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

The next day, Gu Yang obediently went to the company for rehearsal with Ling Luo.

Ling Luo provided the two dancers with a general script, but the specific choreography still needed to be handled by professionals.

After numerous revisions and adjustments, the final arrangement was finally finalized before sunset.

Ling Luo originally planned to let everyone leave work early on the first day, and then work overtime in the following days.

Who knew that these two dancers they hired were even more dedicated than the main dancer, Gu Yang, and insisted on keeping them rehearsing until after midnight before letting them go.

"You've worked hard. Go back and get some rest. We can meet again at 10 a.m. tomorrow."

"Okay, Teacher Ling, you don't need to worry about us."

They were prepared to sleep on the floor in the rehearsal room long ago.

Ling Luo was naturally unaware that the two of them had become so engrossed in their relationship that they didn't need to sleep.

Seeing that they nodded in agreement, he felt relieved and took Gu Yang, who was equally reluctant to leave, home.

Time flies, and Sunday arrives as scheduled.

In the backstage dressing room, Feng Yuxi rushed in like a gust of wind and gave Gu Yang a big bear hug.

  

"Guyang, I've missed you so much!"

"Hey, how's the preparation going? Feeling confident?" Gu Yang patted his back with a smile, then put his arm around his shoulder and led him to his makeup station.

"Me? I've already gotten over it." Feng Yuxi said smugly, lowering her voice to Gu Yang's ear, "Let me tell you, our class advisor knows about my performance on the show and says he's going to apply for two credits for me! Two!"

He held up two fingers and waved them vigorously in front of Gu Yang's eyes, as if afraid that Gu Yang couldn't see them.

Gu Yang smacked his lips, and his mind began to stir.

Two credits—that's quite a temptation. Should he ask about it too?

"Huh," Feng Yuxi suddenly stopped talking, glanced around the dressing room with a puzzled look, and asked in a low voice, "Isn't Teacher Luo Mu here?"

"He's here. He went to find Teacher Ni and said he'll go straight to the audience seats in a bit."

As Gu Yang spoke, he sat down at the dressing table and let the stylist start to style his hair.

"By the way, senior," Gu Yang winked mysteriously at Feng Yuxi in the mirror, "Ling Luo asked me to tell you not to rush off after the show ends, he needs to talk to you."

He deliberately dragged out his words and said with a smile, "It's a good thing, don't forget!"

"OK, I'm usually the last one to leave anyway, so I can learn more backstage." Feng Yuxi agreed without suspicion.

It's just a little longer, it's no big deal.

"Are you going to the school's welcome party tomorrow?"

"Sure, I have another performance to do."

"You're going to go on stage? That's great! I've signed up too, then we can share the stage again." Feng Yuxi immediately perked up.

But after only a few words, his mood soured again. Gu Yang noticed and asked, "What's wrong? You're a good singer, haven't any entertainment companies contacted you lately?"

"I've contacted them, Le Ran and Guang He have both reached out to me," Feng Yuxi sighed, her voice full of helplessness. "But I haven't made a decision yet. I showed the contract to my teacher, and he said the pay was too low and told me to think it over."

He chuckled self-deprecatingly: "They all give you D-level contracts, ten-year long-term agreements. If you don't make it big in the first few years, you'll just be stuck in the company, earning a fixed salary of two or three thousand yuan a month."

He knew very well that with his current strength and reputation, he had no right to negotiate with the company.

"So I was thinking, why don't I give it another shot in my senior year and participate in a talent show? But that depends on luck."

"If I'm really unlucky and can't make it, I'll take the teacher qualification exam and find a music teacher in a third-tier city. That's better than signing a ten-year contract that I can't see the end of.

As he spoke, he sighed softly, his eyes dimming.

"I was completely fooled back then, which is why I plunged headfirst into the music industry."

Gu Yang couldn't hold back any longer after listening to his complaints.

He quickly lowered his head, pretending to straighten his collar, his puffed-out cheeks and crescent-shaped eyes making him look like a squirrel that had just stolen a bite of honey.

His shoulders trembled, and he managed to suppress his laughter, turning it into internal injury.

Seeing that he was looking down and his shoulders were shrugging, Feng Yuxi assumed that his words had also stirred up his worries about the future, so she immediately comforted him instead.

"Hey, don't worry. With Teacher Luo Mu writing songs for you, you're sure to become a huge star, your future is bright!"

Gu Yang: "..."

He really wanted to say, "Aren't you the same way?"

I wonder what kind of song Ling Luo will prepare for Feng Yuxi.

Ugh, so frustrating! I should have tried to grab one more this morning!

……

At this moment, Ling Luo, who was being secretly complained about by Gu Yang, was in the mentor's lounge backstage.

"Ling Luo, I was thinking of waiting until the show was over before I looked for you." Ni Yuelan was a little surprised to see him.

"Hello, Teacher Ni, I'm here to place an order," Ling Luo said calmly.

Ni Yuelan's lips twitched involuntarily. The way she said it made it sound like a delivery guy was afraid of being late.

She suppressed a laugh and said cooperatively, "Okay, it was delivered on time, I'll give you a five-star review."

Ling Luo paused for a moment, holding the USB drive, clearly not following Ni Yuelan's train of thought.

Without much thought, he handed over the USB drive and a document, saying, "Teacher Ni, what do you think of this one?"

"A Little Happiness?"

Ni Yuelan took the file, raised an eyebrow when she saw the song title, and stopped joking. She plugged the USB drive into her laptop, put on her headphones, listened to the arrangement while looking at the sheet music and lyrics, and subconsciously began to hum along softly.

You are the luck I most want to hold onto.

We were once so close to love.

She sang only two lines before immediately shutting her mouth and glancing at the camera in the corner.

A song of this caliber must not be leaked in the slightest before its official release.

She suppressed her excitement and silently went through the entire song in her mind.

When the song ended, Ni Yuelan took off her headphones and let out a long breath.

Steady!

The melody of this song is simple yet ingenious, with warm chord progressions, a light rhythm, and each instrument entering at just the right moment.

Most importantly, this song perfectly matches her vocal range and timbre, as if it were tailor-made for her.

Ni Yuelan took off her headphones, and her gaze towards Ling Luo was even more shocked than the previous two times.

The first two songs, one an inspirational one and the other a sad love song, she simply attributed to Ling Luo's natural talent in these two styles.

But this one is a completely different, refreshing and sweet song.

How can one person master three completely different styles at the same time, and write each one to the highest level?

This can no longer be explained by talent.

That's genius.

Zhuo Tongyu's description of him as a "genius" was absolutely accurate.

"You..." Ni Yuelan opened her mouth, but her throat was dry, and she didn't know what words to use to describe her feelings at that moment.