If you want to learn music, or collect more other materials, you must first leave the army as soon as possible and become a glorious low-income household.
Although the militarized training is very strict, it is not compulsory military service in this era, and it is unambiguous when it comes to eliminate people.
The reason why Chen Feng appeared in the barracks was just that the data of the previous physical test and nervous reaction test were acceptable, proving that he had the potential to become an excellent soldier.
But as long as his character and behavior are not up to standard, he will soon be sent back to his hometown.
He was eliminated last time because of his lack of common sense. This time he will not repeat the same mistake, but he will deliberately pretend to be crazy and stupid!
Two months later, Chen Feng succeeded.
He carried his luggage and got on the shuttle.
Chen Feng sat by the glass window and waved to his comrades who were seeing him off outside.
With a buzz, the shuttle started up.
The figures of the comrades on the platform quickly disappeared.
The shuttle left the military camp at the foot of Mount Everest, dragging a long blue tail flame, and headed straight for the low-income households thousands of kilometers away.
Chen Feng, who took off his military uniform and changed into casual clothes, wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed in his heart that he was finally eliminated.
The last time he entered a dream, he only lasted a month in the military camp.
At that time, he still had some regrets and didn't want to leave. He thought that if he had adapted to this world earlier, he might not have performed so badly in the reserve training.
But this time he clearly wanted to be eliminated, but many things are understood, and he really can't make those common sense mistakes again.
He performed much better this time than last time, and even became friends with several recruits. The
last time he was eliminated, he left alone in disgrace, but this time, several comrades saw him off and felt sorry for his "tragic" elimination.
Little did they know that this was a relief for Chen Feng.
Chen Feng actually didn't want the friendship of these people, but he really couldn't refuse other people's kindness.
How could he have the heart to tell everyone that all of you, including me, will die in a year?
During the two months in the barracks, in addition to slacking off in daily recruit training, he also used the military database to look up a lot of information.
Just like last time, he still couldn't find any detailed historical materials, only some very general records.
Chen Feng didn't care about it at all.
He learned new psychological construction skills. As long as he didn't hold any unnecessary hopes, he would never be disappointed.
It took three or four days for Chen Feng to settle down in the low-income welfare area in his hometown.
No one came to greet him when he "returned home in splendor."
He didn't even have an old acquaintance in his hometown.
In the real world, although Chen Feng had little affection for his family, he at least had his adoptive parents. This life seemed even worse. Except for the files showing that he was originally from Shuzhou, he had no relatives at all. The whole person seemed to have jumped out of a crack in a stone. Chen Feng
knew that he only had one year to live, but he didn't have any regrets. Instead, he had a leisurely life.
In the spacious and bright welfare tenant's living room, Chen Feng snapped his fingers.
Snap.
He said, "Smart assistant, from now on your name is Xiao Wei."
"Okay, master."
"Xiao Wei, get me all the information about Zhong Lei, a famous singer in the early 21st century."
Less than 0.1 second passed, and a holographic projection screen appeared two meters in front of him.
Zhong Lei's detailed information sheet appeared in front of him.
Basic information, portfolio, famous quotes and anecdotes, etc. were all available.
Chen Feng sat on the sofa, and the screen automatically adjusted, still maintaining a distance of one meter and a 45-degree angle with the ground.
While Chen Feng was scanning the data with his eyes and mind, he said, "Prepare lunch for me. I want the Sichuan set meal number seven, medium spicy."
Compared to the last time, Zhong Lei's information has hardly changed. The number of works, the names of the works, and even the time and background of the birth of these works are exactly the same.
Everything seems to have not changed.
Chen Feng focused his eyes on the column of famous sayings and anecdotes, and with a slight concentration, he unfolded the detailed information of this column.
In front of him were many reports related to Zhong Lei, from when she just debuted to biographies written by others hundreds of years after her death.
The database's historical information is very concise, but the things related to entertainment culture are well preserved.
Chen Feng has read all this information before.
He had worked hard to dig into history. Since the official history was untraceable, he had hoped to find clues from these scraps.
Unfortunately, the information he collected from these articles was fragmented and unsystematic, and did not help him understand history in any substantial way.
Chen Feng casually clicked on an interview. This was the first interview Zhong Lei had accepted after becoming famous. It happened when she was 26 years old, which was 2024 in the real world.
At that time, Chen Feng read the interview over and over again for no less than ten times.
After all, this was the closest written record to the era he lived in.
Chen Feng read it from beginning to end again.
Three minutes later, he was stunned.
He rubbed his eyes again to make sure he was not seeing things.
"No, that's not right. When the reporter asked her this question before, she didn't answer like this! Did I remember it wrong? It's impossible!"
Chen Feng grabbed his hair.
The interview report said this.
The reporter asked: "Now that you have achieved success, do you have anything to say to those newcomers who are interested in embarking on the road of music but are still groping in the dark?"
This is a very common question. Almost every successful person will be asked similar questions in different situations and in different ways.
The standard answer is usually that these successful people give some hypocritical encouragement to the younger generation, talking about the weight of ideals and the meaning of persistence.
But Chen Feng clearly remembers that when he saw this interview last time, Zhong Lei's answer was only two words, very simple and rough.
"No."
This answer is very much in her personal style, cold and inhuman, and the audience was instantly stunned, forcing the reporter to quickly change the topic, saying that she is indeed as straightforward as the rumors say.
