

What if he has more and stronger comrades next time, or even if he is no longer the strongest warrior of mankind, and only needs to be a salted fish soldier in the army, and then be led by the big guys even more happily?

In addition, this time, due to the conditions, only 200,000 particle bombs were prepared.

If it is done more perfectly next time, the comprehensive strength of mankind is stronger, the mandatory demand for personnel is reduced, and more population is retained, and 100 million particle bombs are directly deployed at the location where the invaders appear, and they are blown to ashes as soon as they come, wouldn't it be happy?

This concept seems absurd, but it is actually highly feasible, and it is only one step away.

Even if these unorthodox methods are not considered and the conventional frontal battlefield is taken, he has forced the invaders to use four new trump cards in one breath this time.

The dragonfly fighter and the black hole bomb were thoroughly analyzed, and Fanxing quickly summarized them into a collection of papers, projected into Chen Feng's retina, and forced him to remember them.

When he returns to the past, as long as there is no major technological setback, he will be able to find the right opportunity to use these things.

Next time, as long as the descendants don't do anything stupid and kill themselves first, humans really can't lose.

After winning, Chen Feng felt that he could live seriously and enjoy life for once in the future. How

happy it would be if he could spend his whole life learning scientific knowledge and become a person like Dong Shan who has learned from many people, or a great scholar like Ou Qinglan who has unparalleled knowledge in a certain field. What

if he could really learn a subject and bring it back to the 21st century, what would the future be like?

Chen Feng was a little distracted when he just imagined that scene.

He shook his head, quickly pulled himself away from this worthless fantasy, and reconsidered business.

How can humans win more perfectly?

Chen Feng tilted his head slightly and looked at the white guard who was also secretly looking at him with admiration.

He remembered the even more fanatical admiration of Lu Xianfeng, Lawrence and others when they looked at him.

Alas, if some great leaders could be supported from afar in the 30th century, it would be much easier.

Last time, "Master Chen Feng" initially formed the ideology of "prophet", but it was not strong enough. The impact on future generations was not enough to deeply affect the motivation of human behavior across five hundred years, and it was not enough to form a strong enough binding force to make future generations revolve around his will and present a completely benign competition pattern.

Eventually, it evolved into a proxy war that lasted for 389 years, and became the final push that led Lei to extremes, causing her to launch an even more brutal Hundred Years War.

Fortunately, because of my existence, I was able to finally combine Lei's achievements with those of the Free Front, so that these hundreds of years would not be wasted.

In such an unhealthy competition, although the world powers and Lei accelerated their technological development due to the arms race, Chen Feng subconsciously felt that if there were a few great leaders who took over from 2700 to 3000, and guided the vicious competition to benign, it would be

great to maintain the intensity of competition while controlling it within a certain range and preventing the war from actually happening.

But he really couldn't think of any way to transcend time and accurately control the ideology of future generations to such an extent.

It was too difficult!

He racked his brains.

Finally, he barely sorted it out. Chen Feng thought that he could only try to pass on the ideology left by his deceased self from generation to generation in a timeline full of random variables.

And pray that his beliefs can be strong enough to transcend hundreds of years and project onto a certain or a group of talented and noble perfect successors, and encourage these people to stand up, develop their potential, and take the responsibility of leading civilization.

Perfectionists are good at creating trouble for themselves. Chen Feng was not a perfectionist. He was an extreme perfectionist who was forced into shape by the lives of many people.

This time he was really stuck in a dead end and couldn't get out.

After a long time, he slapped himself lightly.

I don't want to think about it anymore!

Think about something happy!

What should I do after winning?

But immediately, another problem that he didn't want to face but couldn't avoid gradually came to his mind.

Did he really win by destroying the spherical battleship?

This battleship has a history of 500,000 years, which means that the opponent built it 500,000 years ago.

Before and after this, did the compound eyes make anything else?

Such a powerful compound eyes civilization, how could there be only one battleship?

Common sense told him that this was impossible.

Even this spherical battleship may be just a reconnaissance unit serving as an outpost in the military system of the Compound Eyes.

