While saying this, she quietly lowered her head and looked at her abdomen.

She was probably speculating on whether she could succeed.

But she didn't have much hope either.

It would be difficult for people in the thirty-first century to bear Chen Feng's genes, let alone myself.

Chen Feng coughed twice and said, "Don't be like this. I'm obviously sorry for you, but why do you seem so guilty? Don't torture me."

Zhong Lei shook her head, "I said, I have thought about it for a long time. Maybe the relationship between you, me, and Tang Tianxin seems inappropriate in the secular concepts of people in the 21st century. But I think that different eras should

There are different attitudes. We should not use the secular concepts of the 21st century to constrain the behavior of humans in the 31st century."

Chen Feng was stunned, then remembered that during the thousand-year struggle, the Human Resistance Alliance had taken many measures to increase the birth rate in order to quickly reproduce the population.

During those thousand years, most women had no time to get pregnant.

Men go to war, and so do women.

But people are very open-minded about the combination of artificial embryos. When they met two people on the road, everyone exchanged data and thought that their talents could complement each other, so they decided to make an appointment.

This "appointment" is not really a one-time appointment, but an application report is filed at the same time, and the Population and Reproduction Department will naturally call the frozen gene bank for matching.

After breakfast, Chen Feng personally drove Zhong Lei to Mason College.

In one week, she will finish her studies here and the two of them can return to China.

Watching Zhong Lei enter the corridor, Chen Feng turned around and was about to get in the car when he received another call from Zhong Lei.

Zhong Lei: "Okay, you're right."

Chen Feng: "What?"

"I woke up very early this morning. I woke up after five o'clock and couldn't fall asleep, so I..."

"What's wrong?"

"I really wrote a song for you, a love song. I can't hide it from you."

Zhong Lei on the other side of the phone blushed a little.

Chen Feng was stunned and laughed, "Let me guess the title of the song? It's called "Happiness to the Nth Power", right?"

"You're a scumbag!"

"Hahahahahaha! I won't tell you about you, or you will have to sing it for me again. I will not go to class today, and I will figure out the basic melody and lyrics by myself. You are not allowed to call me before I finish."

Chen Feng quickly said: "Wait a minute, I have one more thing to do."

"What's up?"

"Did Lesna teach you how to yodel recently?"

"You know this too?"

"In the history of the previous timeline, people who have reached the level of you and me actually have very little privacy. Others even want to find out what color underwear I wear every day."

"Okay, it's really scary. It feels weird, but also a little bit smug. What's going on?"

Chen Feng chuckled, "Then let's try yodeling another day?"

Zhong Lei was puzzled, "Does this still require a deliberate appointment? Wait, are you thinking about something weird?"

"you guess."

"Farewell."

After Zhong Lei on the other side finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

Chen Feng felt a little refreshed on his side.

Before the Galaxy Explosion, he had lost 99% of his emotions and was accustomed to using logic to analyze the pros and cons. He once accidentally thought of the situation after returning.

At that time, he had doubts, worrying that if he had been a machine with almost no emotions for too long, it would be difficult for him to adapt to modern life when he returned to the 21st century, and he would become so indifferent that he would create a sense of distance from others.

But it turned out that he was overly worried.

I, Chen Feng, am still the young boy I used to be, teasing the female version of Beethoven and so on, which is quite fun.

Chen Feng drove directly to the North American branch of Xingfeng Entertainment.

When he got there, Fatty Ou was in the general manager's office with dark circles under his eyes.

It can be seen that the fat man was finally entrusted with an important task by Chen Feng. The fat man has the mentality of a scholar dying for his confidant, and he will fight tooth and nail.

Chen Feng didn't know what kind of words he had said to Fatty in the illusory timeline.

But when he saw the fat man looking so exhausted, he gave him a decisive and stern warning, "Fat man, I'm not telling you. If you continue like this, your life will be in danger. You have to relax."

Fatty Ou: "But I don't want to disappoint you, Master."

Chen Feng shook his head: "The meaning of your existence is only based on yourself. So you only need to be responsible for yourself, and you don't care whether I am disappointed or not. When you only sang folk songs all your life and did not go back to harm Ouhe Group, you have already established

Great job. This time, if you want to make more progress, I support you. But I don’t want you to..."

As he spoke, Chen Feng could no longer speak.

The fat man asked: "Am I the first to die?"

Chen Feng didn't answer, but he neither shook his head nor nodded.

"Anyway, I have to give you a death order. Within three months, you must lose thirty kilograms in weight and reduce your body fat percentage to a healthy level. Otherwise, you will go back to Hanzhou to sing."

Chen Feng finally figured it out.

A fat man cannot exert his subjective initiative and must use force to suppress his obesity in order to cure his obesity.

The fat man looked bitter and said, "Don't."

"I don't accept refutation. The one who gives you orders is the leader of human civilization, you know? What is a leader? That is, he means what he says and what he means. It's appropriate."
Chapter completed!