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

"Feed? Ling Luo?" Gu Yang's loud voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Mmm." Ling Luo's voice was still hoarse from staying up all night. "Did you go to school?"

"Not yet. My aunt insists I go home, saying it's something really important. I'm on my way now."

"Okay." Ling Luo paused, then calmly instructed, "If you're free these next few days, use my email to send the contract I signed with Xingchen Entertainment to the other three companies."

Gu Yang on the other end of the phone suddenly fell silent.

A few seconds later, a roar that nearly shattered Ling Luo's eardrums rang out: "Damn it! I completely forgot about that! Fine! I'll get on it right away! Let those bastards from Xingchen see that I'm not someone to be trifled with if they dare to stab you in the back, hmph!"

"No rush, you go about your own business first."

On the other end, Gu Yang hung up the phone, immediately pulled out his tablet, logged into Ling Luo's long-unused email account, found the contract attachment, and promptly sent it to the public email addresses of the three companies.

After doing all that, he rolled his eyes and realized it wasn't enough.

He directly took a screenshot of the email sending success page, logged into his main Weibo account, and, too lazy to even put together a nine-grid layout, just posted a single screenshot.

Gu Yang V: @LeRanEntertainment @GuangHeMedia @YingChenInteractiveEntertainment, bosses, take a look at my brother! Fair prices, honest and straightforward. [Screenshot]

This Weibo post was like dropping a depth charge into a calm lake.

This Weibo post instantly went viral across the internet.

[What? A cooperation agreement? Didn't Luomu sign with Xingchen?]

[I knew it! Even a newbie like me knows to compare prices. Signing a contract doesn't happen that quickly. Oh, it's a cooperation agreement.]

So, was Star Entertainment deliberately misleading everyone last time?

[That's so insidious! They don't lie openly, but they play word games behind the scenes.]

Meanwhile, things were in an uproar within Star Entertainment.

Agent Li and artist department manager Wu Qichuan were summoned to the office, where they faced the wrath of several senior executives.

"How do you manage your artists?" the vice president slammed his fist on the table. "Is Gu Yang trying to go against the company now?"

Agent Li stood behind Wu Qichuan, looking completely unconcerned.

"I didn't expect him to do this either." Wu Qichuan was covered in sweat, trembling as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "Logically speaking, artists don't want to have a falling out with their companies."

"Useless! Gu Yang's Weibo account is to be taken back immediately! Now!"

"Yes, yes, yes."

"What do we do now? The other three companies must have already seen the contract."

"What else can we do?" the CEO asked. "Gu Yang is at the peak of his career right now. Can you afford to act recklessly?"

  

Gu Yang had just refreshed the page when he found himself forcibly logged off.

He pursed his lips, indifferent.

It's just an account; if it's gone, you can just create another one. His fans admire him as a person, not the account code.

If Xingchen dares to scheme against Lingluo, he shouldn't blame him for flipping the table.

If you're so capable, then put him on the sidelines.

With Ling Luo backing him up and at the height of his popularity, Xingchen Entertainment is unlikely to easily give up on him, their cash cow.

After thinking it over, Gu Yang put the account that had been taken away out of his mind and immediately registered a new account, naming it "I want a wall of medals".

Then, he took a bunch of close-up selfies with the front-facing camera, using terrible angles and bizarre lighting, and managed to put together a nine-grid photo.

Post: Moving today. New address: I want a wall full of medals. Attached is a housewarming gift [nine-grid image] @故阳V

As soon as he posted this Weibo post, his original fans followed the lead of those who tagged him.

[Is this Yangyang? Is this ugly picture real?]

[Confirmed, it's him. No one else could take a picture of themselves looking like a steamed bun.]

[Those nostrils... Dude, can you find a better angle next time? I almost thought they were two caves!]

[Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter! Even haters couldn't Photoshop this ugly!]

In less than half an hour, the new account had over 100,000 followers. Gu Yang was in high spirits as he watched the number of followers grow rapidly, but when he scrolled down to read the comments, his face instantly darkened.

He gritted his teeth and raised his phone again.

"You bunch of fake fans! Believe me, I'll make you all die from how handsome I am!"

The accompanying photos are nine more selfies taken from even more unusual angles.

Meanwhile, fans celebrated downstairs while announcing the new account's launch in their fan group.

As for breach of contract? Sorry, he may not have much else, but he has plenty of money. If Xingchen dares to complain, he can simply breach the contract and leave.

Xingchen slapped them, and they're not allowed to retaliate? What kind of logic is that?

Gu Yang looked up and could already see his old home ahead.

Ignoring the fans who were relentlessly attacking him, he put away his phone, took a deep breath, and got out of the car.

"Something's not right here."

Gu Yang muttered to himself.

It's too quiet.

At this time of day, there are usually several gardeners trimming the flowers and plants in the garden, but today there isn't a soul in sight.

The car stopped in front of the main building, and he got out, muttering to himself.

"What the hell are you up to?"

As soon as he stepped into the entryway, a strong sandalwood scent wafted towards him, almost making him sneeze.

In the living room, his stingy aunt, Ren Dongxuan, sat upright, her expression as serious as if she were attending some national conference.

Beside her sat a "master" dressed in a bright yellow Taoist robe, wearing a Taoist crown, and holding a whisk.

On the tea table in front of the "master" were a Bagua plate, a bowl of water, and a stack of yellow paper covered with scribbles.

Gu Yang stopped in his tracks.

He glanced at his aunt, then at the ethereal "master," and his mind went blank for three seconds.

"Auntie," he tentatively began, "when did our family... change our way of doing things? Or is today some kind of cosplay-themed party? I didn't receive any notification."

As soon as Ren Dongxuan saw him, she immediately stood up from the sofa, pointed at his nose, and her voice trembled with determination.

"You fiend! Stop with your sweet talk! You dare come back!"

Gu Yang: "???"

He picked at his ear, wondering if he was hallucinating.

"Auntie, have you taken on some melodramatic TV series lately? Are you getting too into it?"

"Am I getting too into character?" Ren Dong-xuan's chest heaved with anger. She turned to the "master" beside her, "Master Zhang, look! He's still pretending! He's definitely no ordinary person!"

Gu Yang was completely speechless.

He finally understood what the "huge matter" that Ren Dongxuan had called him back was.

It's like catching demons!

Catch this "demon"!

He chuckled in exasperation, plopped down on the sofa, and crossed his legs. "Fine, I'll see how you plan to exorcise this demon. Tell me, what kind of demon is inside me? A fox spirit or a weasel?"

Seeing his nonchalant and fearless attitude, Ren Dongxuan became even more determined in her decision.

"Stop pretending!" she accused, heartbroken. "You gave me a fever when I was three, scooped out all my koi fish to play house with when I was five, and turned my idol's autographed photo into a face full of pockmarks when I was eight!"