That would be very hopeless.

Just like climbing a mountain, people can only see the scenery behind the mountain after overcoming difficulties and hardships.

The scenery behind the mountain is magnificent, but it may be another steep cliff that rises into the clouds.

For a long time in the past, Chen Feng's goal was very simple, to blow up the only enemy spherical battleship.

He was not qualified and did not deliberately think about the future.

But now, the probability of defeating the spherical battleship has changed from zero percent to at least seventy percent, and he has to add new anxiety.

Judging from the results, there are two most likely results.

First, the spherical battleship is the enemy's core combat unit and a powerful military unit. Humanity destroys the spherical battleship and kills or captures alive all the compound eyes in the battleship. The Earth civilization successfully declares force and reaches a peace treaty with each other. Humanity officially opens the connection with the cosmic civilization, enters the galactic age, and smoothly integrates into the cosmic social system.

Second, the spherical battleship is really just a reconnaissance unit. In order to completely wipe out humanity, the invaders continue to maintain the solar system barrier and dispatch real troops to implement a crushing civilization extinction operation.

Emotions make Chen Feng hope for the first ending, but reason tells him that he is probably living in a dream.

The second ending will bring him greater despair, but its possibility is indeed the greatest.

In other words, even if it is the first case, the compound eyes will most likely choose to continue to start a full-scale war.

Chen Feng has never spoken a word to the invaders so far, but some of his judgments can be understood with just a glance.

When he was wearing the Condor Armor and looking at the compound eyes that were killed through the window, the other party's eyes were indifferent, jealous, and fearful.

There is no hatred or love without reason in the world, nor is there fear without reason.

If the earth civilization is really so humble, how can the other party be afraid?

They will just crush them with an expressionless face.

Therefore, Chen Feng understands that the potential of the human beings on earth is far higher than that of the other party, and the other party must understand this point.

Chen Feng has found the exact motive for the other party to start a war.

The answer made him happy and depressed.

As an old Chinese proverb goes:

A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind.

The man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing the treasure.

The weak earth civilization has too much potential. Once exposed, it is doomed to perish.

This is an objective fact that cannot be changed by personal will.

Chen Feng started to worry again.

It might be difficult to collect a thousand strands of Zhong Lei's hair. If he continued like this, he might be able to collect all his own in a few days.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice Zhong Lei approaching him when he saw him passing by the small square, and then he excitedly ran to the small supermarket to buy two ice cream cones.

Zhong Lei didn't disturb him, but just stood beside him and looked at the man quietly like a madman, with the expression on his face changing again and again, sometimes smiling, sometimes distressed, sometimes angry, and sometimes confused.

But the only thing that remains unchanged is the lingering gloom in his eyes.

He even slapped himself.

The slap was particularly loud.

He looked like a madman, a little crazy.

Zhong Lei, who was very sensitive to emotions, knew clearly that this was a manifestation of a person's inner pressure reaching an extreme.

She couldn't help but feel distressed and uncomfortable.

She could feel that for a long, long time, Chen Feng had never been truly happy and had never felt relaxed in his heart.

Perhaps, before the two became friends, when he foolishly tried to strike up a conversation with her and was just a lowly apartment manager, he lived an easier life than now.

Chen Feng. What are you suffering from?

Zhong Lei was unconsciously absent-minded, and her eyes gradually became moist.

She didn't notice that the ice cream in her hand began to melt, until the cold cheese cream dripped onto her fingers, and then she was startled.

She subconsciously let out a low cry and wanted to touch the tissue, but found that there was ice cream in both hands. She

froze.

She didn't know what to do for a moment.

Chen Feng was awakened by the low cry, raised his head and looked to the side, just to see her at a loss.

Chen Feng quickly stood up and walked forward.

Zhong Lei immediately handed the things to her, "Help me get it."

Chen Feng took the ice cream from her hand, but saw that her face was flushed and her eyes were moist.

As she wiped her hands with paper, Chen Feng asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhong Lei shook her head slightly, "Nothing."