...
But this time the interview manuscript is written like this.
Zhong Lei replied: "Music requires more talent than any other industry. Before choosing this path, it is best to figure out whether you have talent in this area. Otherwise, it is a waste of life."
Reporter: "Can't hard work make up for the gap in talent?"
Zhong Lei: "Yes, five years ago I had a neighbor. I only listened to him playing the guitar for less than half an hour, and I clearly told him that he had no musical sense and this path was a dead end for him."
"Is it so tragic?"
"Yes, it's that bad. If the average musical talent of ordinary people is 5, and mine is 10, then his musical talent should be 0. Oh, 0 is a bit too exaggerated, 0.5."
The reporter was silent for a long time, perhaps mourning for someone, and asked: "Did he listen to you? What happened to him later?"
Zhong Lei: "I think he listened, I was no longer disturbed by annoying noise. As for what happened to him later, I don't know, I'm not familiar with him."
Reporter: "You are as straightforward as the rumors say. Let's talk about your new song."
...
The content of the subsequent interview is exactly the same as in the past.
Chen Feng's expression kept changing.
What a lie!
What the hell is 0 and 0.5?
Isn't the neighbor who made annoying noises mentioned by Zhong Lei referring to herself?
What she meant was, I practiced guitar for a month, and she still remembered me?
Although he still failed to leave his name in history, at least he had an extra symbol, "Zhong Lei's neighbor who has no musical talent."
Chen Feng continued to read other materials, and in several different versions of Zhong Lei's biographies, he saw that she used herself as an example of "talent only theory."
Anyway, he was really miserable. He was whipped by Zhong Lei again and again in different postures on various occasions.
God knows how vengeful Zhong Lei is. Maybe the half-hour guitar playing she mentioned caused a perforated eardrum, so the resentment is so deep.
She almost wrote a song to scold herself.
Wait...
Chen Feng suddenly recalled a song by Zhong Lei that he rarely listened to, which had a weird style.
The song was called "Waste". It
was too real!
I hate it!
Chen Feng spent a long time controlling his emotions and slowly calmed down.
Combining information from various sources, it was confirmed that the incident in which Zhong Lei bullied him for playing the guitar really happened.
A small change eventually passed through the medium of Zhong Lei a thousand years ago, and its impact continued a thousand years later.
History has indeed been changed a lot.
Of course, the big process and direction have not changed, it's just that there are some irrelevant and itchy words in the historical materials related to Zhong Lei.
Although Chen Feng changed history, the impact was not strong enough and was easily neutralized and eliminated by the heavy historical torrent.
Turning off the holographic screen, Chen Feng sat on the sofa and pondered.
His mind was a little dizzy and not very clear.
You can't really blame him.
He is not a genius, but a mortal. The amount of information is too much, and the frequency of brain crashes is a bit high.
Through the changes in historical materials related to Zhong Lei, he realized a new problem.
The real world and his own dream world have truly connected across thousands of years of time.
So what is this for!
Is this a dream or is it real reality?
If it is a dream, why do historical materials change?
Why do I feel so real?
What are these immersive, moving, and dramatic blockbuster movies, these classic songs, and these immersive games?
My brain cannot be that strong.
But if it is reality, why did I wake up in my own bed after I died?
Shouldn't death be quick and easy?
Also, I woke up and returned to reality, so why did I come here in my sleep a month later?
Time went back to October 26, 3019, 8 am?
One hundred thousand whys turned into one hundred thousand chains, wrapping him up like a mummy.
Chen Feng has read a lot of online novels, especially those about time travel. He is a big shot and thinks he has seen a lot of the world.
Even if he really traveled to a fantasy world full of Dou Zong masters and Saint Magisters, he could accept it.
But the situation he encountered made him completely at a loss.
He was confused for most of the day until his stomach grewled with hunger.
Chen Feng sighed and felt that with his ordinary qualifications, he really couldn't figure out such a profound and complicated philosophical problem.
Since he couldn't figure it out, he didn't think about it anymore.
"Forget it! Hurry up and learn to copy songs!"
Chen Feng ordered Xiao Wei to play "Boring" while eating his rice.
"Oh, by the way, this is Zhong Lei's first song. If I copy it, will it completely change her fate and ruin her Beethoven?"
"This..."
He hesitated for about ten seconds, and Zhong Lei's ugly face appeared in his mind. She
was full of bad words for no reason, and her attitude was so blunt that it was unacceptable.
I practiced hard for a month while hiding from you like a thief, and you just bumped into me once by chance, and it wasn't too late, just eight or nine o'clock in the night, and you complained to me.
You also changed your "talent theory" in various ways, and your ugly song "Waste" must have been secretly given to me.
It's too much.
Chen Feng felt that he didn't owe her anything, but he was treated like an enemy.
Therefore, the sense of guilt that had just begun to emerge in his heart was instantly beaten up by his "conscience", beaten black and blue, and died down.
copy!
She deserves it if she is copied!
Who makes her song closest to 2019, most suitable in style, with the highest success rate and the most guaranteed?
Anyway, I've already tried hard to lick you.
I can't lick it because you don't give me a chance!
Chen Feng also felt a sense of pleasure from revenge.
I asked you to look down on me.
I'll copy you to death!
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