I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior

Time can't stand the wastage, Chen Feng first waited and unconsciously wasted another week.

Compared with the goal-oriented struggle in the dream, Chen Feng has a lot of trivial matters after he came out.

He still has to go to work, from time to time to deal with the trivial affairs of the apartment, and from time to time to go to the company headquarters to participate in some meaningless, but must go to meetings.

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

I was so busy, saying that I must use my spare time to do something, but in the end, in the blink of an eye, my precious time, unfathomable mystery, was stolen.

Chen Feng originally planned to collect more information about music-related companies during the past few days, no matter which city it is.

Or follow the entertainment information to see if there are any well-known insiders in the music circle who come to Hanzhou for activities, and then learn from those star chasers to kill them, and see if you can try one's luck and stop someone on the road. Bole come.

Unfortunately, he is not in the fan circle after all, so he can't get first-hand information.

When he saw it in the entertainment news, everyone had come and gone.

In this half a month, the only thing Chen Feng did well was to persist in exercising. He couldn't run ten kilometers at night every heavenly thunder.

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

Only two weeks later, his physique recovered a lot.

When he first started running, he ran for two hours from nine to eleven to finish ten kilometers, equivalent to a pace of 12, which is a sign of physique's weakness to a considerable degree.

But after two weeks, his Futlake running method, he could run ten kilometers in almost 70 minutes, and his pace became 7, which made great progress.

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

At nine o'clock that night, he changed into sportswear, put on low-quality running shoes, went downstairs and left the community.

It's almost winter, and Hanzhou at night is a little bit cooler. Chen Feng tightened his collar, looked around and chose a direction, and ran forward with his head buried in it.

In the first two weeks, he ran laps around the community, and it was exactly 10 kilometers after five laps.

But always running the same route is a bit boring. This time he decided to run far away. There are a total of four traffic lights in the planned path.

But it’s okay, just wait for the traffic light to rest.

After about four to five hundred meters, we arrive at the first intersection with traffic lights.

At this time, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, his body was warm, and the soles of his feet were a little bit painful, all blamed on the bad shoes.

Chen Feng paused and put his tongue on his upper jaw, cautiously controlling his breathing rhythm.

It's cold. Don't inhale too hard, otherwise the side abdomen will be painful.

There are about 20 or 30 people waiting for the traffic lights. Most of them are young men and women in fashionable dresses.

Although the night is cold, the beauties don't wear thick, short skirts and shorts, and black white stockings that do not know the thickness.

These people talk very loudly, and they all seem to be in high spirits.

Most of the screen names used to address each other are all weird names such as "Wolf", "Wuma", "Red Sleeve", "Boer", and "Hunting Dream".

The content of their conversation is Southern Sea North, as if they are self-promotion by describing their own experience, and it is like cautiously probing and guessing the authenticity of the identity of the other party, perhaps in the heart Develop a variety of different strategy strategies.

Chen Feng looked at the street with neon lights in front of the traffic lights, feeling a little surprised.

The street in front is called Shaolin Road. It is a famous bar street in Hanzhou. SuperClub, Yuehe and many other well-known night markets have large-scale flagship stores here.

These men and women should all be going to the night market for fun.

Zhong Lei lives in Weston Apartment, because it is very close to Shaolin Road, and her night clubs are basically concentrated here.

Chen Feng a little bit wants to turn around and leave.

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

But he really can't bear the little money he has worked so hard to save.

Unlike other peers, Chen Feng wants to take root in the city and can only rely on himself.

Even if you save money and eat frugally every month, you can only save two to three thousand. The money saved for half a year is enough to buy a one-square-meter house in downtown Hanzhou, but I have a thought.

So although they are close, Chen Feng has never liked to go to Shaolin Road.

He is afraid of being sour.

Today he also wants to turn around, so don't go to Shaolin Road to make a fuss.

While thinking like this, the red light turns to green and it's time to pass.

The men and women in front of Chen Feng are about to move forward. A fiery-red Ferrari roars and whistles past the crowd. It is thrilling and exciting. The scene is full of curses. It's a bit of a mess.

The flame-like taillights dragged four distorted lights and shadows on the dim street, and quickly moved away.

The young men and women who talked about in a frenzy just now fell into an awkward silence after scolding them.

Chen Feng has sharp eyes and can see the scene inside the car at the moment it passes.

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

Chen Feng didn't see the woman's face clearly, but it wasn't ugly to think about it.

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

This damn rich second generation.

Well, it's still sour.

Some people are born at the end of their happiness, which is not comparable.

A knock on his shoulder caused him to lose his balance slightly, and he took a step forward.

Chen Feng walked forward along the crowd. Forget it, I have been sour once today and will not be so so easily anymore.

Cross the road and continue running.

Across the street, there are only several hundred meters away from the residential area on the Weston side, but there are already two Heaven and Earth.

While quiet and deserted, feasting and feasting.

Chen Feng buried his head, regardless of people coming or people going around, he just ran on his own.

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

Obviously, I have copied two songs, and I should have done a lot. It has been two weeks since I came back, but I still can’t get started.

He doesn't understand.

In so many novels I have read before, once the protagonist gets cheat, which one does not take off in minutes, how come it is so difficult to get here?

Is my use of cheat wrong?

Should I not copy songs?

Should I copy something else?

Next time, I’ll change my mind and look at more biographies, and then discover some cultural and entertainment players that will be able to rise a little in the next few years?

I can’t hold the thighs like Zhong Lei a hundred thousand years ago. I’ll take the second place and develop more head offices that are not so vigorous, right?

"What are you doing! Let go! I called the police!"

There was an exclamation not far away.

Chen Feng subconsciously stopped.

It stopped so hard that he almost staggered and fell to the ground.

Chen Feng held on to the street light pole and looked aside.

A woman with a guitar on her back is struggling to break free from a young man's hand.

The man seemed to want 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 catch her again, but was slapped in the face by the woman.

Bang sounds crisp, just like firecrackers.