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

The pile at the entrance could easily be described as a small mountain.

"Holy crap, did you rob the supermarket? Didn't they give you a VIP card?"

Instead of arguing, hurry up and bring the food in so I can cook.

"oh oh!"

Gu Yang then seemed to wake up from a dream and hurriedly began moving things into the house.

When he finally managed to lug the last bag of things into the kitchen, he saw Ling Luo already wearing an apron and washing the pots and pans she had just bought.

The last rays of the setting sun streamed through the window, outlining his slender profile. His shoulder-length hair was somewhat messy, like a masterpiece hastily created by some mediocre hairdresser, but paired with his casually washing his hands at home, it somehow exuded a certain virtuous charm.

Just as Ling Luo was about to turn around, she almost tripped over something.

He steadied himself, glanced down, and his temples immediately throbbed.

Besides the piles of food on the ground, there was also his small bag containing a change of clothes and a bag of toiletries.

This pain wasn't from my arm; it was the kind of pain that made me want to punch someone but had to force myself to hold it in.

He raised his eyes and looked at Gu Yang without any emotion.

"What? I'm staying here and you don't even provide me with a room? Are you planning to make me sleep in the kitchen?"

Gu Yang followed his gaze and his expression froze.

"Forehead!"

He saw Ling Luo's luggage!

"Hehe, sorry, sorry! I'll take it to your room right away!"

Gu Yang chuckled awkwardly as he frantically rummaged through a pile of ingredients for things that didn't belong in the kitchen.

Chaos erupted in the kitchen.

Finally, with Gu Yang rushing to wash the vegetables and making a mess of things, the meal was served before 7 p.m.

Two hours later, it would be perfect as a midnight snack.

"Eat slowly," Ling Luo reminded the person across from her as they wolfed down their food.

  

"Ugh...you don't know...my manager makes me eat vegetable leaves all day long...I'm practically turning into a walking vegetable leaf!" Gu Yang complained indistinctly, his mouth stuffed full.

God knows how much he's missed Ling Luo's cooking these past few years.

Ahhh, it tastes like home!

"That strict?"

Therefore, Yang nodded his head as if he were pounding garlic.

Ling Luo thought about it. Although he was also in the entertainment industry in his previous life, his manager later found that he could eat as much as he wanted without gaining weight, so he just let him be.

He didn't experience any of that kind of hardship.

Gu Yang, shoveling food into his mouth, suddenly looked up and asked, "Why don't you ask me why I entered the entertainment industry?"

Ling Luo paused in her act of picking up food: "Why would I ask?"

Aren't you curious?

"I'm not curious." Ling Luo's tone was calm. "Back in high school, while others skipped class to go to internet cafes, you skipped class to learn musical instruments. There were signs all along."

"...Fine." Gu Yang pursed his lips and didn't ask any further questions.

Actually not.

The entertainment industry offers high exposure; he simply wants that person to be able to see him no matter where in the world they are.

He can't find that person, but at least he needs to make sure that person can find him.

As it turned out, that person never seemed to have any intention of contacting him at all.

Gu Yang finished his rice in a few bites, pushed the bowl and chopsticks aside, and got up to leave.

"You do the dishes, I'm going upstairs to practice singing!"

Anyway, there's a dishwasher. If Ling Luo isn't allowed to do anything, he'll just keep overthinking all day long, which is really annoying to watch.

Ling Luo silently tidied everything up, poured herself a glass of warm water, and went up to the third floor.

The door to the music room was tightly closed, providing excellent soundproofing; you couldn't hear anything from the doorway.

He knocked on the door, but there was no response.

He then pushed the door open and went inside.

A deafening noise instantly assaulted his ears.

Why are you doing this to me?

Was all the love in the past a lie?

I'm so sad without you.

Tears kept falling uncontrollably.

...]

Lingluo froze in place.

The heart-wrenching lyrics, coupled with that wailing voice and the drum accompaniment that was off-key to an alien level, almost sent him to his death on the spot.

He took a step back, seriously doubting whether he had entered the room incorrectly.

"stop!"

Ling Luo couldn't take it anymore and shouted.

Gu Yang, who was immersed in the world of music, suddenly snapped out of it and looked over with excitement: "Ling Luo, what's wrong?"

"This song..." Ling Luo took a deep breath, trying to remain calm, "Who wrote it? Is it something you just sing casually for fun?"

He sincerely hoped that this was just Gu Yang's personal entertainment project and that it should never be shown to others.

"Huh? This? I bought it for 500,000!" Gu-unconsciously-Yang proudly puffed out his chest. "I passed the audition for 'Sing, Youth' a while ago, and the first ranking battle officially starts next Monday. I'm going to sing this song in the competition!"

"Sing, Youth"? One of the largest music talent shows in China.

For a moment, Ling Luo's mind went blank.

He only caught a few words.

"……How many?"

"Five hundred thousand!"

Five hundred thousand!

Contest?

This is the only thing you can play? The fact that the neighbors didn't call the police and complain is thanks to the building spacing and the top-notch soundproofing of the rooms in this villa complex.

Otherwise, if the property management comes to the door, they might have to pay them 500,000 yuan in compensation for emotional distress.

"Just wait!"

Ling Luo tossed out two words and turned to leave.

Just in time, the quiz system rewarded him with several songs last night, and he also needs emotional points to upgrade the system and heal his half-crippled hand.

He returned to his room, took out paper and pen from his bag, quickly wrote down the lyrics and music of a song from memory, changed the original author information, and then rushed back to the music room.

"Here, use this to compare." He slapped the sheet music in front of Gu Yang. "Your 500,000-yuan piece... you'd better not take it out."

So embarrassing.

Is it because he hasn't paid attention to the music scene for too long, or has the music scene stopped using musical notation altogether?

Yang picked up the paper with suspicion, and the moment his eyes fell on it, he was stunned.

"haven't seen you for a long time"

Composer: Ling Luo (ps: the official concert will indicate the original work)

Lyrics by: Ling Luo

This song...

Anyone who has heard Gu Yang sing knows that his voice is very delicate and has a calming power.

This song has no complicated arrangement or fancy lyrics; it simply uses the most basic approach to express the most universal emotions.

This was practically made for his voice.

If my singing skills haven't declined in the past few years, and I calm down, I'm sure I can sing well again.

"Holy crap! Ling Luo, did you write this?" Gu Yang's voice trembled.

"Yes, I bought it."

"Pshaw, I don't believe you for a second!" Gu Yang scoffed. "If you could buy songs of this quality, I'd change my surname to yours on the spot!"

Ling Luo remained silent for a moment.

It really was purchased, using pre-paid emotional points.

"I'll start practicing right away! I'll show you my true strength!"

Yang couldn't wait a moment longer. He grabbed the sheet music and rushed to the electronic keyboard, where he began to stumble and learn the melody.

Ling Luo found a corner to sit down and listened quietly.

Half an hour later, Yang, the so-called musical genius, put down the paper in his hand, took a deep breath, and looked more serious than ever before.

"Ling Luo, I'll sing it once, and you can hear it."