If you want to learn music, or collect some other materials, you must first leave the army as soon as possible and become a glorious low-income household.

Don't look at this militarized training is very strict, but the practice of military service in this era is not compulsory, and it is unambiguous to eliminate people.

The reason why Chen Feng appeared in the barracks was just that the data from the previous physical test and neurological response test were acceptable, proving that he had the potential to become an excellent soldier.

But as long as he behaves unqualified in character and behavior, he will soon be beaten back to his hometown.

Last time he was eliminated because of a lack of common sense, this time he won't repeat the same mistakes, but he has to deliberately pretend to be crazy and stupid!

Two months later, Chen Feng succeeded.

He packed his bags and got on the shuttle.

Chen Feng sat by the glass window and waved his hand to the comrades who saw him off outside.

With a buzz, the shuttle roared.

The figures of the comrades-in-arms on the platform quickly disappeared.

The shuttle dragged a long blue tail flame and left the military camp at the foot of Mount Everest, heading straight for the low-income household settlement thousands of kilometers away.

Chen Feng, who took off his military uniform and changed into a regular uniform, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and sighed secretly in his heart, he could be regarded as eliminated.

The last time he entered the dream realm, he only lasted in the barracks for a month.

At that time, he still had some regrets, and he didn't want to leave, thinking that if he had adapted to the world earlier, he might not have behaved so badly in reserve training.

But this time, he obviously took the initiative to hope that he would be eliminated, but many things are understood, and he really can't make those common-sense mistakes again.

This time, he performed much better than last time, and even became friends with several recruits on a rare occasion.

The last time he was eliminated, he left alone, but this time several comrades-in-arms saw him off, and regretted that he was "tragically" eliminated.

How do they know that this is a relief for Chen Feng.

Chen Feng actually didn't want the friendship of these people, but he really couldn't refuse the kindness of others.

How could he bear to tell everyone that all of you, including me, would die in a year's time?

During the two months in the barracks, in addition to fishing in the daily training of recruits, he also used the military's database to check a lot of information.

As last time, he still couldn't find any detailed historical information, only some very general records.

Chen Feng didn't care about this, anyway, he didn't have any expectations for it, so naturally he wouldn't be disappointed.

It took three or four days for Chen Feng to settle down in the welfare area for low-income households in his hometown.

He "returned home", and no one came to greet him.

He didn't have any old acquaintances in his hometown.

In the real world, although Chen Feng's family affection is indifferent, he still has adoptive parents, and this life seems to be even worse, except for the archives showing that he is originally from Shuzhou, he has no relatives, and the whole person seems to have jumped out of the cracks in the stones.

Chen Feng knew that he only had one year to live, but he didn't have any regrets, but ended up idle.

In the spacious and bright living room of the welfare room, Chen Feng snapped his fingers.

Syllable.

He said: "Smart assistant, from now on your name is Xiaowei. ”

"Good master."

"Xiaowei, give me all the information about the famous singer Zhong Lei at the beginning of the 21st century."

Less than a fraction of a second passed, a holographic projection curtain appeared two meters in front of his eyes.

Zhong Lei's detailed information sheet appeared in front of him.

Basic information, portfolios, quotes and anecdotes are all available.

Chen Feng sat on the sofa, the light curtain was automatically adjusted, still maintaining a distance of one meter, and at an angle of forty-five to the ground.

Chen Feng scanned the information with his eyes and thoughts, and said in his mouth: "Prepare lunch for me, I want the No. 7 Sichuan Cuisine Package, medium and spicy." ”

Compared to last time, Zhong Lei's information has hardly changed, and the number of works, the titles of the works, and even the time and background of the birth of these works are exactly the same.

Nothing seems to have changed.

Chen Feng focused his eyes on the column of famous sayings and anecdotes, concentrating slightly, and expanding the detailed information of this column.

What appeared in front of him was a lot of reports related to Zhong Lei, from when she first debuted to biographies written by others hundreds of years after her death.

The database is very general about history, but it is very well preserved for entertainment and culture.

Chen Feng has read all this information before.

He has worked hard to dig up history, and since the official history is not traceable, he also counted on finding clues from these scraps.

It's just a pity that the information he gathered from these articles is fragmented and fragmented, and it doesn't really help him understand history.

Chen Feng clicked on an interview casually, this is the first time Zhong Lei has been interviewed since she became famous, which happened when she was twenty-six years old, that is, in the real world in 2024.

At that time, Chen Feng pondered this interview more than ten times.

After all, this is the closest written record of the era in which he lived.

Chen Feng once again looked at it from beginning to end.

Three minutes later, he froze.

He rubbed his eyes again to make sure he was not mistaken.

"No, when the reporter asked her this question before, she didn't answer like this! Am I mistaken? Impossible! ”

Chen Feng grabbed his hair.

It was written in the interview report.

