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

Ba Meng immediately got into work mode, speaking eloquently about the path she wanted to take and her understanding of the program, with clear logic and well-organized presentation.

Ling Luo listened quietly, occasionally nodding or asking one or two questions.

Gu Yang sipped his tea, watching Ba Meng's flawless performance, and then thought about Ni Yuelan's description of her begging for resources on Green Bubble, and he couldn't help but marvel.

Sure enough, none of those who make it to the top in the entertainment industry are simple characters.

"As long as I'm not sidelined, everything else is negotiable," Ba Meng concluded. She didn't care about the profit sharing; she just wanted the song.

Ling Luo nodded, "Singers who can join me in 'New Voice Singer Camp' will not be left out. I will tailor-make suitable songs for each singer."

The talks went smoothly. Given Ba Meng's strength and popularity, Ling Luo had no reason to refuse.

After the meeting ended, Ni Yuelan put her arm around Ba Meng's shoulder and left first.

Before leaving, Ni Yuelan turned back and gave Gu Yang a thumbs-up, winking at him.

Ling Luo turned her head to look at Gu Yang and saw him nod solemnly, his eyes as firm as when she took the oath to join the Party.

"Why are you being so serious?" Ling Luo found it amusing, reached out and took Gu Yang's hand, while her other hand restlessly pinched Gu Yang's earlobe.

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It's soft and feels great.

When we were deskmates, he would be reading a book, and Gu Yang would pinch his earlobe. At the time, Gu Yang even said confidently, "Your earlobes are thick, you're lucky, I'll share in your good fortune."

At this moment, after the switch, Gu Yang shrank back a little.

"Hey, speak properly." Gu Yang felt uncomfortable being pinched, so she grabbed his mischievous hand and then said seriously, "Of course, you're the treasure I've been chasing for so long."

"Bao?" Ling Luo chuckled softly, leaning closer. "Then call me 'brother' and let me hear it."

"No." Gu Yang refused without even thinking.

"But I want to hear it."

"No, Ling Luo, you seem like a completely different person since last night." Gu Yang couldn't keep up with his pace.

"There was nothing I could do; some little fool broke my seal." Ling Luo smiled, a hint of seduction in her voice. "So, are you going to call out or not?"

"No……"

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Yang felt dizzy and was pulled into Ling Luo's arms by a force.

Warm lips covered mine, carrying the fragrance of tea, prying open his lips and teeth without giving him a chance to refuse.

Gu Yang's mind went blank, and all the strength in his body seemed to have been drained away.

When the kiss ended, he leaned softly against Ling Luo's chest, breathing slightly heavily.

"Good boy, say something..." Ling Luo's voice was hoarse, close to his ear.

"I'm older than you..." Gu Yang struggled, trying to regain some dignity, "...two months!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Luo chuckled and leaned down again.

This kiss was deeper and more domineering than the previous one, leaving Yang completely disoriented. In the end, he could only raise his hand to pat Ling Luo's back to show his surrender.

"I'll scream, I'll scream, okay? Please stop kissing me..."

Ling Luo then slightly released him, looking at Gu Yang with his watery eyes and swollen lips, and felt a sense of satisfaction.

Gu Yang stammered for a long time, his cheeks flushed red, before finally squeezing out two words: "Brother!"

The sound was so soft it was like a mosquito humming.

Ling Luo lifted his chin, forcing him to look into her eyes, and continued to tempt him: "Can't hear me? Speak louder."

Gu Yang kept his mouth shut and abruptly turned his head away: "You're really annoying today."

"So, are you going to call me or not?" Ling Luo pretended to kiss him again.

Gu Yang was startled and immediately cried out, "Brother! Brother!"

After shouting, he felt too ashamed to face anyone.

Ling Luo was finally satisfied. She buried her head in Gu Yang's shoulder, her chest heaving as she let out a low laugh.

He turned his head, his warm breath brushing against Gu Yang's earlobe: "That sounds beautiful, thank you, Yang Bao."

Gu Yang felt his scalp tingle from his laughter, and the tingling sensation in his ears made him both angry and anxious. He pushed Ling Luo away, turned around, and faced him with the back of his head.

"Is Yangbao angry?"

"Hmph, I wonder where you learned these tricks from."

Ling Luo hugged him from behind, resting her chin gently on Gu Yang's shoulder, and playfully pinched Gu Yang's puffed-up cheek with one hand. "So, do you like me the way I am now, or the way I was before?"

Gu Yang's eyes were practically overflowing with laughter, but he stubbornly forced his lips down, suppressing his laughter as he pretended to think seriously before answering, "Each has its own merits."

"What a silly little thing," Ling Luo muttered under his breath, his tone full of affection. "From now on, you have to call me 'brother,' and you're not allowed to call me by my full name anymore, or else..."

Gu Yang turned her head to look at him in confusion, "Otherwise what?"

Ling Luo's gaze fell on his slightly swollen, watery lips, and she gently stroked them with her thumb, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Otherwise," he lowered his voice, with a hint of danger in it, "don't blame me for making you smear that mouth of yours."

"You! You! You!" Gu Yang's face flushed crimson. Pointing at the handsome face so close to his, he was too angry to speak. "Give back the old Ling Luo!"

This person is definitely possessed by a ghost! And a lecherous one at that.

Ling Luo's eyes darkened, and taking advantage of Gu Yang's turned head, she kissed him directly.

He only released Gu Yang when Gu Yang was almost out of breath, and looking into the other's dazed eyes, he said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "The first time."

Gu Yang: "..."

What do you mean, "first time"? Is this a warning for the first time?

Ling Luo acted as if nothing had happened, slowly and methodically straightening Gu Yang's slightly disheveled collar and taking his hand again.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see Nono's mother."

Gu Yang was still in a daze, his mind blank. He stood up in a daze and was led out of the teahouse by Ling Luo.

The car drove smoothly on the city road. Gu Yang leaned back in the leather rear seat, his head still spinning.

He would occasionally turn his head to secretly peek at Ling Luo, who was holding a computer and "solving problems" next to him.

The lines of her profile were still the familiar sharpness, and her fingers were long and slender as she typed on the keyboard, but you could tell that the force in her two hands was different. At this moment, Ling Luo was focused on the computer in front of her, and her eyes were shining with a light that was rarely seen.

Everything is the same as before.

But it seems like everything is different now.

Gu Yang raised his hand and gently touched his still slightly burning lips with his fingertips.

It seemed to still retain the other person's scent and warmth, with a hint of the coolness of tea and a comforting aroma.

Gu Yang's cheeks began to heat up uncontrollably again. He quickly rolled down the car window a little to let the wind in and try to cool himself down.

"What are you thinking about?" Ling Luo's voice suddenly rang out, calm yet with a hint of a smile.