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

Shi Zixin is a near-top-tier actress, yet she's asking him, a singer who's barely made it to the top 10, for an autograph?

Is this world... a bit too fantastical?

But... why does it feel a little smug to be admired to your face?

He subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Ling Luo out of the corner of his eye, his eyes clearly saying three words: See that!

Therefore, if Yang had a tail, it would be pointing straight up to the sky.

Ling Luo simply shook her head helplessly, but couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

Shi Zixin immediately pulled a brand new notebook and pen from her bag and handed them over with both hands, her attitude as sincere as a primary school student.

"Thank you, thank you! I've been listening to this song on repeat for a long time, but... this autograph is for my best friend. She's a huge fan of yours and dreams of getting your autograph!"

After signing her name, the girl seemed to want to say something, but was stopped by a look from her manager.

Seeing this, Ling Luo and Gu Yang got up to say goodbye, and Ying Chen's agent warmly escorted them all the way to the elevator.

Even as the elevator doors slowly closed, the smile on Gu Yang's face hadn't faded.

He moved closer to Ling Luo and proudly raised his chin.

"See? All the up-and-coming actresses are my fans."

"Yes, I saw it." Ling Luo smiled. "Our Yangyang is really amazing."

"That's right!" Gu Yang proudly puffed out his chest, his chin almost pointing to the sky.

Ling Luo found it amusing and couldn't help but reach out and pinch his chin, which was practically pointing to the sky.

"Be careful not to break the ceiling."

After leaving Yingchen Entertainment, Ling Luo took Gu Yang directly to a nearby shopping mall.

"Let's go, I'll buy you some clothes."

"Alright!" Gu Yang instantly perked up again.

Ling Luo's taste... is really hard to describe. He didn't take Gu Yang to those trendy brand stores, but went straight into a high-end bespoke suit store known for its tailoring and quality.

Gu Yang paused, then immediately grabbed Ling Luo's arm and pulled her out, her head almost leaving a blur.

"No suit! No suit!"

The suit was tight, hot, and stiff; he was only twenty!

  

"Then what do you want?" Ling Luo didn't use any force, but took a few steps forward following Gu Yang's momentum to avoid him aggravating his wound.

"Anything is fine, as long as I don't usually wear suits."

"Alright then." Ling Luo let him have his way and was dragged into the trendy store across the street.

Next, Gu Yang became a human clothes hanger, changing outfit after outfit under Ling Luo's direction. From T-shirts to trench coats, from jeans to casual pants.

At first he was very enthusiastic, but later he became completely discouraged.

"I'm not trying anymore, my legs are too weak." Gu Yang came out of the fitting room and collapsed onto the sofa in the rest area, looking like a lump of mud.

Ling Luo chuckled and placed the shirt on her arm, freeing one hand to pinch Gu Yang's cheek.

"I haven't even done anything yet, and my legs are already weak? What will I be like in the future?"

Gu Yang looked at Ling Luo with a puzzled expression. What did that mean?

"The last one." Ling Luo handed Gu Yang a white silk shirt before he could finish thinking.

"Ah! Do you have some kind of obsession with shirts?" Gu Yang's attention was indeed diverted. He sprawled on the sofa, pouted, and said, "You said it, the last one, no more!"

When Gu Yang came out again, the sales assistant stared at him, completely mesmerized. The white silk shirt he wore inexplicably exuded a seductive sexiness; the top two buttons of the collar were undone, revealing his fair skin and delicate collarbone.

Ling Luo's eyes darkened slightly. She walked over and naturally helped him button up his collar, straightened his collar, coughed lightly, and nodded: "Not bad."

His fingertips brushed against Gu Yang's collarbone, intentionally or unintentionally, sending a jolt of electricity through him.

Gu Yang's face turned bright red in an instant.

"You, you, you need to be careful, you're outside..."

He's bad at games but loves to have fun.

Ling Luo chuckled and turned to the sales assistant, saying, "Wrap up everything you just tried on and liked."

Seeing the sales assistant packing up seven or eight bags, Ling Luo asked Gu Yang, "Should we buy a few more pieces to change into?"

"No, no, it's inconvenient for us to go back."

"I'll buy you more when we get back." Ling Luo swiped her card, picked up the bag that was more than half full, and said, "Let's go eat."

What should we eat for lunch?

"Have some porridge!"

Gu Yang exclaimed "Ah!" in disbelief.

"You're having porridge for breakfast, porridge for lunch, and you're not going to have porridge for dinner too, are you?"

"We'll share the good times and the bad." Ling Luo glanced at him, her tone flat. "We'll all be having porridge today."

So, Yang, who had accidentally bitten Lingluo's lips yesterday, lowered his head guiltily.

"It's just that I lack experience; I didn't do it on purpose."

The two found a quiet restaurant and set their spoils aside.

Gu Yang was starving and buried his head in the steak on his plate, while Ling Luo leisurely drank the vegetable and lean meat porridge in front of her, occasionally handing Gu Yang a tissue.

"Hehe, I knew you wouldn't want me to eat porridge three times a day."

"Eat yours." Ling Luo put down her spoon. "Watch out, I might bite you next time."

Gu Yang didn't believe him and made a face at him. Ling Luo was speechless and reached out to pinch Gu Yang's cheek.

It's soft, smooth, and feels really nice.

After lunch, the afternoon's itinerary was to meet Ba Meng, whom Ni Yuelan had introduced.

Ling Luo had originally arranged to meet at Guanghe Entertainment, but Ni Yuelan said she wanted to get together, so they arranged to meet at a very private teahouse.

Ni Yuelan and Ba Meng have arrived.

The woman in front of me looked no different from the one on TV. She was wearing a proper long dress and delicate makeup, and every gesture she made exuded the gentle and elegant demeanor of a "national older sister".

"Hey? Aren't you the guy who went to the karaoke bar with Gu Yang?"

"Yes, hello Teacher Ba Meng, I am Ling Luo, my stage name is Luo Mu."

"Wow!!!" Ba Meng's eyes widened instantly, and she extended her hand proactively, "Hello, hello, Mr. Luo Mu, I've heard so much about you!"

"You're too kind, Teacher Ba Meng." Ling Luo shook hands with her and then let go.

"Yangyang's here too," Ni Yuelan greeted Gu Yang warmly, then winked and whispered, "Your husband is really something, he takes you everywhere he goes."

Gu Yang's face flushed, and he could only manage a couple of dry laughs.

Ni Yuelan's smile instantly turned into surprise, her eyes darting back and forth between Gu Yang and Ling Luo.

"You...you two, you're not already together, are you?"

Gu Yang didn't say that last time!

Gu Yang blushed and nodded shyly.

Ling Luo chuckled and gently rubbed Gu Yang's head twice, the gesture natural and affectionate.

"Holy crap!" Ni Yuelan almost jumped up from her chair. "Congratulations! I absolutely have to give you a big red envelope!"

"Thank you very much, Teacher Ni."

After everyone took their seats, the conversation quickly turned to "New Voices Creative Camp".