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

"it is good."

Gu Yang closed his eyes and pondered for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, his entire demeanor had changed.

That usual carefree and unconventional nature vanished without a trace, replaced by a quiet melancholy.

He spoke softly into the microphone.

"I have come to...your city..."

As soon as the first word was uttered, Ling Luo's eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly.

"The emotions aren't right. We need to tone down the emotions in this song and start over."

Gu Yang nodded, lowering his voice even further.

"...Just to say, it's been a long time."

"Stop." Ling Luo's voice wasn't loud, but it instantly cut off the music. "The emotions are still off. Gu Yang, have you ever had that moment... when you suddenly see someone on the street and think you'll never see them again?"

Gu Yang was taken aback.

Ling Luo continued to guide her: "It's not joy, it's panic. Afraid that it's just an illusion, afraid that if you open your mouth, the dream will shatter. Wanting to get closer, yet afraid of disturbing it. That kind of tug-of-war cannot be expressed by simply being gentle."

Afraid of breaking the dream... wanting to get closer yet afraid of disturbing...

Gu Yang closed his eyes, and the image of Ling Luo lying quietly on the hospital bed yesterday uncontrollably surfaced in his mind.

That was how he felt at that moment.

My heart was gripped by an invisible hand, and I even forgot to breathe.

He opened his eyes again, spoke softly into the microphone: "I came to your city, walked the path you once walked..."

After the song ended, the music room fell silent.

Aside from a few minor flaws in the pronunciation, the feelings buried deep in my heart, which I dared not touch, have already begun to take shape.

Gu Yang's musical talent is indeed astonishing.

This is also why Ling Luo was willing to turn a blind eye to Gu Yang's frequent truancy and sick leave during high school.

With this skill, Gu Yang will never starve in his life.

Besides, his family would never allow him to starve to death.

Before I knew it, the clock on the wall pointed to twelve.

Ling Luo took her right hand out of her pocket, stretched her stiff knuckles, and then picked up the thermos on the table.

"That's enough for now, go to sleep, we'll practice again tomorrow."

"I'll do it again..." Gu Yang was so engrossed in his practice that he instinctively wanted to retort.

  

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Luo glanced at him.

His eyes were calm and still, yet they were like those of a wild beast eyeing its prey in the dead of night, making him shrink back and swallow the rest of his words.

"Okay, okay, I'll go to sleep now." Gu Yang immediately agreed.

Ling Luo nodded in satisfaction, unscrewed the lid of the cup, took a sip of water, and turned to leave.

Behind him came Gu Yang's low, muttered voice: "Old cadre!"

Ling Luo pretended not to hear.

I went back to my room, washed up, swallowed painkillers, and lay down on the bed.

He ignored the slight tremor in his right hand, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness sink into the depths of his mind, heading straight for the sixth floor of the memory palace.

It would be a waste not to learn the courses rewarded by the system, and he was hoping to quickly gain emotional value in the entertainment industry to heal his hand.

The "Pangu Project" is expected to be completed within twenty years, and time waits for no one.

The next second, he was sitting in a chair on the sixth floor, a guitar appearing out of thin air in his hand.

The scene before them changed, and a rugged man with stubble and shoulder-length hair appeared.

"Play one of your favorites," the man said in a hoarse voice.

Ling Luo tuned the strings and began plucking them with her fingers.

As the song ended, the man nodded: "You have a solid foundation."

As soon as he finished speaking, a virtual panel appeared in front of Ling Luo.

[Guitar Skill Assessment: Grade B. Please keep up the good work.]

"Rank B?" Ling Luo frowned. He had trained for so many years in his previous life, and he was only Rank B?

"All instrumental skills, from F to A, and then S-level. S-level is the realm of world-class masters, and you're far from that." The teacher's voice was devoid of any emotion. "Now, let's start with the basics."

Ling Luo gathered all her thoughts and her expression hardened.

Overnight, the rating on the virtual panel jumped from B to B+, and then became an insurmountable barrier, unable to advance any further.

The higher you go, the more difficult it becomes.

If he's like this with the guitar, then his piano skills, which are even worse, are probably not even at the C level.

It is truly a long and arduous task.

Ling Luo sighed, her consciousness exiting the sixth floor and entering the fifth floor.

This is the temple of physics, with bookshelves dedicated to relativity on one side and the realm of quantum mechanics on the other. In the center stands a half-dead Schrödinger's cat model in a superposition state.

He went straight to the quantum mechanics section, pulled out a book titled "Quantum Field Theory and the Standard Model," and sank into the sofa.

Opportunity always favors the prepared.

No one knew that he felt neither hunger nor sleepiness while inside the palace of memories.

This is the wonder of the memory palace, and also his extraordinary advantage.

He wasn't a genius; he just had several times more study time than others.

"Ding-dong—Ding-dong—"

The urgent doorbell rang, startling him from his book.

Ling Luo opened her eyes, her gaze showing no trace of the confusion one might expect from someone who had just woken up.

A man's voice came from outside the door, but that voice... why did it have such a strong tone?

"Guyang! Open the door! The sun's already high in the sky!"

Ling Luo walked over and opened the door.

A stylishly dressed man stood outside the door. When he saw that it wasn't Gu Yang who opened the door, his expression froze instantly.

"Therefore..." The word, spoken in a pinched voice, got stuck in his throat.

The next second, he warily sized Ling Luo up and down, his eyes like a mother hen protecting her chicks: "Who are you? What are you doing here in my Guyang?"

"Your home?" Ling Luo raised an eyebrow, feeling a throbbing pain in her temples.

He didn't bother with the form of address and calmly said, "You're Gu Yang's manager, Brother Li, right?"

Seeing the visitor nod, Ling Luo stepped aside to let her in: "Come in, your Gu Yang probably hasn't woken up yet."

Upon hearing this, Brother Li instantly flew into a rage, stomping his high heels and charging inside.

"What?! It's so late and he's still not awake! The competition is the day after tomorrow, doesn't he even realize that?!"

Just as he was about to rush into Gu Yang's bedroom, Ling Luo stepped forward and gently stopped him.

"Brother Li, he practiced singing very late last night. Let's sit down and chat for a bit, and let him get some more sleep."

"Practicing singing?" Brother Li stopped in his tracks, puzzled. "Did he practice for a long time last night?"

Ling Luo nodded: "Until midnight."

For Guyang, this is indeed a long time.

Brother Li didn't insist any further. Perfect timing, he also needed to find out more about this stranger in front of him.

The two sat down on the sofa, and Ling Luo got up to pour a glass of water and handed it to them. His natural demeanor made it seem as if he were the master of the place.

Brother Li took a sip of water and cut to the chase: "You're a friend of Gu Yang's? How come I've never seen you before?"

"I've never seen you before either." Ling Luo picked up her water glass and took a small sip.

"Anyone who searches online will know that I'm Gu Yang's agent."

Ling Luo raised an eyebrow and returned his words verbatim, "Well, if you know Gu Yang, you should have heard of me."