"How is it?"

Zhong Lei asked with a smile.

Her eyes curved into crescents, the sunset glowed behind her, her face looked a little blurry, but breathtakingly beautiful.

Chen Feng stared at her blankly.

After a long time, Chen Feng nodded heavily, "Very good, it was a special dream."

"Are you in a better mood?"

Zhong Lei stood up and sat opposite him and asked.

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

He turned his head away and dared not look at her again, and only said in a muffled voice: "It is better, thank you."

"Why thank me? Didn't you teach me all this?"

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

Chen Feng blushed.

He is not ashamed, he is embarrassed.

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

Every time Zhong Lei mentioned his "grace of teaching", he couldn't help but feel ashamed in secret.

If he has been copying songs for such a long time, his conscience should be full of holes, but he still can't change this bad habit of saving face, nor can he change his inferiority complex in secret.

For example, now, he originally only planned to let Zhong Lei sing "Sleepwalking Virgo" to see if this song and a few other songs sung by others later can continue to inspire her inspiration. Who knew that she would explode first after a little effort.

It even made Chen Feng doubt his life and secretly wondered if it would be better for her to just let her go free.

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

"I'll go to the bathroom to change."

He said hello to Zhong Lei and hid in the bathroom.

After locking the door, he was not in a hurry to change, but looked at himself in the mirror.

It's true, whether he realized it or not, the facial expression of himself in the mirror seemed to be much more relaxed, not so tense anymore.

He sighed again, you can make all the people in the galaxy feel inferior and be completely infected by you, sister Lei, you are a master.

He washed his face again and grinned at the mirror.

Very good.

It's really 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.

Before reaching the end of life, you shouldn't set an upper limit for your dreams.

Chen Feng doesn't know when and how his time travel will end. Maybe it will really cycle back and forth once a month until the normal lifespan of humans in the galaxy is exhausted.

I'll give it a try, wherever I go, I'll stop.

If the Compound Eyes are really the rulers of the Milky Way, then penetrate the Milky Way.

If the Milky Way is just a branch of the Compound Eyes, and the Local Group is the base camp of the Compound Eyes, then penetrate the Local Group.

The same applies to the Virgo Supercluster.

If the civilization that provides the solar system barrier to the compound eyes comes from a larger galaxy space, then break through it...

If the entire universe is full of enemies, then I will break through the entire universe.

If the universe is infinite, as long as human potential is also infinite, there will be a day when the song ends and everyone goes their separate ways.

As long as the director does not give up, the play will be filmed forever.

Chen Feng clenched his fists fiercely.

He was indeed affected by the new version of "Sleepwalking Virgo", and to a much deeper extent than ordinary people, because his mind is filled with a universe that others do not know.

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

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

He even started to be lazy about the handling of 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 he has to change his mindset in the future and regain the glorious tradition of grasping both hands and being strong in both hands.

Can't be lazy.

After changing clothes at a very fast speed, he carefully checked the bathroom floor drain in her bathroom to make sure not to miss a precious resource, and then carefully put it in his pocket, and Chen Feng pushed the door 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 Genia casual suit, "It's not easy to fold, I'm afraid it will dirty your bathroom."

Zhong Lei asked in confusion: "Can't you just throw it away? It's been painted like this, you still want it?"

Chen Feng decisively retorted, "What nonsense are you talking about, it's hundreds of thousands, you just don't want it? Send it to the dry cleaner and try to wash it with fat-soluble solvent, maybe it can still be worn. Is there any extra pockets? I'll put it in."

Zhong Lei couldn't help him and took out a woven bag from the cabinet.

Chen Feng packed it carefully, fearing that the paint would damage other places again.

Seeing his petty look, Zhong Lei couldn't help laughing.

This guy.

She was startled and recalled the first time they recorded a song together. He was so heartbroken that he sighed because of the few hundred yuan room fee. Everything seemed like yesterday.

