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

Jiang Zehuai, the teacher of the class, recovered from his shock and quickly walked over.

"Excuse me, I've never heard this piece before. Could you tell me who the composer is?"

Ling Luo straightened up, her attitude respectful: "It's mine."

I was practically begging on my knees: I'm so sorry, Professor Wang Changyuan.

Jiang Zehuai's pupils contracted, and he pressed, "Did you do this?"

Ling Luo didn't give a direct answer, but silence was the best response.

"Great, great!" Jiang Zehuai rubbed his hands excitedly. "This piece has a profound meaning, full of the spirit of hard work and struggle of the working people in the 1950s and 60s, who dared to fight against nature! Few pieces of music today can express this core spirit. It's wonderful, very meaningful!"

"By the way, what's the name of this piece of music?"

"Call for battle against the typhoon."

He looked at Ling Luo as if she were a rare and precious gem.

"Fighting the Typhoon! Excellent, very impressive. I wonder if we could include this song, 'Fighting the Typhoon,' in the Beijing Conservatory of Music's repertoire? Don't worry, there's a prize, but... the price might not be too high."

The inclusion of Beijing Audio Recording is equivalent to national-level certification, something everyone in the industry understands.

Ling Luo replied without hesitation, "Sure. If Jingyin wants to use this piece, we won't charge you a penny. But I have one condition."

Jiang Zehuai was taken aback: "Huh? You go ahead."

"Please ask Jingyin to donate all the proceeds from this piece of music on my behalf."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire classroom fell into dead silence once again.

Everyone was stunned, including Gu Yang and Jiang Zehuai.

  

Jiang Zehuai took a long time to find his voice: "Are you...are you sure? If this piece of music were included in textbooks or released online, the revenue would definitely be substantial."

Ling Luo replied without hesitation: "Of course. This piece of music is meant to praise the working people; it comes from the people, so it should be used for the people."

"Good!" Jiang Zehuai nodded emphatically, his gaze towards Ling Luo completely changing, now filled with admiration and praise. "Understood. Don't worry, I'll personally oversee this for you!"

He turned his head and shouted to the whole class.

"Study!"

After saying that, without waiting for get out of class to end, he grabbed Ling Luo, waved to Gu Yang, and the three of them walked quickly towards the office.

The classroom was left with only students, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Inside the office, Jiang Zehuai pointed to the black leather sofa used for receiving guests.

"Please have a seat, I'm going to the principal's office."

The words had barely left his mouth when he slammed the door shut like a gust of wind, his footsteps fading into the distance.

On my phone was the performance video that a classmate had just recorded in the Dragon Kingdom Music History class group chat.

As soon as the door closed, the office fell silent.

Lingluo leaned back against the soft cushions of the sofa.

Gu Yang squeezed next to Ling Luo, reached out and gently massaged Ling Luo's arm.

"You recognized it?"

Gu Yang rolled his eyes at Ling Luo. "Please, you know I have a natural ear for sound. If I can't even hear such an obvious mistake, I'm wasting my talent." He squeezed Ling Luo's wrist harder, causing her to involuntarily gasp.

Seeing this, Gu Yang snorted twice, "Serves you right, serves you right for showing off."

After saying that, she still felt a little sorry for him and rubbed it again.

I mentally cursed myself.

No ambition.

"Why didn't you accept that student? I thought you played very well."

Ling Luo composed herself and explained softly, "The main reason I didn't agree to her suggestion is that my method lacks proper structure; it's all just my own guesswork. I can't teach anyone, and there's no need to mislead others."

Gu Yang's playful expression faded somewhat, and he suddenly realized, "Oh, I see. No wonder. I remember in high school, Teacher Fu said that imparting knowledge and skills is like dividing water. Only if you have more knowledge yourself can you teach your students more. If you only have a half-full bucket of water, then don't mislead your students."

"That makes sense. I haven't seen Teacher Fu in a long time either. I wonder how she is doing."

"Hmm~ When I contacted her last time, she was still the same, with diabetes, high blood pressure, and high blood sugar that she could only manage."

He then leaned closer, his eyes filled with astonishment: "But seriously, you've learned this much on your own, are you even human?"

Ling Luo didn't answer, but reached out and ruffled Gu Yang's hair.

"Oh dear, you're doing this again. It's been so many years, and you still can't shake this bad habit," Gu Yang quickly covered his hair. "I'm warning you, don't mess this up! You've ruined your hairstyle!"

Ling Luo chuckled lightly, and instead of stopping, her movements became even more aggressive.

After fooling around for a while, Ling Luo finally withdrew her hand and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Hehe, I want to eat stir-fries, like Kung Pao Chicken, braised pork belly, stir-fried pork with green peppers, and stir-fried cured pork with houttuynia cordata..."

Gu Yang started ordering food by counting on his fingers, and the more he ordered, the more he added, making Ling Luo's head spin.

Ling Luo quickly stopped her, saying, "Let's go out to a restaurant later. They've prepared all fancy dishes; we can't cook that."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yang nodded, "Alright, we'll talk about it later."

Just as he was about to say something, the office door clicked open.

Jiang Zehuai strode in, carrying a few pages of paper, a smile still lingering on his face.

"Come, come, take a look at this." Jiang Zehuai put the contract on the coffee table, then suddenly slapped his forehead. "Oh dear, I was so excited that I didn't even know your names!"

Ling Luo sat up straighter: "Teacher Jiang, my name is Ling Luo, and his name is Gu Yang."

"Gu Yang...Gu Yang..." Jiang Zehuai repeated twice, then nodded. "I remember that name; he was a student in our class. But you..."