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

The article carefully analyzes the shooting time and the signing time on the screenshot of the stars, finding they are on the same day.

This would have made people believe that the person in the picture was the one who had passed away.

As a result, the public did not buy it.

Why?

Firstly, they've seen girls activate Intimate Payment for their best friends, but they've never seen a guy activate Intimate Payment for his brother.

Secondly, the growing number of Luoyang CP fans do not believe it.

Thirdly: The person in the picture is even more handsome than most celebrities. No one believes that God is so unfair, giving him talent and good looks at the same time.

As a result, even though what was said on this Weibo post was true, no one believed that the person was Luo Mu Benluo.

Neither the protagonists, Ling Luo and Gu Yang, looked at the information online. After finishing their meal, they got in the car and set off for the Beijing Conservatory of Music.

This is one of the top music academies in China, and the required scores for academic subjects are high enough to get into a decent second-tier university.

So Yang was able to get in, which means he didn't completely give up after I left.

"How about it? Isn't the scenery at our school nice?" Gu Yang said smugly, as if showing off his territory.

Indeed, the campus of Beijing Conservatory of Music is very beautiful.

"You have no idea how hard I studied to get into this school; I practically neglected sleep and meals, studied like a man hanging himself by his side, and immersed myself in the sea of ​​knowledge..."

Before Gu Yang could finish reciting the idiom, he was slapped on the back by Ling Luo.

"Class is about to start, stop joking."

Gu Yang pursed his lips. Now that he's in the entertainment industry, he doesn't have to come to class often, but he brought Ling Luo here specifically to experience the atmosphere, so he couldn't be late.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Gu Yang grabbed Ling Luo's wrist and ran towards the teaching building.

  

Ling Luo twitched her fingers slightly, letting him pull her along.

A dozen minutes later, Gu Yang stood by a rockery pond, looking at the koi fish playing in the water, completely bewildered.

No one told him that the classroom was outdoors.

Ling Luo crossed her arms and leisurely admired the surrounding pavilions and towers, as well as the couple cuddling in the grove of trees not far away.

"Your school's classrooms... are quite unique."

"Ahem!" Gu Yang blushed, stiffening his neck as he forced an explanation, "Well, maybe...maybe I haven't been here for too long, and the classroom has been demolished?"

Ling Luo finally couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Only someone as proud as Gu Yang could come up with such an absurd excuse.

"Alright, you directionally challenged guy, give me your class schedule."

If you rely on him, you won't even be able to find the classroom door by sunset.

Therefore, Yang reluctantly handed over his phone.

Ling Luo stared at "Room 305, Building 7" on her timetable and opened her phone's map app with a blank expression.

By the time the two finally found their way to the classroom, class was already halfway through. Gu Yang, like a thief, crouched down and pulled Ling Luo along, sneaking in through the back door.

Ling Luo pressed his temples helplessly. This guy really didn't know how good Teacher Jiang's view was from the podium.

"The one in the back, yes, the student who just came in."

An old but powerful voice came from the podium, and the entire lecture hall fell silent instantly as hundreds of eyes turned to look.

"You're only here halfway through the lesson, so it seems you've already mastered the previous material. Come on up here and tell us about it."

Gu Yang's waist was almost bent to the ground when his body stiffened.

Seriously? How could this be discovered?

He stood up in despair, dawdling, his eyes frantically trying to signal to Ling Luo, who was still standing by the door.

"Brother Luo, save my life!"

Seeing his pitiful look, on the verge of tears, Ling Luo's lips unconsciously curled into a smile. This scene was just like their high school days.

In a moment of distraction, I saw Gu Yang hanging his head, resignedly moving his feet, preparing to go up and be criticized.

Ling Luo stopped watching the show, strode in, and patted Gu Yang on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Professor Jiang, Gu Yang was delayed by a schedule and is late. I'll answer this question for him."

"Oh?" The old professor adjusted his glasses, his sharp gaze scrutinizing Ling Luo behind the lenses. "You're a complete stranger, someone who doesn't come to class often. Alright, then come up here."

Ling Luo nodded, and Gu Yang instantly breathed a sigh of relief. He bowed to him gratefully, then quietly slipped away to sit down in the back corner.

This lesson was about the history of music development in China, all textbook knowledge that needed to be memorized. But Gu Yang, who feared nothing but memorizing, was terrified of everything!

He sat down carefully and looked up at the podium.

Ling Luo walked onto the stage unhurriedly. The moment he stood still, all eyes in the classroom involuntarily focused on him, and everything around him paled in comparison.

"In my view, music originated from humankind's imitation of nature and animals."

His voice was clear and bright, not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"For example, imitating bird calls, animal roars, wind sounds, and flowing water may have initially been for the purpose of luring prey, or it may have been out of reverence for the forces of nature. The 'onomatopoeic drumming' of some African tribes still retains the rhythm of animal migration. And ancient Chinese books record that 'When Emperor Yao ascended the throne, he ordered Zhi to create music. Zhi then imitated the sounds of mountains, forests, streams, and valleys to sing,' which also illustrates this point."

The students listened intently, when suddenly a bold boy raised his hand: "Excuse me, what does that last classical Chinese sentence mean?"

Ling Luo glanced around and, seeing the clear, innocent look in everyone's eyes, explained, "After Emperor Yao ascended the throne, he ordered his music officials to compose music. So, the music officials imitated the natural sounds of the mountains, forests, streams, and valleys to create songs."

"Is that song still around? I really want to listen to it."

Ling Luo shook her head slightly, a hint of regret flashing across her expression.

The Dragon Kingdom has lost too many treasures in its long history, and the inheritance of ancient music has been severely interrupted.

A murmur of regret rippled through the classroom.

Ling Luo's gaze fell to the side, where a guzheng stood against the wall.

He walked over to the owner of the guzheng, a quiet girl, and said, "Excuse me, could I borrow your guzheng for a moment?"

The girl didn't expect him to come over and talk to her. Her cheeks flushed instantly, and she whispered, "Y-yes."

Her name is Wang Si'en, and she is a top student majoring in guzheng (Chinese zither).

Ling Luo thanked her and straightened the guzheng.

"Although the original piece has been lost, I have a version here that may allow you to experience some similar sentiments."

Gu Yang, sitting in the back row, suddenly brightened up.

He had never seen Ling Luo play a musical instrument before and assumed he couldn't.

But then I thought, how could someone who can write songs like "Long Time No See" and "Youth" not know how to play musical instruments!

Ling Luo calmly put on the prosthetic armor and gently plucked the strings with her fingertips.

"His movements are so skilled, Si'en, is he also in your major?" Wang Si'en's deskmate asked in a low voice.

"No, I...I've never seen him." Wang Si'en shook her head, and as soon as she finished speaking, a bright and powerful melody flowed from Ling Luo's fingertips.

It is in 4/4 time and has a lively and smooth melody.