Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

Get ready for non-stop excitement, but be warned, your character might crumble at any moment! Enter at your own risk, or you'll be held responsible for any mishaps! (This is a male-centric story; if you mind, please look elsewhere, thank you!)

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Beijing First People's Hospital.

The smell of disinfectant in the air was so strong it was almost overwhelming, penetrating the nostrils with a chilling, oppressive odor.

"Someone come quick! Another person in room 506 has committed suicide."

"What's going on? Wasn't he quite emotional these past few days?"

"I don't know, he had already cut his wrists when we found him."

The noise was chaotic, and the sharp ringing seemed to be tearing his eardrums apart.

Ling Luo's consciousness was fluctuating, and the doctor's anxious voice rang in her ears:

"Quick! The patient is experiencing ventricular fibrillation! Prepare for defibrillation!"

"Prepare blood plasma!"

Ling Luo's consciousness was already blurred; with all her might, she could only murmur, "Doctor, give up."

The doctor ignored him, but instead, the man in the suit next to the doctor roared:

"Bullshit! Let me tell you, if you dare to die, I'll kick you twice even in the underworld."

Ling Luo, barely breathing, murmured intermittently, "Old Tang, please, don't save me. I'm just a cripple now."

He was born twice, and in both lives he sought but could not obtain.

In his previous life, to pay off his gambling father's debts, his mother threatened suicide, forcing him to abandon his studies and plunge into the glamorous entertainment industry.

Having witnessed the fickleness of human nature and reached the pinnacle of success, he died in a car accident on the very night he received the Best Singer award.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back in infancy, in a world called "Blue Star".

He was overjoyed, thinking it was a compensation from heaven, allowing him to pursue his scientific research dreams without distraction.

In the end, it was all for nothing.

Who would have thought that this physics genius, who was exceptionally admitted to the research institute in his second year of high school, would suffer from intermittent tremor in his right hand due to an experimental accident, which not only ruined his hand but may also affect his memory.

For a researcher who needs both extremely high precision in operation and meticulous thinking, this is tantamount to a death sentence.

  

What a ridiculous life.

Just then, he experienced a series of sharp pains in his brain, wrist, and arm, causing his consciousness to blur instantly.

As Ling Luo was being wheeled into the emergency room, she vaguely heard a hesitant yet panicked voice.

"Ling Luo?"

Therefore, Yang.

Wasn't he still doing well as a singer in the entertainment industry? How come he's here?

Before Ling Luo could think it through, the scene before her suddenly changed.

He found himself standing in front of a magnificent library.

This is his memory palace, a mental space he painstakingly built step by step with countless formulas and theories over two lifetimes.

Every brick and tile here bears the imprint of physics and mathematics.

Now, the library, which originally had only five floors, has suddenly gained an extra floor on top.

The sixth floor?

Ling Luo's heart stirred, and with a thought, she instantly appeared on the sixth floor.

Unlike the solemn and austere style downstairs, this place is filled with all kinds of musical instruments, like a miscellaneous general store.

In the very center, a huge light screen was suspended.

Ling Luo walked forward curiously and saw a line of text displayed on the screen:

A uniform cylinder of mass M and radius R rolls without slipping along a rough inclined plane with an angle of θ, starting from rest. The coefficient of static friction between the inclined plane and the cylinder is μs, the coefficient of kinetic friction is μk, and the acceleration due to gravity is g. Find the acceleration a of the cylinder as it rolls along the inclined plane.

Please answer this question; a reward will be given for a successful answer.

"..."

Ling Luo's eye twitched.

Whose intelligence is being insulted?

However, could this "golden touch" cure his hand?

Hesitating for a moment, he raised his hand and wrote the answer on the screen: a = 3/2gsinθ

Just as he finished writing, a red light flashed on the screen, and his handwriting disappeared instantly.

Please provide a complete solution. No points will be awarded for incorrect or incomplete solutions.

Ling Luo: "..."

Okay, there are quite a few rules.

He took a deep breath and patiently began writing on the screen again.

untie:......

[Correct answer!]

Congratulations on winning the song "Long Time No See".

Congratulations on receiving 10 Music Theory Courses.

Congratulations on receiving 10 piano lessons!

haven't seen you for a long time?

Ling Luo was stunned; this was actually a famous song from her previous life on Earth.

As soon as he finished speaking, the machine next to the screen clicked and spat out several sheet music and a USB drive.

He picked up the sheet music and looked at the familiar lyricist and composer.

It really was that song.

Before he could finish his reflection, the screen lit up again, displaying a copyright notice.

Simply put, this system has bought out the copyright of these songs on Earth, so he can confidently publish them under his own name.

"Has it come full circle, and I'm back to square one?"

Ling Luo gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Memories of his past life struggling in the entertainment industry flooded back; he was already tired of those fake smiles and the involuntary schedules.

"I don't want to copy."

He put the sheet music back in its place and turned to leave this strange place.

However, the light screen seemed to be able to read his mind and lit up again.

This is not plagiarism. We have paid the corresponding copyright fees, which will be deducted from your future energy points.

[Note: Sixty percent of the energy points earned from the song will be donated to universal charity; the remainder is yours to use as you see fit.]

Ling Luo remained unmoved.

He didn't want to walk that road again, not even a single step.

Just as he made up his mind, a line of golden text appeared on the screen. That line of text was like a thunderclap, exploding in his mind!

[The spatial lighting software can be upgraded. Upgrading to level 2 will unlock the system shop.]

[Items in the shop refresh randomly, with a chance to include medications such as 'Nerve Repair Fluid'. The higher the level of your Light Software, the greater the chance of finding higher-tier items. Healing your hands is no longer a dream!]

"Heal...my hand?"

Ling Luo turned around abruptly, staring intently at the words on the screen, her breath catching in her throat.

He staggered forward, his trembling right hand uncontrollably reaching out to touch the cold, ethereal screen, as if trying to grasp that elusive hope.

It can be cured...

His hand still has a chance to recover!

He can... go back to the lab!

"How do I upgrade?"

His eyes were red, and his voice was so hoarse that every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

[Release songs to gain energy points from listeners' emotions. Upgrading to Level 2 Light Software requires 5 million emotion points.]

The words on the light screen slowly disappeared, and the screen went dark.

"Wait! What are the chances of a cure? Tell me first!"

"Light screen! Come out! Answer me!"

However, no matter how much he screamed, the light screen did not react, leaving only a lonely button in the center of the screen.

[Continue answering questions?]

Ling Luo's chest heaved violently, his eyes flashing with madness and determination.

He pressed it without hesitation.

[A substance with a mass of...]

Ling Luo's hands trembled as she wrote down the solution, but the result was only a cold, hard answer:

[Correct answer. Congratulations on winning the song "A Little Happiness".]

Congratulations on receiving 10 Music Theory Courses.

Congratulations on receiving 10 guitar lessons!

The words on the screen were devoid of any emotion.

Ling Luo stared at the screen, her eyes becoming increasingly bloodshot.

What are the chances of my hand recovering?