I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 94: The backlash of time and space

Chen Feng resolutely changed his mind and went back to his room to finish sorting out all the more than ten songs that he took time to write down this time. Then he waited anxiously for the time when the serum expired.

Three and a half hours passed.

The time that passed through him personally had already exceeded three hours, but he did not pass out.

Nothing has changed, as if he was supposed to be this way.

It means that the effect of the serum has been solidified into the normal state on him.

After experiencing a short period of excitement and ecstasy, and taking a cold shower in an understatement, the "prudent" player Chen Feng, who has not changed his face since Mount Tai collapsed, began to do some intelligence tests for himself.

About two hours later, he completed several sets of IQ tests and came to a conclusion.

In a way, I'm getting smarter.

The extremely high concentration of attention and the more excited brain response when actively thinking make him think faster and get the answers he wants more quickly.

Some routine calculations, such as mental and oral arithmetic, have also been comprehensively strengthened.

Of course, he didn't turn into the kind of quantum fluctuations in film and television works that read a college physics textbook, and can compare to Einstein's freak.

He's still a mortal, and he still doesn't know what he didn't know before.

In order to never become a will, he still needs to learn. His ability to understand a new thing has not been improved, but his thinking speed has been improved.

Mathematically gifted children learn simple addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. They only need to read the questions once, and they can quickly infer the principles of calculation in their minds.

Ordinary children need one or two or even more continuous intensive training to form mathematical concepts in their minds.

This is the comprehension gap.

Chen Feng's intelligence is still at the level of needing multiple intensive training to understand new knowledge, but after his thinking has become faster, in the eyes of others, he may be able to understand it at a glance.

But in fact, he had to repeat and consolidate many times to understand, but the speed was too fast, and the time-consuming of several repetitions was basically the same as that of others.

The results appear to be the same, but there are essential differences inside.

In short, let him learn a new course now. Because of the improved concentration and sharp thinking, he only needs to spend about half or less of the time in the past, but he still has to learn.

What he could never have learned before is still impossible to learn now.

IQ is a very comprehensive concept, including the upper limit of learning speed and comprehension ability. The blood clotting serum accelerated his learning speed, but did not improve the upper limit of his comprehension ability.

After a morning delay due to the mutation, he changed his itinerary again and went straight to Zhong Hai after his intelligence test.

It's not too late to sign a contract with Ou Junlang when he comes back, but Zhong Lei can't be delayed.

If you can do it in one minute every night, you have an extra chance of something going wrong.

If Zhong Lei was halfway through the road, she sent him the first draft of the arrangement of "Bathing Fire" as if offering a treasure, and asked him to give him a taste.

Are you saying I copied it? Or copy it?

This may seem like a trivial matter, but it's nothing more than a song. In fact, it will completely disrupt Chen Feng's plan.

Because of the changes made to Xuanwu Academy by "Bath of Fire", Chen Feng deeply realized the important role that excellent works of art play in the process of human civilization.

A good work of art, whether it is literature, music, or painting, can leave behind spiritual strength.

That's food, the torches that civilization can use to light the way as it stumbles through the dark.

Now the times have become impetuous, songs have become drooling, and stars live behind hypocritical characters. Such works are not qualified to be called works. This is just entertainment born to meet the needs of others for entertainment.

Ignore the essence of works and talents, and rely on hype and marketing to carve out hypocritical characters. It is an entertainment phenomenon that came into being in the early days of the information age.

This phenomenon will be born and rise due to the vigorous development of the Internet era, and will reach its peak at a certain stage, making a large group of people earn a lot of money.

However, with the changes of the times, the process of informatization is further deepened, and information becomes more explosive. These waste-like redundant information will be buried in the ocean of information, and will not be able to raise the slightest wave.

Gold is seen only when the big waves wash away the sand. Only really good works can be remembered by people and truly show their value.

Waste entertainment is born due to the popularization of informatization, and will die due to the great success of informatization.

Looking back at the process from the results, Chen Feng knew that this was a crooked path and would not go far.

He doesn't care about other people's paths, he just wants to walk the path he chooses.

Therefore, the ultimate form of entertainment culture is culture, not entertainment.

Only after seeing the future can Chen Feng understand how precious Zhong Lei is now.

She can create works of historical value.

She slams the injustice, the unreasonable, the sarcastic, the dirty, the inspiring and the positive.

Even if she sometimes embeds her own negative emotions into her works, those negative songs can still break open the hearts of the weak and awaken their motivation to become better and self-improvement.

Her songs can teach others how to face their own weaknesses correctly, how to confront the weakness and ugliness in their own humanity, which is beneficial to the development of civilization.

Such an example is too profound, let's put it in a simpler way.

Take Aamir Khan's film as an example.

"Wrestle! The theme of the film "Dad" is to cry out for the unfair treatment of women in a certain country.

If the male owner of a family who originally despised women is infected by this film, he decides to give his young daughter a fair chance to learn.

Then this little daughter, who could only be used as a dowry tool, successfully completed her studies, became an excellent scholar, and left behind a technology that gave birth to a discipline a hundred years later?

Then the impact of this film is far-reaching enough for more than a thousand years.

Perhaps no one knows how this rigorous discipline was originally related to a movie, but the butterfly effect of cause and effect exists objectively.

