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

"Gulp."

Shao Hui's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

He felt his throat was so dry it was practically on fire, and he looked at Ling Luo as if he were looking at a monster in human skin.

"You...you really are..."

What a prodigy!

Ling Luo waited for him to catch his breath before speaking slowly: "The 'Elephant King's Journey' was originally a trial run, a test from above. If the response was good, the project would proceed. If the response was bad, it would be temporarily shelved. Now it seems that the results have exceeded everyone's expectations."

Shao Hui's mind was buzzing. He finally connected all the clues, but the conclusion he reached made his heart clench.

"So, this CCTV program was prepared for you from the very beginning?"

"You can't say that." Ling Luo shook her head, her fingertips tapping absently on the smooth tabletop. "I just happened to write a piece they needed at that particular time. I provided them with a trigger point, and they provided me with a bigger stage. Essentially, it was a win-win situation."

Shao Hui fell silent.

He understood completely.

Ling Luo's success may seem like he caught the wave, but in reality, he was the one who created the wave.

This vision and perspective far exceed the scope of a musician or even an entertainment company owner.

"CCTV's programs are high-brow and have high entry requirements." Ling Luo's voice pulled Shao Hui back to reality. "It's very difficult for ordinary pop idols to get in. I'll talk to them tomorrow and see if we can get Gu Yang and the other two to perform on stage, even if they only sing one theme song or promotional song. It would be a huge boost to their resumes."

Shao Hui suddenly stood up, and because he stood up so quickly, the chair leg scraped against the ground with a screeching sound.

"Understood! I'll prepare the materials and handle the logistics right away!"

He felt brimming with inexhaustible energy. So what if he was forty? He could still be burning with passion at forty!

Shao Hui raised his hand and glanced at his watch: "Then you go ahead with your work, I'll head out now, my appointment with Le Ran Entertainment is almost here."

Ling Luo nodded and watched Shao Hui rush out almost in large strides before leaning back in her chair, looking somewhat tired, and rubbing her temples.

Before he could even put his hand down, the conference room door was silently pushed open a crack.

A furry head poked in, its large, clear black and white eyes darting around before finally settling on him.

Ling Luo didn't even lift her eyelids. "Come in, you're acting all sneaky."

Gu Yang chuckled, straightened up, and pushed the door open to come in.

"You've finished practicing the song? You're so free." Ling Luo's lips curled slightly when she saw Gu Yang.

  

"I came here especially to comfort you because you seemed down," Gu Yang said, walking up to him and gesturing with his lips. "How about it? It wasn't a waste of your time signing me, was it?"

Ling Luo looked up at Gu Yang's face, which was full of concern and inquiry, yet he was racking his brains to amuse her. A strange sense of annoyance rose in her heart.

"Nothing," he said, looking away in a nonchalant tone. "I was thinking about the CCTV program and the song for Feng Yuxi."

This reason is irrefutable and carries significant weight.

Sure enough, Gu Yang's attention was immediately diverted upon hearing this. "Oh right! Senior's song! Have you thought about what to write? The competition on 'Youth Singing Season' is fierce. Every guest star is compared from head to toe, so we have to make a big splash from the start!"

As Gu Yang spoke, he pulled out the chair next to Ling Luo and sat down, leaning his body towards Ling Luo as if eager to participate in the discussion.

"His voice has a natural electronic quality, a youthful energy, and a strong penetrating power, making it especially suitable for singing explosive songs!" Gu Yang analyzed logically, clearly genuinely considering his friend's feelings.

Ling Luo hummed in agreement, turned on the computer provided by the research institute, and tapped a few times on the keyboard. The screen was instantly filled with dense data streams and complex waveforms.

Gu Yang craned his neck but still couldn't understand. "This isn't the page for writing songs, is it?"

"Um."

The conference room fell silent for a moment, with only the soft whirring of the computer fans remaining.

Gu Yang waited for a while, but seeing that Ling Luo had no intention of discussing the matter with him, the atmosphere became somewhat awkward again. He scratched his head, but couldn't help steer the conversation back to the topic.

"Ling Luo, tell me honestly, did things not go well today? I have a feeling you're in a bad mood." He carefully observed Ling Luo's profile, the distinct lines of which appeared somewhat cold under the light.

"Nothing went wrong." Ling Luo's gaze remained fixed on the screen, her voice flat and even.

"That's strange..." Gu Yang muttered to himself, "I clearly feel that you're angry."

And... it seems like he started getting angry as soon as he saw Yiyi.

So, Yang was completely bewildered, feeling like his brain wasn't working properly.

He scratched the back of his head, and an absurd idea popped into his head without warning.

"You're not...jealous, are you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, even the sound of the fan in the room seemed to disappear.

Ling Luo's fingers, which were typing on the keyboard, paused in mid-air for a moment before she withdrew them without changing her expression.

"nonsense."

Two words, both light and cold.

"Hey, every time I touch on something you really like, all you say is 'nonsense, nonsense, utter rubbish'..."

Gu Yang, however, seemed to have discovered a new continent, and his eyes lit up instantly.

He chuckled, placed his hands on the armrests of the chair, leaned his whole body closer to Ling Luo, and looked up at Ling Luo's eyes, who was slightly lowering her head, like a cat that had caught its owner's pigtail.

A hint of embarrassment flashed in Ling Luo's eyes. She felt exposed by those bright, sparkling eyes and finally couldn't bear it any longer. She said sternly, "Sit properly."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a hint of barely perceptible panic.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yang's slight grievance vanished instantly, and he felt even better.

Instead of sitting properly, he suddenly stood up and, before Ling Luo could react, turned Ling Luo's chair around without saying a word. Then, he spread his legs slightly, straddled Ling Luo's lap, and pounced into his arms.

A strong and warm embrace.

Lingluo, when will you be able to face your own heart?

Gu Yang felt Ling Luo's body suddenly stiffen. He didn't say anything, and after hugging her for a few seconds, he quickly separated, as satisfied as a cat that had stolen some fish.

Yang took two steps back, smiling broadly and smugly.

"I'm going to practice my singing now, Lingluo Little Turtle."

Ling Luo was left sitting there, her body stiff, the faint, sunshine-like scent of that person still lingering in her nostrils.

Watching Gu Yang skip and hop away, Ling Luo finally came to her senses.

He leaned back in his chair, raised his hand, and touched his still burning ears.

In the end, only a soft sigh remained.

Gu Yang, what should I do with you?