I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

Time always flies by, so Chen Feng waited and unknowingly wasted another week.

Compared with the goal-oriented struggle in the dream, Chen Feng had many more chores after coming out.

He still had to go to work, deal with chores in the apartment from time to time, and go to the company headquarters from time to time to attend some pointless meetings that he had to go to.

This is the daily life of most urban white-collar workers in the world.

I was busy in a mediocre way, saying that I would do something in my spare time, but in the end, in the blink of an eye, my precious time was stolen for no apparent reason.

Chen Feng originally planned to use these few days to collect more information about music-related companies, no matter which city it was in. He would then take annual leave from the company and make a concentrated trip.

Or you can follow the entertainment news to see if any well-known people in the music industry come to Hanzhou to perform activities, and then imitate those groupies and kill them to see if you can try your luck and stop someone on the road.

It's a pity that he is not a member of the fan circle after all, so he can't get first-hand information.

By the time he saw it in the entertainment news, people had already come and left.

In the past half month, the only thing Chen Feng did well was to persist in exercising and run ten kilometers every day without hesitation.

He didn't run fast, his purpose was to recover, but the effect was basically achieved.

Only two weeks have passed and his physical condition has recovered a lot.

When he first started running, he ran for two hours from nine to eleven to complete ten kilometers, which was equivalent to a pace of 12. This was a sign of considerable physical weakness.

But two weeks later, he used the fartlek method to run ten kilometers in almost 70 minutes, and his pace changed to 7, making great progress.

It’s good to be young and recover quickly enough.

At nine o'clock that night, he put on his sports clothes and inferior running shoes, went downstairs, and left the community.

Winter was coming soon, and it was a little cooler in Hanzhou at night. Chen Feng tightened his collar, looked around to choose a direction, and trotted forward with his head buried in the air.

In the past two weeks, he had been running circles around the community. After five laps, he covered almost ten kilometers.

But always running the same route was a bit boring. This time he decided to run farther away. There were four traffic lights in the planned path.

But it doesn't matter, just take a break while waiting for the traffic lights.

After walking about four to five hundred meters, you reach the first traffic light intersection.

At this time, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, his body was warm, and the soles of his feet ached slightly, all because of his poor shoes.

Chen Feng paused, put his tongue on the roof of his mouth, and carefully controlled his breathing rhythm.

It's cold, so don't inhale too hard, otherwise your flanks will easily hurt.

There were about twenty or thirty people waiting for the traffic light, most of them young men and women dressed fashionably.

Although the night was cool, the beauties were not dressed thickly, with short skirts and shorts, and black and white stockings of unknown thickness.

These people talked loudly and seemed to be in high spirits.

Most of the online names they call each other are weird names such as "Langxing", "Wuma", "Hongxiu", "Bao'er", and "Hunting Meng".

The contents of their conversations were all over the place, as if they were promoting themselves by describing their own experiences, and they seemed to be carefully testing and guessing the authenticity of each other's identities, and perhaps formulating various strategies in their minds.

Chen Feng looked at the street with flashing neon lights in front of the traffic lights and felt a little surprised.

The street in front is called Shaolin Road, which is a famous bar street in Hanzhou City. Super Club, Yuehe and many other well-known nightclub brands have large flagship stores here.

These men and women should be going to nightclubs to have fun.

Zhong Lei lives in Weston Apartment. It is precisely because it is very close to Shaolin Road that most of her nightclubs are concentrated here.

Chen Feng wanted to turn around and leave.

Considering his current age and the fact that he is single, clubbing and nightclubs should have been his entertainment life.

But he really couldn't bear to part with the little money he had worked so hard to save.

Unlike other people of his age, Chen Feng can only rely on himself if he wants to take root in the city.

Even if I live frugally every month, I can only save two to three thousand, and it takes half a year to save enough to buy a one-square-meter house in Hanzhou City, but at least I have an idea.

Therefore, although they are close together, Chen Feng never likes to go to Shaolin Road.

He is afraid of being sour.

If he wants to make a U-turn today, he should not go to Shaolin Road and ask for trouble.

Just as I was thinking this, the red light turned to green and I could pass.

The men and women in front of Chen Feng were about to take a step forward when a fiery red Ferrari roared past everyone, passing by everyone. It was thrilling and exciting, and there were a lot of screams and curses. The scene was a bit chaotic and chaotic. In a ball.

The flaming taillights dragged four twisted shadows of light on the dim street, quickly disappearing.

The young men and women who had been chatting animatedly just now fell into an awkward silence after scolding each other.

Chen Feng had sharp eyes and saw the scene inside clearly the moment the car passed by.

The young man sitting in the driver's seat is holding the steering wheel with his left hand, and holding a woman's head up with his right hand.

Chen Feng didn't see the woman's appearance clearly, but she wasn't ugly at all.

It was not difficult for him to guess what the woman was doing.

This damn rich second generation.

Okay, still sour.

Some people are born at the end of happiness, incomparable.

Someone bumped his shoulder, causing him to lose his balance slightly and take a step forward.

Chen Feng walked forward along with the crowd. Forget it, he had already been sore once today and he would not be sore again easily.

Cross the street and keep running.

Across the street, it was only a few hundred meters away from the residential area on the Weston side, but it was already a completely different world.

It's quiet and deserted on one side, and bright and feasting on the other.

Chen Feng buried his head, ignoring the comings and goings of people around him, and just kept running.

While running, he was not idle in his mind, but kept thinking about what to do next.

I have obviously copied two songs and should have shown my talents. It has been two weeks since I came back, but I still can't make a breakthrough.

He just doesn't understand.

In so many novels I have read before, once the protagonist gets the golden finger, he will take off in an instant. Why is it so difficult to get here?

Is there something wrong with the way I use cheats?

Shouldn't I copy the song?

Should I copy something else?

Next time I will change my mind, read more biographies, and explore some of the entertainment talents that will rise in the next few years?

Since I can’t hold on to someone like Zhong Lei who was born a thousand years ago, I’ll settle for the next best thing and develop a few more less aggressive head offices, right?

"What are you doing! Let go! I'm calling the police!"

There was a scream not far away.

Chen Feng subconsciously paused.

He stopped so hard that he almost stumbled to the ground.

Chen Feng held on to the lamppost and looked to the side.

A woman carrying a guitar struggled to free herself from a young man's hand.

The man seemed to be trying to pull her into the car parked on the side of the road.

Well, it’s another red Ferrari. I don’t know if it’s the one that passed by before.

After being freed, the man tried to grab her again, but was slapped in the face by the woman.

The crackling sound was just like a firecracker.