Early the next morning, Chu Fan casually made some omelette-rice porridge, and after dealing with it, he was ready to go back to the replica earth.

Another archived doomsday world, he didn't dare to go over for the time being, God knows if those zombies would be waiting for him in that room, and the world observation function has not been turned on yet, so there is no way to know the situation in that world.

As for using the acceleration function again, he decided to wait for more points to try again, otherwise there would be no save location at that time, and how to choose is a problem.

He didn't want to lose the apocalyptic world, which meant a lot of ownerless wealth, and there was certainly even a lot of thermal weapons.

And relative to that world, he has a lot of food, which is what the apocalyptic world needs.

I'm afraid that for the survivors of that world, food should be the most important thing, and that means being alive.

Judging from the details of the time and space offset, the country was infected by the zombie virus four months ago, and now that four months have passed, the food should have been consumed.

Turn on the phone, the most beautiful text message in Huaguo arrived last night.

"Please arrive at Times Square before 12 o'clock on July 7. ”

Chu Fan glanced at his watch, and there was still an hour to go, and he leisurely took a taxi, aiming for Times Square.

Outside the car window, there are various scenery of the state that replicates the earth.

Even though Chu Fan had been getting the software for many days, he was still interested in the software and was a little curious about the origin of the world.

Is it a parallel world where software opens the door to this world, or is this world created by software?

What kind of civilization can create the software that can create a world?

Chu Fan has read a lot of system online articles, and he found that his software is somewhat like the system in those novels, but his software has no thinking and cannot dialogue.

The world outside the window is a little upside down, but the difference is not much, much like the world in a mirror.

"Walk slowly!"

After receiving the change, Chu Fan's eyes would still stay on the 100 yuan of the denomination, which was more pleasing to the eye than the one hundred yuan in the real world.

Before approaching the venue in the middle, Chu Fan obviously felt the changes in the people around him.

Either vaguely or directly looking at him, there are players, there are also some spectators, or the players are friends and relatives.

"Wow, is that Yu Zhu, who is very popular in the forum? It is estimated that the champion this time is likely to be him!"

"No, no, no, I think it's still the Chu Fan who came out of nowhere, the song "Cultivating Love", the scene is full of tears and sadness!"

"This is not necessarily, Yu Zhu has been singing in the Langhuo Bar, and when he heard about this competition, he even brought his own band over, ready to sing a rock song!"

"No matter, I like Chu Fan, rock is too noisy, I don't like that, I like to listen to songs quietly. ”

Before he went in, Chu Fan heard such discussions, he was a little curious about that Yu Zhu, you know, what he took out was the pinnacle of Lin Junjie in the real world, and this Yu Zhu should also have a few brushes.

However, Chu Fan didn't care very much, it would be enough to win the first place in the finals and then announce Zhou Mingliang's plagiarism.

He doesn't really want to be on the most beautiful stage in Huaguo, although it means more audiences and more points.

Thinking of this, Chu Fan glanced at the integral value.

69400 points

The points have risen a little slower today, and it seems that the influence of the previous songs has entered a bottleneck, and he has not appeared on a bigger stage or TV after all.

Even if it is a video of the last performance, it was recorded by netizens, and the sound is not the best, and the place where it is released is only some forums or WeChat groups, and the growth of points is limited.

As for the novel, Chu Fan felt that half of the 99,000 points were increased by the novel.

You know, he just used 30,000 points to speed up time before.

"Hey, you're here!"

Although Liu Yiran was a little angry at Chu Fan's straight male performance last time, but after going back and thinking about it, this Chu Fan, although he is a straight man, can write songs, even if he doesn't go deeper, it is necessary to make friends and befriend him.

"Yes, what happened last time, I'm sorry, this is my new mobile phone number!"

Chu Fan smiled, Liu Yiran was dressed very beautifully today, and she was cute, combing two ponytails, black and white striped round neck short sleeves, khaki short skirt, and black over-the-knee socks.

Liu Yiran's leg shape itself is good-looking, and when her long legs are exposed, it is very eye-catching.

"En!" Liu Yiran nodded slightly, remembering Chu Fan's number with his mobile phone.

"What kind of Chu Fan, but he is just a newcomer, why do those viewers still compare him with me?"

Suddenly, not far from Chu Fan, the four of them looked around while discussing, and seemed to be very familiar with this.

Their outfits lean towards punk and have a strong rock 'n' roll vibe.

"Hehe, it's just a clown who jumps off the beam, when we perform in Times Square, what kind of Chu Fan is this, and you still listen to "Only Mother is Good in the World", right?"

Chu Fan didn't squeak, he didn't care much about these people at all, he didn't even treat these people as opponents.

Behind him are all kinds of famous songs in that world, popular songs on the Internet, which have been accumulated little by little over many years, which is beyond the imagination of these people.

However, Chu Fan didn't speak, but Liu Yiran frowned and looked a little unaccustomed to those people.

"The competition is the competition, and it is too low-level to directly belittle others by name, right?"

This sentence made the four of them pause obviously, and Yu Zhu, who was the leader, was even more stunned, and then looked at Liu Yiran.

The four of them mingled in the night bar, singing in that kind of place, naturally they were inevitably a little open-mouthed, what they just said about Chu Fan was a friend of Yu Zhu who played drums, but Yu Zhu was not embarrassed to stop him, after all, he was helping him speak.

"Which one are you? Do you know that Chu Fan, just help him talk?"

Yu Zhu, who has a tattoo on his arm, looks a little fierce, giving people the feeling that he will do something if he doesn't say a word, and looks at Liu Yiran expressionlessly.

Liu Yiran is naturally fearless, and his eyes are not evasive.

"She is my friend, I am what you call Chu Fan!"

Chu Fan said slowly, other girls have spoken for themselves, and if they don't speak again, they seem a little too cowardly.

But in fact, he has nothing to do with cowardice, he is not old or fatherless, so he will naturally not be afraid of these four people, you know, when he was in junior high school, he was alone in the alley, and he beat a few young people in the society and fled.

At that time, he was just a wooden stick, and the person was holding a fruit knife, although Chu Jiajia scolded him afterwards, but Chu Fan was still unconvinced.

"Those people want to rob the Nokia you gave me, why don't I fight back?"

That's right, at a young age, Chu Fan had the first mobile phone in his life, which was still Nokia N95.