It was she who changed first. He changed a lot in some aspects, but in some aspects, he remained the same.

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

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

Chen Feng quickly shook his head, "Let's not talk about good news, just play it quickly."

He didn't want to hear good news at all.

If he made another song for her, and it didn't reach the sublimation of "Sleepwalking Virgo", then he would be really exhausted.

"I have to say, you've become more handsome."

"Huh?"

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

Chen Feng touched his face, feeling embarrassed. "Really? Regrowth? Don't try to make me laugh against your conscience. Can people become more handsome as they grow older?"

"Really."

Chen Feng spread his hands, thinking that this might be due to the sublimation of the genes of the galactic humans.

Now he just wanted to get down to business, so he just made a joke: "Okay. Maybe you like me too much. My lover's eyes see beauty in everything, and I look handsome."

Zhong Lei said coquettishly, "You are so conceited, so shameless."

"It's shameless, just think that I can really become handsome, but I won't make you dizzy."

Zhong Lei's fingers lightly plucked the ukulele, making a crisp sound.

She stopped talking and started playing the prelude of "Pure Mind". What she thought in her heart was, "I'm dizzy."

Once they got down to business, they were both professionals now, and the disturbing thoughts just now quickly disappeared in their hearts.

The hard practice that day was indeed very effective.

Chen Feng once again faced the admiring gazes of accompanists such as Zhong Lei and Lesna, and worked hard as a vocal coach.

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, and is also the center of higher education and medical care in the northern United States.

The city has the highest per capita education level in the United States, and its economic foundation is 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 with his own project team.

Chen Feng's poaching was very successful. Ryan had made up his mind. Even if Linton Research Institute didn't want to let him go, there was no good way.

First of all, Ryan had successfully completed the project he was working on. Secondly, the contract signed by both parties was about to expire, and it would be difficult to keep him by force.

Ryan was going to leave anyway.

Previously, Linton Research Institute planned to take some unconventional measures to keep Ryan in the United States for a period of time to see if they could use some coercion or inducement, or introduce him to a "virtuous" Chinese wife who was loyal to the United States, to make him change his mind.

But no one thought that this time Ryan took the opportunity to connect Roller with the big project of the relevant Chinese departments and went there and never came back.

The call went through, but the person just didn't return it, and was even willing to pay out of his own pocket to buy out the remaining two months of the contract.

The Linton Institute was angry and helpless, so it simply kept suppressing Ryan's resignation procedures and refused to agree to buy out the contract period, which was reasonable and legal.

Although Ryan has already started working for Chen Feng, in the international academic community, judging from the law, Ryan's behavior is still illegal.

Chen Feng decided to personally settle this matter and let Ryan and his Star Institute obtain internationally recognized legal status as soon as possible.

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

Buck-passing exists in any political system. The greater the interests involved, the better the Tai Chi is.

With the support of AAAS (American Association for the Advancement of Science), the Linton Institute dragged the matter until two years later when it was finally completed, causing Chen Feng considerable trouble.

Chen Feng sat in Paul Powell's car and drove straight to the Los Angeles airport.

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

Chen Feng did not treat him badly and gave him generous tips every time.

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

Powell is always so optimistic. Of course, his purpose of wanting to give Chen Feng the whole rap may not be so simple.

Now that he knows how great Chen Feng is, he might also be dreaming unrealistic dreams.

For example, this great music producer was shocked by his black talent, and then signed a check for himself.

From then on, he left the ranks of real estate agents and drivers, became a celebrity in the music industry, married a beautiful and wealthy woman, held supermodel parties, and reached the pinnacle of life.

"Nonono! Fihink you."

Chen Feng decisively stopped him. He knew what black rap was like. If you didn't mix some words starting with f, b, and s in it, it would seem unauthentic. He

couldn't appreciate this stuff.

It's not that you can't swear at all.

Swearing is an extreme expression of emotion. If you have no emotions but still rely on swearing to force yourself to express them, that is very low.