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

The only sounds in the carriage were the steady breathing of the passengers, and the orange streetlights outside the window, like ribbons of light, made the silence even more profound.

"Wait a minute," Gu Yang suddenly remembered something and abruptly looked up from Ling Luo's shoulder, "Aren't the high-speed trains suspended at night?"

Ling Luo gave a soft "hmm": "There are no more direct flights from Haicheng to Beijing. I can only take the high-speed train to Hangzhou first, and then fly from Hangzhou."

"Oh, no wonder." Gu Yang suddenly realized and collapsed back down.

Ling Luo curled the corners of her lips and mischievously scratched Gu Yang's chin with her finger: "You know nothing, yet you dare to run around with me like this."

Gu Yang tilted his head, opening his mouth as if to bite Ling Luo's finger, but she nimbly dodged it. He grumbled in dissatisfaction, "You think you can sell me off? If you dare to sell me, I'll haunt you as a ghost and we'll split the spoils!"

"Sell it to you?" Ling Luo chuckled softly, his voice slightly magnetic. "I don't do business at a loss."

"I doubt you'd dare."

Amidst laughter and conversation, we arrived at the high-speed rail station.

The last train was checking tickets, and an announcement came over the loudspeaker urging everyone to hurry. The two quickly put on their hats and masks, pulled the brims down, and rushed inside with their bags on their backs.

Li Mingjun's tall figure stood calmly behind the two of them.

Fortunately, there weren't many people left at that time, and no fans would have imagined they would leave in this way.

Haicheng and Hangzhou are very close, only a 20-minute high-speed train ride apart.

After getting off the high-speed train, he went to the airport, checked his ticket, and boarded the plane. Only after finally settling into his seat on the plane bound for Beijing did Gu Yang let out a long sigh of relief, completely collapsing into a daze.

"I won't let this go unless you treat me to a meal, senior," he complained. "I've never been in such a rush in my life! My heart is still pounding in my throat!"

Ling Luo chuckled as she placed his backpack on the luggage rack before sitting down: "One meal won't do, this will take two."

"Absolutely!" Gu Yang nodded vigorously, leaning back in his chair, feeling his bones go limp. He turned his head to look at Ling Luo's practiced movements, "You're so familiar with this process, did you transfer trains like this often before?"

Ling Luo shook her head: "It happened twice, not often."

On those two occasions, one was to evade tracking, and the other was because the project team had an urgent meeting, both requiring a rapid change of location.

Ling Luo looked at the paralyzed Gu Yang with amusement and teased, "If you have the chance in the future, take me to experience a route that requires changing all the modes of transportation."

"All of them?" Gu Yang raised an eyebrow. "Including the donkey carts in TV dramas?"

Ling Luo: "...What kind of quirk is this? You actually want to ride in a donkey cart."

Gu Yang curled his lip: "I've never seen this before."

"Alright, stop fooling around, go to sleep for a while." Ling Luo adjusted his seat for him. "We won't get to Beijing until two or three in the morning. If you don't sleep, you won't be able to get up tomorrow."

"Oh." Gu Yang obediently replied, and casually adjusted Ling Luo's seat to be level with his own. Then, he naturally rested his head on Ling Luo's shoulder and closed his eyes.

Ling Luo pulled the blanket up around him and walked into the Memory Palace.

Three hours later, the plane landed.

In Lingluo's apartment, Gu Yang lay sprawled on the large bed, motionless.

"Gu Yang, get up and take a shower first." Ling Luo stood by the bed with her pajamas in hand.

  

The person on the bed let out a wail: "Can't I skip the shower today? I feel like I've become one with the bed."

"No way." Ling Luo refused outright. After thinking for a moment, she patiently persuaded, "There are too many people in the studio, and you've been traveling all day. Go and rinse off."

Moreover, he was wearing light makeup, and not removing it would be bad for his skin.

"Ah!!! You win." Gu Yang gritted his teeth, climbed out of bed, snatched the pajamas from Ling Luo's hand, and staggered into the bathroom.

After the rushing water stopped, my sleepiness was actually dispelled.

After Gu Yang came out, Ling Luo went in to take a bath.

When Ling Luo came out after taking a shower, she saw Gu Yang squatting in the living room, enthusiastically playing with a small yellow and white dog.

"Nono, come here, let's shake hands!"

Nono tilted her head and patted his palm with her paw.

"Wow, that's really clever!"

Ling Luo sighed, walked over, and grabbed Gu Yang by the back of his collar.

"Yangbao, we have important things to do tomorrow, go to sleep first."

"Oh, I'm not sleepy anymore..."

Gu Yang was dragged and pulled back to the bedroom by him, and only then did things finally calm down.

……

The next afternoon, backstage at the recording of "Youth Singing Season".

This new music competition variety show launched by Beijing TV has become a ratings hit as soon as it premiered due to its novel competition format and strong lineup of mentors.

Feng Yuxi, as the guest challenger for this episode, is under immense pressure.

In the lounge, he was dressed in a simple T-shirt and jeans, holding a glass of warm water, his eyes somewhat unfocused.

Her manager, Zhao Ying, watched anxiously from the sidelines: "Yuxi, don't be nervous. You practice so well, and this is Teacher Luo Mu's song, so there won't be any problems."

Feng Yuxi nodded, but muttered to herself, "I wonder when Gu Yang and Teacher Ling will be back today."

No sooner had he finished speaking than there was a knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock—"

"Please come in."

The door opened, and Gu Yang poked his head in, a smile brighter than the sun on his face: "Senior, isn't that a surprise! We've come to cheer you on!"

"What brings you here?!" Feng Yuxi's eyes lit up, and she stood up abruptly, her face beaming with undisguised joy. "Sister Zhao and I were just wondering when you'd arrive! You... rushed back overnight?"

"Absolutely! This is your first stage after signing with the company, how could we not come and cheer you on!" Gu Yang walked in and patted him on the shoulder familiarly. "How's it going? Ready? Don't be nervous, relax, just treat it as a fun occasion!"

Ling Luo followed behind him and nodded slightly to Feng Yuxi.

"I'm fine." Feng Yuxi smiled, a smile filled with relief. "Seeing you all makes me even less nervous."

Upon seeing Ling Luo, he quickly greeted her again: "Teacher Ling."

"Sing well," Ling Luo said succinctly, offering encouragement.

"I will." Feng Yuxi nodded emphatically.

The recording of the program began soon.

Gu Yang and Ling Luo, wearing masks and hats, sat in an inconspicuous corner of the audience.

The atmosphere was incredibly enthusiastic, with colorful light boards creating a sea of ​​light, and screams and cheers nearly lifting the roof off the studio.

Gu Yang leaned close to Ling Luo's ear and whispered his analysis of the singers' singing techniques and stage presence.

Ling Luo let him hold her arm, occasionally making a sound, but her gaze remained calmly fixed on the stage.

The previous singers all gave outstanding performances, including idols who excelled in both singing and dancing, as well as powerful vocalists, which brought the audience to a series of climaxes.

Finally, it was Feng Yuxi's turn to take the stage.

The host announced in a passionate and resounding voice: "Now, let's give a warm round of applause to our challenger, Feng Yuxi! He will be performing an original song for us—'Foxtail Grass on the Slope'!"