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

He looked Ling Luo up and down, his eyes full of confusion. He even tapped his temple, as if trying to search his memory.

"Professor Jiang, I'm so sorry." Ling Luo smiled frankly, "I'm not a student at your school. I'm just interested in your class and came to audit it with Gu Yang."

Gu Yang, who was listening from the side, was terrified. Wasn't this just being caught red-handed auditing a class?

To everyone's surprise, Jiang Zehuai was not displeased at all after hearing this; instead, his eyes lit up instantly.

"Auditing?" He slapped his thigh, looking at Ling Luo as if she were some rare treasure. "Hey! I knew it! No problem! With a talent like yours, let alone auditing one class, all the classes at Beijing Conservatory of Music are open to you!"

As Jiang Zehuai spoke, he actually pulled out his phone, tapped the green bubble QR code, and said, "Come on, Xiaoling, add me as a friend! I'll send you a copy of the course schedules for all the majors in the school later. You can choose whichever one you want to attend. If any teacher dares to kick you out, just mention my name!"

"..."

Gu Yang, watching from the side, almost had his eyes pop out of his head.

What's going on?

A class at the Beijing Conservatory of Music costs tens of thousands of yuan outside, and now it's being offered for free in a package? And Professor Jiang is even being asked to be a bodyguard?

Could Ling Luo be Teacher Jiang's long-lost son?

That doesn't make sense either, Ling Luo is clearly from Shuangqing.

Ling Luo herself was a little surprised, but she calmly added him as a friend and thanked him.

He picked up the contract, quickly glanced through it, and saw that it contained only standard clauses. As he was about to sign, he paused at the signature line and wrote two words.

Ended.

Jiang, being of a certain age, wasn't very familiar with those trending online names, assuming it was just an ordinary stage name. After carefully putting away the contract, she spoke with great interest:

"By the way, our school is having a welcome party for new students in early September, and there's a purely instrumental orchestra playing. I've asked the principal if we could use your piece, 'Fighting the Typhoon'! How about you be the lead guzheng player?"

Upon hearing this, Ling Luo quickly made a mental calculation.

By early September, the competition at the Capital First Arena in Guyang should be over, and there will be a two-week break before the next round of competitions, giving me plenty of time.

He nodded: "Of course. But Professor Jiang, could I choose a different ensemble piece?"

"Change the song?" Jiang Zehuai looked troubled. "Xiao Ling, to be honest, the theme of this gala is to promote the traditional folk music of our Dragon Kingdom, and your song is a perfect fit."

"I understand." Ling Luo's tone was very firm. "The piece I prepared is for traditional folk music ensemble, and the instrumentation includes instruments such as the guzheng, flute, xiao, and erhu."

He dared to say that because on the light screen in the memory palace, a line of inconspicuous small words lay quietly.

[Upon answering ten questions correctly from the system's question bank, you can request a custom song of any type.]

  

It's like a blank check, ready to be cashed at any time.

Jiang Zehuai's breath hitched for a moment: "Really? You wrote this too?"

"Yes."

"Is the quality... up to the level of 'Fighting the Typhoon'?"

"nature."

Jiang Zehuai suddenly stood up, paced back and forth in his office a couple of times, and waved his hand excitedly: "Great! An ensemble performance is definitely more impressive than a solo! When can I see the sheet music?"

Ling Luo's gaze was calm and unwavering as she uttered two words.

"tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Jiang Zehuai was stunned.

"The piece is basically finished," Ling Luo explained without changing his expression. "It just needs a final touch."

"Okay!" Jiang Zehuai made the final decision. "Send it to me tomorrow! As long as the music is fine, I'll handle the rest by applying to the school!"

"Thank you, teacher."

Seeing Jiang Zehuai's excited look as if he had found a treasure, Gu Yang silently swallowed.

He now seriously suspects that Ling Luo refused the 50,000 yuan earlier because... he simply didn't care about it.

He can pick out any song and he can drink water faster than anyone else.

On the way back, Gu Yang was still in a daze until Ling Luo stuffed a bag of green vegetables into his mouth, which brought him back to his senses.

He followed Ling Luo like a little tail, watching him skillfully tie on his apron and walk into the kitchen.

"Ling Luo, tell me honestly, can you really come up with a brand new ensemble piece tomorrow?"

He couldn't help but worry.

This is not just a casual tune; it's a complete score for a folk music ensemble, with arrangement and instrumentation—every aspect requires a lot of effort.

During this time, Ling Luo never left his sight. He didn't even touch paper or pen, let alone go to the music room.

Ling Luo turned her head, a hint of amusement in her eyes: "When have you ever not trusted me to do things?"

He tossed the bag of vegetables in his hand into Gu Yang's arms: "Go, wash them clean."

"Oh." Gu Yang, carrying the vegetables, reluctantly moved to the sink, muttering to himself, "But that's different..."

He absentmindedly rubbed the vegetable leaves, then suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Brother Li said he wants to get me a couple of variety show appearances while things are still going strong. What do you think?"

Ling Luo paused in her chopping motion.

In their previous lives, many artists appeared on too many fast-paced variety shows in the early stages of their rise to fame, which eroded their talent and squeezed out their time for reflection and creation, ultimately leading them further and further away from their dreams.

He shook his head: "It's not suitable. Your foundation is too weak. Variety shows can bring you fame, but that's not your path. If it's just for making money, variety shows are a shortcut, but you want to be a singing champion, not a variety show personality."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yang immediately nodded, playfully flicking water droplets with his fingertips: "That's what I was thinking too. I'll go and refuse Brother Li in a bit."

He counted on his fingers, his face serious: "The Beijing division of 'Sing, Youth!' has three episodes, the top three advance to the Northeast division. The Northeast division has six episodes, and the national competition has another six episodes, making a total of fifteen episodes. If I can make it to the end, I can sing fifteen songs in front of a national audience, which is more important than anything else."

Ling Luo reached out and wiped the water droplets from his face, her eyes filled with relief: "You've figured this out, so you're not too stupid."

"I'm not stupid at all, I'm quite smart!" Gu Yang snorted defiantly.

……

In the stillness of the night, Ling Luo's consciousness sank into the palace of memories, heading straight for the sixth floor.

Without hesitation, he clicked "Continue answering questions" in front of the screen.

Five more questions to answer before you can unlock the control function.

[If equal masses of water and kerosene absorb the same amount of heat, which substance will experience a greater temperature increase? (c_{water} > c_{kerosene})]

Ling Luo raised an eyebrow and said something that would make all the junior high school students in the country jump up and down: "The difficulty level has basically remained unchanged."

Solution: According to Q = cmΔt, we can transform it to get Δt = Q/cm.

Since Q and m are the same, c_{water} > c_{kerosene}.

Therefore, Δt_{water} < Δt_{kerosene}.

That is, the temperature of the kerosene rises much higher.

[Correct answer. Congratulations on receiving the song "Foxtail Grass on the Slope" and 10 Guzheng lessons.]

Music theory knowledge is no longer included in the rewards? It seems the rewards from this light screen aren't static after all.

Without thinking much, he clicked on the next question.