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

After finishing four questions in one go, Ling Luo shook her wrist, preparing for the last one.

"The last question is whether this customization feature is a one-time or permanent feature."

He muttered to himself and clicked "Continue answering questions".

However, the question did not appear as expected.

A bright red exclamation mark popped up.

[The difficulty has increased, please keep up the good work!]

Ling Luo raised an eyebrow. Ten questions, each one more in difficulty? Interesting.

He clicked "OK".

A train 200 meters long travels at a speed of 15 meters per second across a bridge 1300 meters long. Find the time required for the train to completely cross the bridge.

When the question popped up, Ling Luo almost choked on her own saliva.

He stared at the screen expressionlessly for three seconds, unable to see where the so-called "increased difficulty" was reflected.

Solution: The distance the train travels across the bridge is s = 1300 + 200 = 1500 meters.

According to t = s/v,

Substituting s = 1500 m and v = 15 m/s into the formula,

We can get t = 1500/15 = 100 seconds.

A: It takes 100 seconds for the train to completely cross the bridge.

[You answered correctly. Congratulations! You have won the song "Puppet Show" and 10 optional instrument courses.]

[Congratulations on launching your customized series! Note: Customized songs, courses, etc., are priced at three times the original price. The emotional points paid will be deducted from the emotional points earned from this song.]

Ling Luo's lips twitched uncontrollably.

three times?

He remembered that the song "Long Time No See" was priced at 300,000 emotional points last time. If this one were to be customized, wouldn't it cost 900,000?

Ling Luo's gaze slowly shifted to the upper left corner of the light screen.

[Total Emotional Score: 331907]

Very good. After fermenting for nearly two days, it was just enough to pay off the system's debt of 300,000. There were a little over 30,000 left, and only 18,000 of the emotional value could actually be used to upgrade the light screen.

How long would it take to save up 500 million?

Minister Tang's impulsive personality meant that saying he would come to arrest people in six months was definitely not a joke.

  

He rubbed his throbbing temples and resignedly pressed the newly appeared "Custom Song" button below the screen.

Please enter the song you wish to customize.

"Custom-made instrumental music, 'The Elephant King's Journey'."

[Customization of "The Elephant King's Journey" successful. Required Emotion Points: 100 million. Please earn them as soon as possible.]

The melody of this piece is rich in ethnic flavor, with huge rhythmic fluctuations. The use of the dharma horn at the beginning is a finishing touch, enough to make a stunning debut at the welcome party.

I just don't know if the Beijing Conservatory of Music has a less common instrument like the Buddhist horn.

Thinking of this, Ling Luo temporarily exited the memory palace and picked up her phone to send a message to Jiang Zehuai.

"Teacher Jiang, excuse me. Does the school have a Buddhist horn as a musical instrument?"

I glanced at the time; it was 1 a.m.

He figured he wouldn't get a reply until dawn. He put down his phone, re-entered the palace, and went to his study on the fifth floor to continue reading.

That evening, Lingluo, who was using a 2G network, didn't see anything, but a short video quietly appeared.

The above is a video of Ling Luo playing the guzheng in class.

[First, first!]

【Wait, Xiaoyi is even making video calls now?】

Who is this person in the video? He's so handsome! Is he in the entertainment industry?

Holy crap, I just heard that. All I can say is, this isn't human.

When I first heard it, I honestly thought a typhoon was coming. I looked out the window, but it turned out to be coming from my phone.

[Seriously? That's high praise? Let me hear it all first. If I don't feel anything, I'll come back and tear you guys apart.]

The person who uploaded the video is Huo Yi, a student at Beijing Conservatory of Music. She is also a short video blogger who usually records and posts study videos online.

Although there aren't many fans, only a few thousand.

But that didn't stop thousands of people from forwarding it, and in just one night, Huo Yi's account surpassed 10,000 followers.

Finally, a renowned guzheng player joined the discussion to comment on the video.

Fan Jiuge Guzheng V: Last night around 11 p.m., my student suddenly sent me this video. I initially thought she had some academic questions, but when I heard it, I was shocked.

If it weren't for the student in the video playing the instrument live, with perfect fingering and musical transitions, I would have thought it was played by another national-level player.

This piece unfolds with a narrative structure, progressing through five sections to fully present the entire process of "the arrival of the typhoon—fierce battle—the clearing of the sky after the rain," much like a "sound film" without visuals...

A lengthy 3,000-word piece, summed up in one word: awesome!

then!

Blasted.

The weight of a guzheng master is already undeniable, and now she's stayed up all night writing a eulogy.

This is more words than the author writes in a single day.

At that moment, the comments section was filled with exclamations of amazement.

[I need all the information about this guy in three seconds.]

[Upstairs, uninstall your domineering CEO novels. Unauthorized probing of citizens' personal information constitutes a violation of privacy rights and is illegal.]

[Haha, okay, okay, the comments are now veerging towards legal education programs.]

[I've been good! Please let me go!]

Huo Yi's account started to surge in popularity in the early hours of the morning. Within an hour, the number of followers exceeded 100,000, and the growth rate did not stop.

Unfortunately, few people are interested in ancient Chinese musical instruments, so 100,000 is already quite an achievement.

The next morning, as soon as he opened his eyes, he was bombarded with a series of messages from Teacher Jiang, sent at 5:30 a.m.:

"A dharma name? Is it like the kind used in religious musical instruments?"

"Xiao Ling, are you going to use Buddhist horns for this new piece? Can I see the sheet music first?"

"Is this the song from the welcome party?"

"..."

The old professor's excitement and eagerness almost leaped off the screen, leaving Ling Luo both amused and exasperated.

"The piece we're performing for the party requires the use of a Buddhist horn. Teacher, could you please help me find one?"

The message was sent out and received a reply almost instantly.

"No need to look! The school has them! It's just that there are too few students learning this now, only two promising students this year. I'll go ask their teachers right away to see if we can get them into the ensemble!"

"Okay, thank you for your help, teacher."

"What trouble! You're doing the school a huge favor by not spending a single penny; on the contrary, we're the ones troubling you! Feel free to ask for anything, don't be shy!"

"Yes."

After replying to the message, Ling Luo put down her phone and got up to make breakfast.

Before we knew it, it was time for the second Guyang competition.

"Ling Luo, you have to come with me today, otherwise I'm afraid you'll be late again," Gu Yang suggested while stuffing a thermos into his bag.

Ling Luo handed him a glass of warm water: "Okay."

He had barely finished speaking when the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Who is it, so early?" Gu Yang walked towards the door with a puzzled look on his face.

Looking at the time, it was only a little past seven in the morning, while his appointment with Brother Li was at nine in the morning.

Ling Luo shook her head, watched Gu Yang put his bag aside and open the door, then took over the task of packing the things she needed for the trip, putting her water bottle and a few books into the side pocket of her backpack.

"Who are you?" came Gu Yang's puzzled voice from the doorway.

"Guyang, who's here?"

Seeing that Gu Yang hadn't spoken, Ling Luo raised her head, her gaze passing over the entrance hall and landing on the two men standing at the door.