After driving Feng Yao away, Lin Feng continued to write the lyrics of "Old Boy". He had no idea that someone had made an impatient evaluation of his song.

After writing the lyrics, it was already past two in the morning.

Lin Feng lay on the bed and habitually browsed Weibo.

But as soon as he logged into Weibo, he received a series of private messages, a large part of which were sent by fans, and the remaining small part was invited by the media to interview, seeking funding and other things. Since there were too many private messages, Lin Feng could not read them one by one. However, among the many private messages, the private messages sent by Wu Xiaonao's Magic Castle attracted Lin Feng's attention.

Lin Feng, the leader of the Shenfeng Guard Regiment, was very grateful. If Wu Xiaonao had not organized the several verbal battles properly, I believe Lin Feng's Weibo comment section had already been exposed.

"Boss, no one is willing to take back the crowdfunding money, so we discussed setting up a fund in your name and then using the money to help children in poor mountainous areas buy some sports goods. I wonder what your opinion is?"

"In addition, among all the fans who are crowdfunding, there is one person I can't contact. She donated nearly 280,000 yuan in total. Now she doesn't know her wish, and the amount of her donation accounts for nearly half of the total crowdfunding amount. So whether this fund can be finally formed is also very important. Boss, her online name is Xiangru Feifei, I don't know if you can find him."

After reading Wu Xiaonao's private message, Lin Feng was moved again. These fans had crowdfunded so much money for him, but now they refused to take it back. He also became curious about the netizen named Wanli Feifei. He donated nearly 280,000 yuan per person, which is a typical tycoon style.

Lin Feng replied to Wu Xiaonao with a private message and sent her her WeChat account and mobile phone number, asking her to contact herself in these two ways. It was too time-consuming to communicate with her through private messages on Weibo.

After replying to the private message, Lin Feng was about to go to bed when someone suddenly sent a message when he chatted.

Lin Feng went to the chat page and looked at it. It turned out that it was the friend application information, and it was Wu Xiaonao.

"I haven't slept so late yet?" Lin Feng passed the verification and then asked on his own initiative.

"Hehehe~! I'm a night owl~!" Wu Xiaonao replied quickly.

Lin Feng made a sweaty expression: "It is not good for the health of staying up late!"

“It’s holiday now.”

"Are you a student?"

"Yes, I'm still your junior sister, so, can I call you senior brother in the future?" Wu Xiaonao added a cute expression at the end.

"Are you from Yanjing Sports Institute?" Lin Feng asked.

"No, we are high school alumni. I just graduated from Jiangning Experimental High School last year and am now a freshman at Yenching University." Wu Xiaonao responded.

"Oh, that's really a junior sister." Lin Feng smiled.

"Then I'm sure, I'll call you senior brother in the future~"

"Anything you like, you can call it whatever you want."

"That's great, senior brother, senior brother..." Wu Xiao made a series of words from senior brother.

Lin Feng was ashamed, replied with a cold sweat expression and asked, "By the way, what is the situation of the dream-filled Feifei you mentioned?"

"She is so mysterious. That day I launched a crowdfunding, and when the amount was still missing 190,000 yuan, she donated 188888 directly. Then I launched a second crowdfunding at the request of the fans, but just now I started it, he donated 88888. And during the whole process, she didn't say a word, and I could only find her Zhifubao account in the crowdfunding record, but after adding it, I have not responded so far." Wu Xiaonao briefly said about Feifei's situation.

Lin Feng thought about it and asked Wu Xiaonao for the account of Ivy Feifei's Zhifubao, but when he saw Ivy Feifei's Zhifubao account, he suddenly felt familiar. It seemed that he had added this account on WeChat not long ago.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng quickly flipped through his friends and found this account in the friends he recently added. The owner of this account was Chen Mengfei. Her nickname in the chat was "Can't fall in dreams".

I want to fall in love with Feifei, but I can’t fall in love with her dreams!

Judging from the nickname, this dream of Feifei is probably also Chen Mengfei.

"Go to bed early, I will find this person." Lin Feng replied to Wu Xiaonao with a message.

"Well, senior brother, good night~!" Wu Xiaonao replied with a good night expression.

Lin Feng also replied with the same expression.

...

The next day.

Lin Feng sent Chen Mengfei a micro-chat message early in the morning and asked her if she wanted to be with Feifei.

However, his message was as if it had been sank to the sea and there was no response.

Lin Feng called Chen Mengfei's cell phone again, but the result was prompted that the phone had been turned off and Chen Mengfei could not be contacted, so Lin Feng had to leave this matter aside first.

Last night, I wrote the lyrics of "Old Boy", but the song has not been composed yet. Lin Feng passed the whole song in his mind again, and then began to compose the music according to his memory. After nearly an hour of busy work, he finally composed the song of "Old Boy".

The original songwriter of this song is Ohashi Shirami. In fact, he is not particularly well-known in the island country, and the song "Old Boy" by the Chopstick Brothers made his name well known in China.

In this time and space, there is naturally no Ohashi Zhuomi, so the songwriter of "Old Boy" is naturally Lin Feng.

Dongdong...

Lin Feng had just finished the song "Old Boy" when there was a knock on the door outside.

"Who?" Lin Feng asked while walking towards the door.

"Hello, we are from the "Original Good Songs" column team." A response came from outside the door.

After Feng Yao's appearance, Lin Feng was very careful. He looked out through the door mirror. Sure enough, there were three or four people standing outside the door, one carrying a camera and the other holding a microphone.

"Hello." Lin Feng opened the door and said politely.

"Hello Lin Feng, can we enter?" asked the host holding Mike.

"certainly."

Lin Feng shrugged indifferently.

"That's annoying." Several people entered the room, and the host explained as he walked: "Today is the first day of the group's topic PK, the maximum 48-hour creation. We will shoot some creative highlights of the contestants. We may use it when editing the program later. Please cooperate."

"No problem, you can do whatever you want, I will cooperate with you with all my strength." Lin Feng smiled.

"Okay, I'll ask a few questions casually and you can answer truthfully." The host said.

Lin Feng nodded: "Okay."

The host greeted the camera and said to the camera: "We are now here to Lin Feng's room of the Fanquan team member. I believe everyone will look forward to what kind of works our MVP will create."

"Hello Lin Feng, what is the theme of your proposition creation this time?" The host handed the microphone to Lin Feng.

"The theme of my creation is dreams." Lin Feng replied.

"Dream, this is really an eternal and classic theme. So, do you have some ideas now, or have you started your creation?" the host asked again.

Lin Feng was stunned and scratched his head awkwardly: "I'm right, did you say just now that I want to answer your question truthfully?"

"Yes, the program strives to be true. However, it doesn't matter that you haven't started creating yet. After all, the extreme 48-hour creation starts from zero. It's only nine o'clock now, and most contestants are just getting up." The host left a step for Lin Feng.

Lin Feng smiled: "This is not. In fact, my song has been created, just one minute before you knock on the door..."

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Chapter completed!