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

He was impeccably dressed in a suit, with a dignified posture, and even just standing there, he exuded a sharp aura that most people didn't have.

Ling Luo looked at the two men with their hands hanging down at their sides, in standard military posture, and her heart skipped a beat. She instantly knew who they were.

His hands tightened instinctively, gripping the backpack straps tightly.

He took a deep breath, steadied himself, and spoke to Gu Yang, who was still blocking the doorway: "Gu Yang, they've come to see me."

Gu Yang noticed the tension in Ling Luo's voice and turned to look at him. He saw that Ling Luo's expression was calm, but his hands, hanging at his sides, were clenched into fists.

He moved his lips, as if to ask something, but his throat felt dry and he couldn't utter a single word.

Ling Luo zipped up her backpack, her movements and voice revealing nothing unusual: "You go to the restaurant for breakfast first, I'll talk to them."

Gu Yang pursed his lips, took the backpack from Ling Luo, and walked towards the restaurant with somewhat stiff steps, but couldn't help looking back frequently.

Ling Luo forced a smile and stepped aside to make way for her: "Come in and sit down."

He poured a cup of tea for each of them, placing the white porcelain teacups on the table in front of them with a crisp, light sound.

One of them took a file folder from his briefcase and pushed it in front of Ling Luo.

"Mr. Ling, we are here on orders to deliver this document to you."

Ling Luo's hand, placed under the table, had nails that almost dug into her palm.

coming.

This document should contain his application and consent form for entering the entertainment industry.

From then on, a brand new label would be affixed to his file: an entertainer, a public figure who appears in public.

This also means that even if his hand is healed in the future, he will never be able to access top-secret scientific research again.

A scientific researcher who is well-known to the public is himself a huge security risk.

He had known all along that even if he was a genius in the eyes of many, the country would not make such a dangerous decision from a legal and national security perspective.

He knew it all along; from the moment he chose this path, he knew this would be the outcome.

But why does my heart still feel like it's being gripped by an invisible hand, causing me so much pain that I can't breathe?

Lingluo, you are already very lucky. Compared to never being able to touch research again, at least you can still conduct scientific research that is not so confidential in the future, right?

Don't be too greedy, Lingluo.

He repeatedly told himself this in his heart, comforting himself as he had in his previous life.

He looked up, a polite smile on his face, but a layer of mist lingered deep in his eyes: "Thank you for making this trip."

"Mr. Ling, you're too kind." The leader stood up, his expression serious. "Also, the commander asked me to pass on a message to you."

Ling Luo picked up her teacup, using the act of drinking tea to hide the bitterness on her lips.

  

Even the commander-in-chief knows...

He said he would personally handle the veto power for background checks.

"We hope you stay true to your original aspirations; they are waiting for you to come back."

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the teacup slipped from Ling Luo's hand and shattered on the polished floor.

He suddenly looked up, his pupils contracted, and stared intently at the person who spoke, as if trying to find even the slightest bit of falsehood on their face.

However, no.

The other person's gaze was calm and firm, without any hint of jest.

Ling Luo sat there blankly, her mind buzzing, not even reacting to the two people opposite her saluting and leaving.

Waiting for you to come back...

Await your return!

After a long while, he suddenly chuckled softly, the laughter growing louder and louder until it became an unrestrained roar, while tears uncontrollably welled up in his eyes and streamed down his cheeks.

"Ling Luo!"

Gu Yang heard something was wrong and rushed over in a few steps, looking helplessly at the person who was crying and laughing like a madman.

"Don't scare me, are you alright?" Gu Yang's voice was trembling, afraid that a single word would upset him.

Ling Luo shook his head violently. He was fine, he was perfectly alright!

The country did not abandon him! He was not abandoned!

As long as he doesn't make any mistakes, as long as... as long as his hand heals, he can go back! He can go back to that place he thought he could never return to!

"Gu Yang!" Ling Luo's eyes were bloodshot, yet they burned with an astonishing light. He grabbed Gu Yang's arm with surprising force.

"I still have a chance, you know? I still have a chance!"

Gu Yang was startled by him. Seeing the madness and ecstasy in his eyes, he subconsciously nodded repeatedly: "I know, I know! Ling Luo, you can definitely do what you want to do, you definitely can!"

He didn't know what Ling Luo wanted to do, but he knew that there was nothing Ling Luo couldn't do.

Meanwhile, on the top floor of an inconspicuous building in the capital city.

An elderly man dressed in a Zhongshan suit was slowly refilling the teapot for the man opposite him.

"Chief, is it really worth it to cover up such a huge risk for that kid Ling Luo and even use your personal connections to suppress that veto?" The man frowned slightly, picked up his teacup, but didn't drink it.

The old man, whom they called the leader, put the teapot back on the table with a soft "tap".

He didn't answer directly, but instead looked out the window.

"Old Chen, look at us now, aren't we doing great? Everyone says we've stood up straight and are holding our heads high."

"Yes."

"But they don't know that we've only run a little faster. The jackals and tigers behind us are still watching. If we relax even slightly, they'll pounce and tear us to shreds." The commander withdrew his gaze, his eyes calm and unwavering. "How many more years can we old bones hold on? Ten years? Twenty years? The road ahead ultimately belongs to them."

The man called Old Chen fell silent; he knew the leader was telling the truth.

"But... why Ling Luo of all people?" He was still puzzled. "That kid is a fine piece of steel, but he's too pure and too stubborn. He's a top scientist, but he might not be a qualified leader. I'm afraid of him in a place like the entertainment industry..."

"Afraid he'll break?" The leader chuckled and picked up his teacup, blowing on the steam.

"Based on the incident at the 49 Research Institute a while ago, everyone knew that going back meant certain death, yet he dared to rush back alone and bring more than a thousand people out safely."

"Just because he was there for only four years, he managed to win over a thousand proud and arrogant top talents."

The leader put down his teacup; his voice was soft, yet every word carried immense weight.

"No one is born a leader. But if a person can unite people's hearts invisibly, then he has the potential to be cultivated into a leader."

Old Chen seemed to be deep in thought.

"You think I let him into the entertainment industry so he could become an actor?" The leader glanced at him, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"What kind of den of dragons and tigers is that place? Fame, fortune, desire, conspiracies, open schemes... the complexities of human nature are magnified tenfold, a hundredfold there. If he can go through such a place and still hold onto his principles, remembering where he came from, then think about it, what else is there for us to doubt about his character, methods, and beliefs?"

Old Chen suddenly looked up, his doubts vanishing, replaced by clarity and awe.

"I see...I see! Commander, you are tempering your heart, and you are also tempering people. Ling Luo lit this fire himself, and now we can lend him a helping hand!"

"Yes, when he injured his hand, I originally wanted to arrange for him to go into politics. This circle can also temper a person. Unfortunately, this brat chose his own path. But it's fine, since it's all in the refinery, it goes along with his wishes and doesn't hinder our plans."

The leader picked up the document on the table again, and Ling Luo's name was clearly visible on it.

"The piece has been placed; now it's up to him to decide how to move it."

"Little guy, you'd better do your best, don't let us old men work for nothing."

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