The reporter asked: "Now that you have achieved fame, do you have anything to say to those newcomers in the industry who are interested in embarking on the road of music, but are still groping in the dark?" ”

This is a very common question, and almost every successful person will be asked a similar question in different ways on different occasions.

The standard answer is usually that these successful people give some false encouragement to their juniors, talk about the weight of ideals, and talk about the meaning of perseverance.

But Chen Feng clearly remembered that the last time he saw this interview, Zhong Lei's answer was only two words, which was very simple and rude.

"Nope."

This answer was very her personal style, so cold that it was impersonal, and it was cold in an instant, forcing the reporter to quickly change the topic, saying that she was really as straightforward as the rumors.

……

But this is how the interview was written.

Zhong Lei replied, "Music requires talent more than any other industry. Before choosing this path, it's best to find out if you have the talent for it. Otherwise, it's a waste of life. ”

Reporter: "Doesn't hard work make up for the talent gap?" ”

Zhong Lei: "Yes, I used to have a neighbor five years ago. I only listened to him play the guitar for less than half an hour, and I told him that there was no musicality, and this road was a dead end for him. ”

Reporter: "Did he listen to you?" What happened to him? ”

Zhong Lei: "I guess I listened, because I was never disturbed by the noise again. As for what happened to him, I don't know, I don't know it. ”

Reporter: "You're as straightforward as the rumors say." Let's talk about your new song. ”

……

The content of the subsequent interviews is exactly the same as in the past.

Chen Feng's expression changed continuously.

He thought to himself, what about the cheat!

Isn't the noisy neighbor in Zhong Lei's mouth referring to herself?

Mean, I've been practicing guitar for a month, and she's still thinking about it?

Although he still failed to leave a name in history, he finally 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 her "talent-only theory" with her own example.

Combined with various information, it shows that this thing really happened.

The small changes thousands of years ago finally continued to the millennium later through the medium of Zhong Lei.

History has indeed been changed so much.

Of course, the process and direction have not changed, but there are more innocuous words in the historical materials related to Zhong Lei.

Although Chen Feng changed history, his influence was not strong enough, and the influence was easily neutralized and eliminated by the heavy historical torrent.

Turning off the holographic screen, Chen Fengku sat on the sofa and pondered.

He was confused again.

You can't really blame him.

He's either a genius or a mortal, with too much information and a bit of a brain crash.

Through the changes in historical materials related to Zhong Lei, he became aware of a new problem.

The real world and your dream world, spanning thousands of years, are truly linked.

So what the hell is this for!

Is this dream of mine a dream, or is it really reality?

If it's a dream, then why does the historical data change?

Why is my touch so real?

What about these immersive, touching, up-and-down blockbusters, these classic songs, and these immersive games?

I can't be so good at brain supplementation.

But if it's reality, then why do I wake up in my bed when I die?

Shouldn't you die neatly when you die?

Also, I've woken up and come back to reality, why did I come here in my sleep a month later?

It's October 26, 3019, eight o'clock in the morning?

Why did 100,000 turn into 100,000 chains, wrapping him around a mummy.

Chen Feng has read a lot of online novels, especially those that travel to the direction, and his nerves are also big, and he boasts that he has seen a lot of the world.

Even if he really crossed over to a Dou Sect powerhouse walking all over the place, he felt that he could accept the fantasy world where there were as many holy demon masters as dogs.

But the situation he encountered made him completely at a loss.

He was stunned for most of the day, and he didn't come back to his senses until he was hungry.

Chen Feng sighed, realizing that with his ordinary qualifications, he really couldn't figure out such a profound and complex philosophical issue.

Since you can't figure it out, don't think about it.

"Count the ball! Hurry up and learn the guitar and copy songs is serious! ”

While Chen Feng was shaving rice, he ordered Xiaowei to play "Boring".

"Uh, by the way, this is Zhong Lei's first song. If I copied it, would I completely reverse her fate and confiscate her, the Beethoven? ”

"This ......"

He hesitated for about ten seconds, and Zhong Lei's annoying face appeared in his mind, which was quite ugly.

Inexplicably full of bad words, and his attitude is so blunt that he doesn't eat oil and salt.

I have been practicing hard for a month like a thief from you, that is, I was bumped into by you by chance, and it is not too late, it is only eight or nine o'clock at night, and you have to complain about me.

Chen Feng felt that he didn't owe her anything, but he was treated as an enemy.

Therefore, the sense of indebtedness that had just vaguely emerged in his heart was instantly beaten by his "conscience", and his nose and face were swollen, and he died down.

Copy!

She deserved it!

Who called her song the closest to 2019, the most suitable style, the highest success rate, and the safest?

I've tried to lick you hard anyway.

I can't lick it, it's you who don't give it a chance!

Chen Feng has a sense of revenge.

I tell you to look down on me.

I'll kill you!