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

The doorbell rang right on time.

Ling Luo opened the door, and there were three people standing outside, carrying a camera and holding a microphone. The one in the lead was a middle-aged man wearing a baseball cap.

The three of them were shocked the moment they saw Ling Luo.

The director even took a step back to check the house number.

That's right, but...

Why is Ling Luo, who frequently trends on social media, the one that comes up?

"Hello Mr. Ling, is this Ms. Luo Mu's home?"

Ling Luo nodded: "I am Luo Mu. Please come in, teachers."

"Wh...what!"

The three exchanged incredulous glances; no one would joke about something like this.

Thinking it over, the director immediately extended his hand, his attitude very polite.

Just kidding. If we find out that Ling Luo and Luo Mu are the same person when the show officially airs, the trending topics will explode.

This is real traffic, genuine traffic.

Thinking it over, the director became even more polite.

"Hello, Mr. Luo Mu. I am the director of 'New Voice Creation Camp'. My surname is Wang."

Ling Luo gently shook hands with him, "Director Wang, please come in, all three of you."

He stepped aside to make way, and the production crew filed in.

The camera lens immediately started working, aiming at Ling Luo and scanning the interior of the apartment.

Director Wang had prepared a whole host of words, hoping to guide Ling-Luo to show some of the qualities a "creator" should have, such as an unkempt artistic flair, or nervousness and shyness in front of the camera.

But he gave up on that idea when he learned that Ling Luo was Luo Mu.

There's a saying circulating online: "It's a loss for the entertainment industry if Ling Luo doesn't enter it."

Ling Luo stood in the entryway, dressed in a simple white shirt, with a tall and straight figure and a gentle yet somewhat aloof expression.

It was as if they weren't there to film, but simply ordinary friends visiting.

The interior of the apartment surprised the production crew even more.

It's too clean.

It was so clean it didn't look like a single man's residence.

There were no mountains of sheet music, no musical instruments everywhere; everything was orderly, with a cool sense of order, yet it also revealed a touch of warmth.

  

"Mr. Luomu, do you live alone?" Director Wang asked tentatively.

"No, I'm living with friends," Ling Luo replied, taking out a few pairs of disposable slippers from the shoe cabinet. "The conditions are simple, please make do."

Director Wang quickly waved his hand, "It's not simple at all, you're too kind."

Even if they were to rent, it wouldn't be easy for any of the three of them to find a place like this, even a one-bedroom apartment.

The photographer skillfully gave the living room a close-up shot, especially the cartoon cushion on the sofa that clearly didn't fit the overall minimalist style.

"Should we go straight to the company, or talk here first?" Ling Luo asked.

Director Wang immediately said, "We have prepared some questions that we can discuss on the way. Right now, we mainly want to film some of the environments in which you usually create."

"Okay." Ling Luo nodded without hesitation and led them directly to the study. All the materials related to the thesis were locked in the cabinet, so there was nothing they couldn't see.

"I usually work here."

The study door was pushed open.

The interior layout, like the living room, is extremely simple.

There was a desk with a computer bag and a MIDI keyboard on it. A huge bookcase stood against the wall, filled with Gu Yang's music books, some literary works, and mostly various novels.

This……

This art style is off!

Where is the promised burst of inspiration and flying drafts? Where is the promised untamed spirit of the artist?

This looks like the study of a rebellious student.

Director Wang felt that his filming approach was facing an unprecedented challenge.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure, "Mr. Luomu, could we film you at work? Like, playing the piano, or writing sheet music or something?"

"Sure, but I'll need to go to the company," Ling Luo said, adding, "I usually write songs at the company."

"Okay, Ms. Luomu, shall we head to the company?"

"Hold on."

Ling Luo turned around, not to leave, but to pick up Nuonuo, who had been following her, and walk to the balcony of the living room.

"Nono, eat something first."

As Ling Luo spoke, she took out dog food from a low cabinet on the balcony, added some goat milk, and soaked the dog food in it.

He turned around, shoveled the dog poop, put it in a garbage bag, and then picked up the trash.

"let's go."

The group went downstairs and got into the business vehicle arranged by the production team.

As soon as the car started, Director Wang began the formal interview.

"Mr. Luomu, everyone is very curious about your pen name. Does the name 'Luomu' have any special meaning?"

This was the first question they prepared, intended to uncover the stories and emotions behind the creators.

Ling Luo leaned back in her chair, looking out the window, her voice calm.

"It doesn't have any special meaning; I just picked it randomly."

Director Wang: "..."

This guy is such a conversation killer!

He chuckled twice, forcibly steer the conversation back on track: "So... what prompted you to decide to participate in 'New Voice Songwriting Camp'?"

"It was recommended by Professor Zhuo Tongyu," Ling Luo replied succinctly as always. "Besides, I also wanted to come and see for myself."

This answer is finally somewhat normal.

Director Wang breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Our show's competition format is extremely brutal. It's broadcast live the entire time, with a limited time for creation, which puts immense pressure on the creators. Are you confident?"

"Do your best."

Ling Luo's answer was flawless, neither arrogant nor overly humble.

Director Wang felt like he was interviewing a government spokesperson, not a young creator in his early twenties.

He decided to try a different approach.

"We know that your works have a very diverse style, ranging from the deep emotion of 'Long Time No See' to the passion of 'Youth', and then to 'Puppet Show,' and so on. Almost every piece spans a very wide range. How do you manage to master so many different styles?"

Ling Luo looked down at her phone and, sure enough, it was a selfie sent by Gu Yang, taken from inside a car.

Ling Luo: [Setting off? Have you packed everything?]

Ling Luo typed on her phone while answering the program team's questions aloud:

"Music is the language of emotion, and human emotions are inherently complex and ever-changing."

"I'm just a translator and a porter."

Translator and content mover?

This is a novel idea.

Director Wang's eyes lit up; he felt he had found a point that could be explored in depth.

"Do you mean that your creative inspiration comes from emotional experiences in life?"

"You could say that."

The interview inside the car proceeded exceptionally quickly, thanks to Ling Luo's extremely concise answering style.

Soon, the car stopped in front of the Pantone Entertainment building.

Fanyin Entertainment is a rising star in the industry.

The company's interior design is simple, sophisticated, and technologically advanced.

Before long, Ling Luo led them to the recording studio.

Ling Luo sat in front of the mixing console, operated it a few times, and her professional demeanor left the cameraman with no room for criticism.

After shooting for half a day, we had enough footage before lunch.

Ling Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief, checked the time, and had someone take the production crew out for dinner before she could relax and turn on her phone.