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

As a result, he received a call from Teacher Zhou early the next morning.

The phone vibrated in her ear. Ling Luo rubbed her temples, her voice still slightly hoarse from just waking up.

"Teacher, is there something you need when you call me at this hour?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Teacher Zhou's voice remained calm and steady: "You saw Zhuo Tongyu yesterday, right?"

Ling Luo's heart skipped a beat, and she instantly snapped to attention: "Yes, teacher, is there a problem?"

Could it be that he accidentally said something yesterday?

But he only said that he couldn't go abroad, and didn't reveal anything else.

Ling Luo's mind raced as she carefully recalled her words and actions from yesterday, trying to find any flaws.

"It's nothing serious, but you need to be more careful in the future." There was no hint of blame in Teacher Zhou's voice, but it made Ling Hou's back tense. "What you said, people with nothing to hide will naturally not think much of it, but if someone has ulterior motives, they might follow the clues and suspect your past."

"Teacher Zhou, I..."

Ling Luo panicked; he had been too careless. He had just been thinking of being careful with his words and actions, but he hadn't expected to slip up so quickly.

"It's alright, don't panic," Teacher Zhou reassured her. "This is partly my fault. You did well in your previous security courses, but they were still a bit superficial. Different circles naturally require different methods. This incident has served as a reminder to us."

After a pause, Teacher Zhou's tone became serious: "I'm calling you this time because I was asked to convey a message from above: do whatever you want to do, and the higher-ups will send people to support you."

Ling Luo's body stiffened.

This is... to send him to participate in an international music competition?

"Teacher Zhou, I don't absolutely have to go."

"No, Lingluo, what they mean is, if you have the ability, then go." Old Zhou's sigh came through the phone. "Culture is also an integral part of our country. Now foreign culture is all the rage, while our own traditional culture is slowly disappearing."

"In the past, we were in different systems and it was difficult for us to get involved. Now that you've entered this circle, you can do some things within your power that are beneficial to the country and its people."

What Teacher Zhou didn't mention was that the leader added at the time: "It can also be considered a real political achievement."

Upon hearing this, Ling Luo instantly stood up straight, her eyes sharpening: "Understood, mission accomplished!"

"Yes, the people sent from above are already on their way and should arrive soon. You should learn the new methods of secrecy and counter-surveillance from him. He will also provide close protection for you."

"Yes, thank you, teachers. Thank you for your concern."

"Does your hand still hurt lately?"

Ling Luo paused in her stroking of her wrist, then put it down: "...It doesn't hurt, don't worry, teacher."

"Don't forget to go for your follow-up check-up. That kid Fu Cong has contacted me several times already."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Ling Luo sank into the sofa.

He pressed the back of his hand to his eyes in frustration, realizing he really needed to be extra careful in the future. To someone with ulterior motives, a careless remark could become the key to uncovering his identity.

Even if his file is kept strictly confidential, it is impossible to leave no trace at all.

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Just as he was silently reviewing his actions, the doorbell rang.

The person who arrived was wearing a suit, but his posture alone made it clear that he was no ordinary person.

Not long after, Gu Yang also yawned and staggered out of the room.

"Awake? I overslept today and didn't make breakfast. Let's order takeout." Ling Luo pointed to her phone.

"OK! I told you you didn't need to get up so early every day, takeout is so convenient." Gu Yang made a gesture, but his eyes glanced at the unfamiliar man standing like a pine tree at the door. "And who is this?"

"The security personnel I hired will be more careful when we go out now that we're more famous," Ling Luo explained casually.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yang exaggeratedly clutched his chest: "Waaah, Ling Luo, has anyone ever told me that you're really great!"

Yes, you said it now.

"Uh..." Gu Yang choked for a moment, "Sometimes you can be really cold."

He plopped down on the sofa, his legs casually propped up on the coffee table, head tilted back, looking languid as if he hadn't woken up yet.

"The new song is a bit difficult; I need to practice more." Ling Luo glanced at him.

"Oh, I see," Gu Yang replied listlessly.

"There are two songs in here, so you won't have time to play this week."

"Aaaaaah!" Gu Yang screamed, tumbling off the sofa and sprawling onto the clean floor. "When will this miserable life end! Ling Luo, should we run away?"

"Running away is out of the question; I can't afford the penalty for breach of contract."

While we were chatting and laughing, the takeout arrived.

After breakfast, Ling Luo grabbed Gu Yang by the back of his collar and dragged him into the music room.

"Do you know Peking Opera singing?"

"Opera style? What opera style? Like the Peking Opera style?" Gu Yang looked blank.

"..." Ling Luo frowned, took out her phone and searched for a moment, then put it down in disappointment.

In this world, there wasn't a single one of those opera-style songs that had amazed him back then.

The most-viewed videos of traditional Peking Opera only garnered a few thousand views.

No wonder his superiors assigned him such a task.

The task is arduous and the road ahead is long.

Ling Luo sighed: "It's okay if you don't know how, I'll teach you."

The version of "Puppet Show" he was going to teach was delicate for women and weathered for men, each with its own merits.

"This song doesn't use much Peking Opera singing. Listen to it first and get a feel for it."

After saying that, Ling Luo plugged the USB drive into the computer, opened the accompaniment, and personally demonstrated.

As soon as the prelude ended and Ling Luo opened her mouth, Gu Yang's nonchalant expression instantly froze.

Is that a sound that a human can make?

It was clearly a young boy's clear voice, yet it was as sharp as a drawn sword, carrying a resolute sorrow. Was this really the voice of the gentle and warm Ling Luo?

At that moment, Gu Yang felt that his worldview had been severely impacted.

However, this is not the end.

Ling Luo sang only a short passage in the style of traditional opera, displaying a mastery of techniques such as trills and vibrato with effortless ease, as if they were innate. The sorrow and anger in her voice almost materialized, crashing into Gu Yang's heart.

After the song ended, Gu Yang remained rooted to the spot, his mouth half-open, forgetting to close it.

After a long while, he finally found his voice and stammered, "Are you... are you even human?"

How can one person be so versatile?

So far, he hasn't found any weakness in Ling Luo.

She can cook, write songs, and got perfect scores in every subject in school, but her highest score on the test was only 100.

Now we have another one who sings abnormally well and is also good-looking.

Is he God's own grandson?

Yang Sheng collapsed to the ground, limbs outstretched, with no will to live. Fortunately, the floor was clean enough that he could be washed and still be usable.

"Alright, get up and practice."

Ling Luo showed no sympathy whatsoever, and even stuck out her toe to kick Gu Yang's leg.

"How inhumane!" Gu Yang writhed on the ground. "Even God's heart belongs to you!"

He muttered to himself, but eventually resigned himself to getting up, ready to face a new round of "torture".