Looking at the man in front of her, Zhong Lei clenched her teeth.

She was trying hard to control her temper, fearing that she would rush up and fight with this guy.

It was seven o'clock in the evening.

Because she didn't want to deal with this man anymore, she went out half an hour earlier today, but she didn't expect to be caught by him.

No, to be more precise, he might have been waiting deliberately.

As soon as she went downstairs, he opened the door immediately, and his position was quite particular, just blocking the door.

He was still holding the broken guitar in his arms, and the expression on his face seemed to be a little expectant and excited, and a little nervous.

Chen Feng's appearance at this time made Zhong Lei inexplicably angry.

What on earth do you want to do?

Being a quick thinker, she had already noticed that Chen Feng was trying to approach her actively, and even felt that Chen Feng had other motives for practicing guitar.

After all, Chen Feng was the apartment manager, and he should know something about her, knowing that she was a musician.

"Get out of the way."

After a little thought, Zhong Lei snorted, and thought to herself.

Why won't this guy give up?

Didn't I make it clear yesterday?

So he thought he would have an epiphany after thinking about it for another day?

Is he trying to prove his strength?

Stop it, okay!

Zhong Lei wanted to laugh.

In the past month, since the awkward chat that day, the two of them only exchanged a few words yesterday.

But that couldn't be considered a communication, it was purely Zhong Lei's protest out of her intolerance.

In fact, she had heard Chen Feng play the guitar more than once, but she had only heard some sounds occasionally before, and she endured it without saying anything.

Yesterday, she wanted to sleep for two more hours, but she was filled with the devilish sound. She also remembered that Chen Feng's "impure motives" for learning guitar, and finally she couldn't stand it anymore.

Zhong Lei knew very well that Chen Feng's level was just a beginner among beginners with no talent. He was just wasting his time playing the guitar.

Although her advice yesterday was unpleasant, it was actually well-intentioned in a sense.

She didn't think that Chen Feng could make impressive progress in just one day.

Chen Feng smiled awkwardly, but did not move away as he was told. Instead, he said, "I know I'm a newbie, but that's not important. I actually wrote a song and I'd like you to listen to it and give me some comments."

Zhong Lei's eyes widened, with a look of as if she had seen a ghost.

Yes, Chen Feng did come to prove himself.

But Chen Feng was not going to play other people's songs, but to show her his original music?

You are the only one who wants to create original music? Are you crazy?

"Ha...ha! Haha!" Zhong Lei laughed, amused by his ignorance and angry at his shamelessness.

After a brief sneer, Zhong Lei's tone suddenly became three points colder, "Are you kidding! Writing a song? You? You really think I won't complain to you?"

Chen Feng looked at her silently, feeling a little complicated, and wanted to turn around and leave.

It's a bit difficult to be a good person.

Yes, he was planning to give "Boring" to Zhong Lei to sing.

"Boring" was originally Zhong Lei's song. He copied two of her songs. If he didn't give her any, Chen Feng's conscience would be a little uneasy.

There is an even more important reason. The artistic achievement and production level of "Boring" are actually not very high.

In another time and space, the reason why "Boring" became popular as Zhong Lei's debut work is inextricably linked to her unique voice, her natural singing skills and her subtle emotional capture.

Therefore, Chen Feng believes that if "Boring" is sold to others, it may not achieve the ideal result. The best choice is to give it to the original singer himself.

Although the time is advanced by a few years, Zhong Lei's singing skills may still be a little immature, but at least it is safe.

As long as she sings it, even if it doesn't become a hit, in theory, the minimum effect that can be achieved in the end is guaranteed.

Of course, this will definitely completely change Zhong Lei's fate, making her famous debut much earlier, and her life experience will become completely different from another timeline, which may make her lose a lot of experience in life.

No one knows what kind of changes Chen Feng's fierce flapping of butterfly wings will cause to Zhong Lei and the future.

But does it matter?

Chen Feng doesn't care when Zhong Lei will become famous or how famous she is. He only cares if Zhong Lei is familiar with him when she becomes famous, and if she can take him to success after she becomes famous.

What's more, making her famous earlier is helping her!

Chen Feng doesn't care what will happen in the future. After all, humans will be extinct in a thousand years. What can be worse?

"I know you haven't started work yet. Listening to a song will only take a few minutes. It won't delay you. As for whether to sue me or not, you can make a decision after listening to it."

Chen Feng finally decided to give it a try.

After that, he didn't wait for Zhong Lei to speak, picked up the guitar, and his fingertips quickly slid across the strings.

With just this one move, the words that Zhong Lei was about to curse suddenly got stuck in her throat.

Laymen see the excitement, experts see the tricks. Just from Chen Feng's raising of his hand, Zhong Lei was able to keenly perceive his huge change. Whether

a person can play the guitar or not, whether he has worked hard on playing, people who know the business basically only need to take a look at his starting position and observe his fingering of pressing and plucking the strings to get a clue.

With the proficiency Chen Feng showed at that moment, it is impossible for him to play the same magic sound that he heard yesterday.

Sure enough, as the melody sounded, Zhong Lei no longer felt the torture of yesterday.

Chen Feng's guitar playing is not very spiritual, but he has practiced playing this song for more than a thousand hours, and his proficiency is comparable to that of a trainee who has practiced for three and a half years.

So the guitar accompaniment of "Boring" he played at this time was of perfect pitch and impeccable.

The appeal of this song was greatly weakened by the guitar accompaniment alone, but it was good enough for a live performance in a small theater.

Zhong Lei's originally slightly manic mood was slowly soothed by Chen Feng's skilled performance.

But new doubts arose in her mind.

Yesterday's performance was so disgusting, how come this person seemed like a different person overnight?

Could it be that he was playing a pig to eat the tiger before? What's the point?

Forget it, he really worked hard, and considering that he also likes music, just listen to what kind of song this is.

Zhong Lei never thought that Chen Feng really couldn't play it yesterday, but he really can play it today.

A person goes from being a guitar novice to an expert overnight. This is completely against her common sense and beyond her imagination.

Seeing that the prelude successfully calmed Zhong Lei, Chen Feng felt relieved and thought that he had taken a big step towards success. He played more seriously, more devotedly, and more carefully.

Zhong Lei is worthy of being a contestant who can become the female version of Beethoven in the future. She is serious and pious about music.

Once her attitude is correct, she quickly tasted the charm of the song played by Chen Feng.

Her eyes lit up.

This is indeed a chord combination that she has never heard before. Could it be his original creation?

It is a little immature, but it is sincere.

It sounded a bit sad and a bit like a young person's whining, showing dissatisfaction with the status quo, but unable to change it, and could only go with the flow.

However, at the deepest point of all negative emotions, there seemed to be a flame hidden, which seemed to be burning in his heart, constantly urging him to pursue his own dream.

It was as if the phoenix was seriously injured, lying in the magma deep underground, waiting for the day when it would heal from its injuries and regroup to soar into the sky.

Zhong Lei's breathing gradually slowed down, and her emotions were involuntarily taken in, and she actually developed a sense of sympathy for the performer Chen Feng, whom she originally disliked.

This was just a prelude of less than 20 seconds, and Chen Feng hadn't even started singing yet, but Zhong Lei could hear so many emotions.

It wasn't that Zhong Lei's music appreciation ability was really so high that it broke through the sky, it was simply because she wrote this song herself.

This song was like a huge rock, smashing into her heart, resonating and echoing.