I Really Didn't Want to Be the Savior

Chapter 11

Time can't stand wasting. As soon as Chen Feng waited, he unknowingly wasted another week.

Compared with the targeted struggle in his dream, Chen Feng has many trivial things after he comes out.

He has to go to work, deal with apartment chores from time to time, and go to the company headquarters to attend meaningless but unavoidable meetings.

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

He was busy and said that he must do something in his spare time, but in the blink of an eye, his precious time was somehow stolen.

Chen Feng originally planned to take advantage of these days to collect more information about music related companies. No matter which city it is, he would go back to the company for an annual leave and make a centralized trip.

Or follow up the entertainment information to see if there are any well-known music insiders coming to Hanzhou to do activities, and then learn from those star chasers to kill them, and see if you can take a chance to stop a bole on the road.

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

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

In the past half a month, the only thing Chen Feng did well was to keep exercising and run ten kilometers every night.

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

Only two weeks later, he recovered a lot.

At the beginning of running, he ran for two hours from 9:00 to 11:00, and then he finished ten kilometers, which is equivalent to the pace of 12. This is a sign of physical weakness to a considerable extent.

But two weeks later, using the trek method, he could run ten kilometers in almost 70 minutes, and his pace became 7, making great progress.

Young is good. It recovers quickly enough.

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

It was almost winter, and Hanzhou was a little cool at night. Chen Feng tightened his collar, looked around, chose a direction, buried his head and trotted forward.

In the first two weeks, he ran around the community for just ten kilometers after five laps.

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

But it doesn't matter. It's time to rest at the traffic light.

After about four or five hundred meters, you will reach the first traffic light intersection.

At this time, a thin layer of sweat came out of his forehead, his body was warm, and the soles of his feet were a little painful. It was all because his shoes were bad.

Chen Feng paused, put his tongue on his upper jaw and carefully controlled his breathing rhythm.

It's cold. Don't inhale too hard, otherwise your flank is easy to hurt.

There are about twenty or thirty people waiting for the traffic lights, mostly young men and women dressed in fashion.

Although the night is cold, the beauties are not thick, short skirts, shorts and black and white silk stockings of unknown thickness.

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

Most of the net names called each other are strange names such as "wolf line", "Wuma", "red tea", "bao'er" and "hunting dream".

The content of their conversation is far and wide. It seems that they are selling themselves by describing their own experience, or they are careful to test and guess the authenticity of each other's identity, and maybe they will formulate various strategies in their hearts.

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. It is a famous bar street in Hanzhou city. There are flagship stores of many well-known brands such as superclub, Yuehe and so on.

These men and women should all go to the night show.

Zhong Lei lives in Weston apartment. It is precisely because it is close to Shaolin road that her night performances are basically concentrated here.

Chen Feng kind of wants to turn around and leave.

With his age and the fact that he is single, it should have been his entertainment life to hang out in bars.

But he was really reluctant to give up the little money he had worked hard to save.

Different from other peers, Chen Feng can only rely on himself if he wants to take root in the city.

Even if you live frugally every month, you can only save two or three thousand. Only half a year can you buy a one square meter house in Hanzhou City, but at least you have a thought.

Therefore, although it's close, Chen Feng doesn't like to go to Shaolin road all the time.

He is afraid of being sour.

He also wants to turn around today, so don't go to Shaolin road and ask for trouble.

Just thinking so, the red light turns green and you can pass.

The men and women in front of Chen Feng were going to step forward. A fiery red Ferrari roared like a dull cow and roared past the people. It was thrilling and exciting, and there was a lot of scolding. The scene was a little chaotic.

The flaming tail lamp dragged out four twisted lights and shadows in the dark street and quickly went away.

The young men and women who had been chatting enthusiastically just now fell into an embarrassing silence after scolding.

Chen Feng had sharp eyes and saw the scene clearly at the moment when the car passed.

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

Chen Feng didn't see the woman's face, but he wasn't ugly.

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 happiness.

He was hit on the shoulder, which made him slightly out of balance and took a step forward.

Chen Feng walked along with the crowd. Forget it, he has been sour once today and will not be sour again easily.

Cross the road and keep running.

After a street, it is only a few hundred meters away from the residential area on the other side of Weston, but it is already two worlds.

One side is quiet and desolate, and the other side is full of lights and wine.

Chen Feng buried his head, regardless of the people around him, only ran on his own.

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

Mingming has copied two songs. He should have been fighting hard. He has been back for two weeks, but he still can't open the situation.

He doesn't understand.

In so many novels I've read before, once the protagonist gets the golden finger, which doesn't take off every minute? Why is it so difficult to get here?

Is it my use of golden fingers wrong?

Shouldn't I copy songs?

Should I copy something else?

Next time, I'd better change my mind, read more biographies and explore some entertainment wrists that can rise slightly in the next few years?

I can't hold Zhong Lei's thigh of a hundred years ago. I'll take the second place and develop more head offices that are not so fierce, right?

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

A scream came from a distance.

Chen Feng subconsciously stopped.

It stopped so fast that he nearly stumbled to the ground.

Chen Feng held the lamp post and looked aside.

A woman with a guitar is struggling to break free of a young man's hand.

The man seemed to want to pull her into the car parked by the side of the road.

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

After being freed, the man wanted to catch her again, but the woman slapped him in the face.

The crackle was like firecrackers.