Chapter 25: The Fangs of Time

Chapter 25: The Fangs of Time

Over the next eight months, Chen Feng once again entered a mad song-learning mode.

Compared to his previous struggles, it was much easier this time.

Whether it was playing techniques or basic music theory, he was now quite proficient. This made the process of learning songs much smoother. At the very least, he no longer had to spend a huge amount of time and effort just to initially understand the sheet music of a song as he did before.

Now, he could basically take the sheet music and reproduce it step by step on his Guitar.

But he still couldn’t be like some masters who could see the sheet music and visualize the entire piece in their minds.

That was talent. It couldn’t be learned, and envy was pointless.

Although his way was slower, the good thing was that he had plenty of time.

As the saying goes, the slow bird must fly early. He was just flying very, very early.

During these eight months, Chen Feng did five things.

First, through diligent study and hard practice, he mastered a new instrument besides the Guitar: the Piano, hailed as the king of all instruments and the source of rhythm.

Second, he further intensified his Guitar skills training, making his playing more polished and fluent. His current level was roughly equivalent to that of an ordinary person who had forced themselves to practice diligently for ten years.

But ten years didn’t mean he was very strong. He was still just a craftsman of moderate skill.

Anyone can learn to play, but to reach a certain height in performance enters the realm of the talented.

For people with average aptitude, even a lifetime of hard practice can only barely prevent them from regressing.

You think a mortal can seclude themselves for decades in cultivation and then become famous overnight when their art is complete?

Wake up, that’s just living in a dream.

If you could really do that, the reason is simple: you were never a mortal to begin with. Your talent just arrived a bit late.

Third, he completed his previously planned task of copying four of Zhong Lei’s songs, including the new song “Monotony” and three others.

Fourth, he seriously studied, or rather, copied three songs by a male singer named Liang Yuan.

Fifth, he insisted on spending two hours every day on enhancing his physique. This included one hour of physical conditioning and one hour of free combat training.

His choice of the male singer Liang Yuan was very deliberate.

Liang Yuan rose to fame in 2028, a few years later than Zhong Lei.

But he was a late bloomer, becoming famous at thirty-nine. He was already thirty now, a full nine years older than Zhong Lei.

Chen Feng chose to copy him for two reasons. First, because he was popular and strong enough.

Although Liang Yuan couldn’t match Zhong Lei, many art historians ranked him among the top thousand of the millennium.

This evaluation and treatment were on par with Lu Wei’s.

The second reason was that, in Chen Feng’s view, Liang Yuan was a bit of an old man who didn’t act his age.

He was so much older than Zhong Lei, yet he dared to pursue her!

Even though he pursued her tirelessly for many years without success, it still annoyed Chen Feng.

You should have some self-awareness!

Didn’t you look at the birth date on your ID card? Did your family’s Liang Jingru give you the courage?

So, for someone like this, he must be taught again what integrity and self-awareness mean.

It was also because Zhong Lei really had no interest in him, to the point that this matter wasn’t even mentioned in Zhong Lei’s biography.

There were too many biographies to read, and Chen Feng had missed this one before, not knowing there was such a flashy, cheap person.

Chen Feng made a mistake this time too.

He finished learning all four of Zhong Lei’s songs first before starting his mass “shopping spree.”

His scope was still concentrated around the era he lived in, so naturally, he couldn’t avoid Liang Yuan.

Liang Yuan’s songs were mainly lyrical Folk Music. The lyrics had charm, the melodies were infectious, and his magnetic male voice was both clear and deeply moving.

Chen Feng thought they sounded pretty good and resonated with them. So, he took a closer look and studied the man’s life, only then discovering the problem.

Right then, Chen Feng decided to copy this guy relentlessly. He only regretted that he had only one month left. Greed leads to indigestion. In the end, he only managed to copy three songs.

But Chen Feng wasn’t worried. Next time he entered, they would continue.

Don’t say he was being excessive. They weren’t close anyway, so there was no psychological barrier. Besides, he didn’t even spare his acquaintances?

On this day, Chen Feng lay quietly on a beach chair by the shore.

Under a blue and white Sun umbrella, he held a cup of all-natural fruit juice in his right hand, the straw in his mouth, drinking slowly.

The earphones in his ears were playing “Monotony” sung by Lu Wei.

Many things are only cherished when they are about to be lost.

People always care about those imagined, beautiful things they never had.

This version of “Monotony” probably wouldn’t exist in the future.

It was October 27, 3020 AD, approaching 10 a.m.

This time, he didn’t lock himself in the basement again.

Since there was no escape anywhere, instead of struggling pointlessly and then waiting to die in despair, it was better to comfortably pick a nice place, assume a good posture, and greet the new life with a decent, generous smile.

So, he simply used up all his accumulated welfare points for a trip to Hawaii.

The sea breeze blew, carrying a sweet and salty smell.

Seagulls flew in the sky, chasing the waves, occasionally snatching long, shimmering-tailed fish from the sea.

In the sky, a few white clouds took different shapes, floating quietly.

A Sun that wasn’t too harsh hung high, its warm and gentle light pouring down, spilling over Chen Feng.

This time, he couldn’t even be bothered to watch TV or listen to the radio.

Sure enough, everything arrived as scheduled.

Chen Feng’s fingers gripping the wine glass suddenly tightened.

Death.

Open eyes.

He jumped up from the bed, changed clothes, and went straight upstairs.

Zhong Lei should still be sleeping at this time.

Chen Feng planned to tell her about a major decision he had made.

“Dullness” couldn’t be sold to KuGe. Something bad would happen.

This was another major gain he got from the thousand-year dream, by carefully reading the “new edition” of Zhong Lei’s biography.

There was a new situation at KuGe.

This situation hadn’t existed before, but it appeared this time, brought out by the butterfly wings flapped by his altered Timeline.

The worm of time always bares its fangs silently, forcefully pulling those who stray from the path back onto the correct one.

In the dream, when Chen Feng first saw this news, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Although, looking at Zhong Lei’s life as a whole, the pit KuGe dug for her was just a ridiculous little episode.

But considering his own situation, it would make his fifty-thousand investment take several good years to break even.

Could he tolerate that?

Zhong Lei was planning to lead her team to sign the contract this morning. He definitely had to steer her back onto the correct track right now!