Kuge's copyright licensing contract is divided into four levels, ABCD, except for special contracts.

The most rubbish version is D-level, which is also the version that Zhong Lei and Chen Feng have never been satisfied with before. It is specially used to kill pure cute newbies.

The next level is C-level, which the two of them have always wanted to strive for.

But I didn't expect that the other party actually directly gave me a B-level contract, which is the highest level of contract that the copyright manager can personally sign.

Those who can sign B-level contracts are usually at least second-tier singers.

Although she didn't know what happened, Zhong Lei was indeed very happy.

Chen Feng also thought this was gratifying.

After being excited for almost half an hour, Chen Feng finally fell asleep.

…

"Private Chen Feng! Get out!"

Chen Feng opened his eyes fiercely.

Once again, I saw a familiar yet unfamiliar scene.

Playground, aircraft, cloudless sky, large clock tower full of technology...

And Ding Hu’s “hateful” square face.

His mind was spinning, and it turned out that another month had passed without him realizing it.

I'm dreaming again!

No, I'm back again!

Start countdown.

Ten, nine, eight...three, two, one.

"Still in a daze? Go run around the playground ten times for me!"

Just as the countdown ended, Ding Hu came up again, with the same ferocious expression and the same roaring tone.

Once again, a thousand years later, we started from running laps as always.

Everything is under control.

Chen Feng secretly made up his mind.

Things are almost clear now.

This is the third time, there won’t be any more surprises.

Then I will definitely have this dream on the night of the 26th of every month, and it will definitely come a thousand years later!

It will be the same next month.

Copying songs and working as a porter can continue.

So this time, as the creator of "Boring", have I left my name thousands of years later?

Where is Zhong Lei?

Is she still there?

Chen Feng wished he could give himself wings, quickly flew back to the dormitory area after training, and then used his personal computer to check the situation online.

"I asked you to run a lap, why are you giggling! Run ten more laps! A total of twenty laps!"

Ding Hu's voice floated from afar.
Chapter completed!