Therefore, although Chen Feng has coveted the future technology, he still refuses to give up the way he thought was a shortcut to make a fortune, but later found out that it is a shortcut to change history.

Directly transporting technology is an intuitive change to the future.

However, moving works of art and squeezing Zhong Lei's potential is a broader and far-reaching change to the future.

These are two paths that complement each other. Chen Feng has to grasp with both hands, and both hands must be hard.

Copying songs is just the beginning, he still has a lot to do.

Maybe there is no end to the road ahead, but he decided to persevere until the end of his life, just as Brother Hu once told him, in a certain timeline, he said it himself.

The plane arrived at Zhong Hai and walked into the lobby of the terminal building. Chen Feng turned on his mobile phone and just received a call from Zhong Lei.

Before getting on the plane, he had contacted Zhong Lei once and told her that he had prepared a "surprise" for her today.

"Have you gotten off the plane?"

On the phone, Zhong Lei's voice sounded a little tired. Recently, she has been spinning a bit and can't breathe.

But her exhaustion is full of excitement and excitement. As long as she is making music, no matter how tired she is, she will enjoy it.

Chen Feng replied: "Yes, I'll take a taxi right now, you can also rest a little, don't be too tired."

Zhong Lei yawned, "I'm sleeping in the car. Don't take a taxi, I'm coming to the airport with my little sister's car. Her brother is coming back from abroad today, and the flight time is about the same as yours. Pick up her brother by the way. I'll pick you up together. It's a little congested in the city, but I'm going to get on the expressway soon, and I'll be there in half an hour at the latest, oh no, twenty minutes."

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

He wasn't moved by Zhong Lei's coming to pick him up, it was something else.

He asked nervously: "That, the little junior sister you are talking about is your assistant in the recording studio, Meng Wanyue, right?"

Zhong Lei said in surprise: "Hey, how do you know?"

Chen Feng forced his composure, speeding up his speech and quibbling: "I've seen this name in the list of producers of the song "Boring" before."

At the same time, he has already taken big strides and sprinted towards the gate of the terminal hall.

"Oh yes. You know me, I don't have any friends. Wanyue is one of my few friends in school. I can make songs here in Zhonghai thanks to her help."

Another cheerful voice rang out on the phone.

"Yeah! Sister Lei Lei, are we just friends? I'm so sad when you say that!"

Zhong Lei: "Don't make trouble, you are driving."

"Alright, I'm very skilled. Hello, Brother Feng! I'm Meng Wanyue, you can just call me Wanyue! I'm a brainless fan of Sister Leilei, and I've never been so convinced in my life. People! Sister Lei Lei is Feng Ge and your brainless fan, so Feng Ge, you are my super... super super idol! I adore you to death!"

Zhong Lei: "Okay, let's not talk about it, wait for us."

The other side snapped and hung up the phone.

Chen Feng hurriedly called back, and at the same time ran wildly in the crowd like crazy, scolding and scolding all the way.

But he couldn't care less.

Because of the high-speed running, the blood in his body, which had become much thicker than ordinary people due to the coagulation serum, gradually boiled, and large drops of sweat fell from his temples.

Meng Wanyue's hearty jokes echoed repeatedly in his mind, but his mood was like falling into an ice cave.

It was the voice of the dead.

The last time she passed, Meng Wanyue died in a car accident.

It was today, on the airport expressway that was driving to pick up her brother at the airport!

In the previous timeline, Zhong Lei stayed in the studio to arrange music today.

Meng Wanyue, who has accompanied Zhong Lei to work for nearly ten consecutive days, drove her BMW X3 to the airport to pick up people.

Later, the vehicle lost control and rushed down the viaduct of the airport expressway. After landing, it quickly caught fire, and the driver, Meng Wanyue, died on the spot.

This incident had a great impact on Zhong Lei and touched her deeply~IndoMTL.com~ Twenty years later, she came up with a very sad song to pay tribute to her only best friend.

From the day after Meng Wanyue's death, she began to brew this song in her heart, and it took twenty years to finally complete it.

The status of this song in Zhong Lei's artistic career is not inferior to that of "Bathing Fire". In the following thousand years, it was often used as a mourning song at funerals.

When seeing this in Zhong Lei's new biography, Chen Feng was also a little sad, and even seriously considered whether to intervene and change this matter after returning.

He made the ruthless decision to not intervene.

But he didn't expect that because of his temporary change of decision and because of the delay in the morning, Zhong Lei would be involved.

If she left early, she would arrive at Zhong Hai at least a few hours later than Meng Wanyue's brother, and Zhong Lei would not have come to the airport by car.

If she didn't come to Zhong Hai today and changed it to the day after tomorrow, Zhong Lei would have no reason to take Meng Wanyue's car.

If I didn't worry about being too deliberate and made people suspicious, and chose to ride face to face, but called her to play guitar and sing, this would not have happened.

But things have happened, no ifs.

There were people coming and going in the airport lobby, and Chen Feng, who was passing through the crowd, even vaguely smelled a cold malice in the air.

Is this his own willful way to change the future, and is it being counterattacked by time and space?

He didn't even have time to regret it, and regret didn't help.

In just thirteen seconds, he crossed a distance of nearly 100 meters and rushed out of the airport hall.

The phone is still on the dialing interface.

He was in a hurry.

Please answer the phone!

Answer the phone!