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

His phone vibrated incessantly in his pocket, as if he wouldn't stop until he checked it.

Ling Luo had no choice but to stop and unlock the screen.

All the messages were from Gu Yang, a string of red exclamation marks that almost jumped off the screen.

"Holy crap! Ling Luo! Quick, check the trending topics!"

"Five! A whole five! You've stirred up a storm of trending topics?"

Reply immediately upon seeing this! Urgent!

Ling Luo swiped her finger across the screen and replied, "Busy, will watch later."

Gu Yang replied instantly: "Okay, I'm up. Have you settled in yet?"

Ling Luo stared at the message, her fingertips pausing for a moment.

It's 11 a.m., that's really early.

I finally managed to get this guy back to his corrected time zone, but it turned out we were back to square one.

He sighed silently and replied, "We've arrived. I might have to stay here for a few days."

Gu Yang replied instantly again: "All done! By the way, I cancelled the plane ticket, the money should arrive in my account soon. I'm going to the school to see Brother Feng today, I'll discuss that song of his with him."

Upon seeing this message, Ling Luo's lips, which had been taut all night, unconsciously curled into a slight smile.

He put away his phone and immersed himself back into the vast sea of ​​data before him.

We'll talk about trending topics later when we're done with this.

Judging from Gu Yang's excited words that almost overflowed the screen, it's probably not such a bad thing.

After a quick bite of their boxed lunches, at 2 PM, thanks to everyone's collaborative efforts, the preliminary calculation results were finally in.

The celestial body will pass safely far above Blue Star and will not cause a direct impact.

However, its strong gravity will affect some satellites in near-Earth orbit, requiring urgent adjustments.

Once the last piece of data was confirmed to be correct, the entire office fell into a deathly silence, followed by a sudden burst of sounds of relief.

Someone dropped their pen with a thud, someone slumped back in their chair, gasping for breath, and someone took off their glasses, buried their face in their hands, and shrugged slightly.

"I'll go report the results first!" Professor Zhao's voice was hoarse with excitement. "The rest of you, take a rest! Those who have recovered, continue with more precise calculations to ensure everything is foolproof!"

Teacher Zhou strode over to Ling Luo's side, looked at his pale face, and said in an unyielding tone, "Ling Luo, you have been working for more than twelve hours straight. Go and rest."

"I'm fine..."

"No, you have something to do," Teacher Zhou interrupted him directly. "You've already made a great contribution. I've booked a room for you at a hotel outside the school. Now, right now, go to sleep. Have dinner in the cafeteria and come back later."

Ling Luo was about to say something when a sharp headache suddenly struck, and everything in front of him began to spin. He instinctively reached out to hold onto the table to keep from falling.

  

"Ling Luo!"

Teacher Zhou grabbed him and immediately turned pale, her voice urgent and angry.

"Did you forget to take your medicine again?!"

"That medicine isn't good. Taking a little won't hurt. I'm just tired today." Ling Luo forced a smile.

"Nonsense!" Teacher Zhou's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like it was squeezed out between clenched teeth. He directly pulled the small white pill bottle from Ling Luo's pocket, poured out a pill, and stuffed it into his hand. He then unscrewed his own thermos and handed it to him. "Take it now!"

Seeing the teacher's ashen face, Ling Luo stopped arguing, took the pills, and swallowed them with warm water.

Seeing that his expression had softened somewhat, Teacher Zhou's anger subsided a little, but she couldn't help but scold him: "I told you not to practice dual cultivation back then, but you wouldn't listen. Now look what happened, you've been dragged into this as a conscript. Are you satisfied now?"

Ling Luo leaned back in his chair, the effects of the medicine relaxing his tense nerves. He replied softly, "Teacher Zhou was the same; you were a triple cultivator back then."

Professor Zhou is a legendary figure. He completed doctoral courses in biology, physics, and mathematics in five years. He also taught himself chemistry. Although he did not get a doctoral degree, his skills were just as good.

"How can I be the same? In my time, when the country needed us, we were willing to stretch every person into a unit. You have better lives now, you don't need to learn from us." Teacher Zhou sighed, his words containing both heartache and a hint of unconcealed pride.

Ling Luo smiled but didn't reply.

"Then I'll go and rest first. Teacher, please don't overwork yourself."

After saying that, Ling Luo stood up, pulled the suitcase from the corner, and walked outside.

Stepping out of the math building, I was greeted by bright, dazzling sunlight.

He squinted, and the whole world seemed to be coated with a warm gold, giving him a feeling of being in another world.

Take out your phone and open Weibo.

He didn't officially register his own account; he logged in as a guest account with a name and profile picture randomly generated by the system.

On the trending topics list, the top few items were all marked with a dark red "hot" sign.

#Music creator appears at Beijing Conservatory of Music's New Year's Eve Gala#

#The composer of traditional Chinese style instrumental music is actually him?#

#Puppet show inheritor Mr. Miao and Mr. Luo Mu reach a cooperation agreement#

#CCTV intervened, giving three thumbs up#

#Ni Tianhou's new album's title track confirmed, and the songwriter is him again!#

There were five trending topics, all related to him, but Ling Luo paused for a moment when he saw the fourth one.

Click on it, skip the long articles from those marketing accounts, and just look at the accounts that liked the pictures.

The first is the live video of "The Elephant King's Journey" released by the Beijing Conservatory of Music.

The second is the official Weibo account of the National Puppet Theatre.

The third one... was a video posted by an unknown blogger showing him playing "Fighting the Typhoon" in a school classroom. The video was very shaky and didn't even have noise reduction done.

CCTV's actions... it seems they've decided to launch programs focused on cultural heritage.

After thinking it over, he ignored the first two and instead clicked on the video of "Fighting the Typhoon".

The blogger's followers have grown from over 300,000 to over 1 million.

The video was very noisy, and even the suppressed gasp of the classmate next to me was recorded.

However, the comment section below was unusually popular.

[I came here following the lead of CCTV's "likes," let me see who this person is.]

Holy crap! Is that hand speed even real? It's not playing a guzheng, it's playing a Gatling gun!

The video is blurry, and you can't see the people clearly, but just looking at those hands is enough! prprprpr...

[Ladies upstairs, calm down! By the way, who is this guy? Anyone from the Beijing Conservatory of Music want to claim him?]

[He looks familiar... I remember now! Isn't he that handsome guy who joined Xingchen Entertainment with Gu Yang a few days ago? Back then, some people were even speculating whether he was Luo Mu!]

[Yes, yes, yes! It's him! So the guess was right? He's the one who brought the curtain down?!]

No, it seems someone said that Luo Mu is a young woman, not him.

[Hey, stop guessing! Hurry up and urge the Beijing Conservatory of Music's official Weibo account to release the official studio recording! I've been watching for a week already!]

Ling Luo raised an eyebrow upon seeing this. The official version?

It's not that it's impossible, but he doesn't have time right now. Oh well, he's given the usage rights to Jingyin, let them do what they want with it.

After thinking it over, he logged out of Weibo and dialed Gu Yang's number.