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

In the afternoon, Gu Yang was sent to sleep for two hours. After getting ready, the two of them went straight to the company.

Feng Yuxi was indeed still in the practice room, like a stubborn resident.

Over the past few days, he has been completely immersed in the lyrics, even humming them silently in his mind while walking.

As soon as Ling Luo and Gu Yang pushed the door open and came in, Feng Yuxi's eyes lit up and she immediately went to greet them.

"Teacher Ling, are you done with your work? I'm all ready."

Even without seeing his movements, you could hear the barely suppressed excitement and nervousness in his voice.

Ling Luo nodded: "Sing it once first and let me hear it. If there aren't any problems, we'll go to the recording studio today."

"Record it today?" Gu Yang interjected. "Isn't this song competing for the newcomer chart? Isn't it too early to record it now and wait until next month to release it? If we release it now, we'll be more than a week behind others, which will make it harder to climb the charts."

"Competing for the top spot is secondary," Ling Luo shook her head, then turned her gaze to Feng Yuxi. "My main purpose is twofold: first, to warm up for next week's singing competition show; second, to give my senior some exposure and build up his popularity. That way, when we go to the New Voice Creative Camp, more people will support him."

"Okay, whatever you say."

After the two finished their discussion, Feng Yuxi, at Ling Luo's prompting, stood in the center of the room, took a deep breath, and gave an OK sign.

Ling Luo pressed the play button, and the accompaniment flowed out slowly.

Halfway through the song, the door to the practice room was pushed open, and Manager Li peeked in with a professional fake smile on his face.

He saw Ling Luo and was about to speak, but Ling Luo didn't even lift her eyelids. She simply extended an index finger and gently shook it, signaling him to shut up and wait.

The smile on Manager Li's face faltered slightly, but she still obediently retreated to the door and dared not utter a sound.

After the song ended, Feng Yuxi looked at Ling Luo with some trepidation.

"He's doing alright," Ling Luo commented, then turned to Gu Yang, "You take your senior to the recording studio first. Li Ge and I have something to do, we'll be there in a bit."

"Okay." Gu Yang readily agreed and led Feng Yuxi outside.

  

Ling Luo then got up and followed the somewhat unnatural-looking agent, Li, to the office of Wu Qichuan, the manager of the artist department.

As soon as the door opened, Wu Qichuan stood up from behind his desk, his face beaming with a warm smile: "You must be Luo Mu! Oh, seeing is believing!"

Ling Luo remained calm and composed, neither humble nor arrogant: "Manager Wu, you flatter me. You invited me here specifically for more than just a few compliments, didn't you?"

"Haha, get straight to the point!" Wu Qichuan laughed twice, sat back in his chair, and cut to the chase, "I heard you have five spots for the New Voices Songwriting Camp? I wonder what the requirements are for Teacher Luo Mu?"

"No." Ling Luo sat down opposite him and gently shook her head.

He uttered four words: "Now, there are only four left."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Qichuan's smile froze instantly, and the air in the office seemed to stand still.

"...What do you mean?"

Ling Luo leaned back in her chair, looking at him calmly: "Manager Wu, are you really completely unaware of what your company did to my friend?"

Wu Qichuan's face darkened, and his tone became businesslike: "Gu Yang is a contracted artist of our company. The company has the right to decide all his commercial activities, as clearly stated in the contract."

"That's right," Ling Luo nodded, but her tone suddenly changed, "But this spot is mine. I have the right to give it to whomever I want, and not to whomever I don't want to give it. Manager Wu, what do you say?"

Wu Qichuan remained silent, his eyes fixed on Ling Luo, trying to detect even the slightest wavering on the young man's face.

Unfortunately, he didn't see anything.

Ling Luo not only didn't back down, but continued to raise the stakes. Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear: "Four spots. Also, my revenue-sharing agreement with the company needs to be changed to a 30/70 split, with me getting 70% and Xingchen Entertainment getting 30%."

"That's impossible!" Wu Qichuan slammed his fist on the table without thinking.

"In that case," Ling Luo stood up, dusting off non-existent dust from her clothes, "there's nothing more to discuss."

After saying that, he turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

Wu Qichuan watched his resolute back, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes.

The New Voices Songwriting Camp may seem small, but it's a springboard to the national stage! Those who emerge from it are practically gilded. If they're lucky enough to be selected to represent the country in overseas competitions, then the nation will be supporting them from the start!

Therefore, top creators from major companies personally take charge every year. At this critical juncture, who would dare to offend the creative department?

Seeing that Ling Luo's hand was already on the doorknob, Wu Qichuan's mind raced as he weighed the pros and cons.

"Wait!" he practically shouted.

Ling Luo stopped walking, but did not turn around.

Wu Qichuan gritted his teeth, his voice sounding like it was being squeezed out from between them: "Fine! However, this revenue sharing only applies to singers using our Starry Sky Entertainment's services and the earnings generated during the New Voice Songwriting Camp. As for daily collaborations, our existing contracts remain unchanged!"

"Okay." Ling Luo readily agreed, opened the door, and walked out.

Routine cooperation?

He sneered inwardly. Their contract was only for one year, and... they wouldn't be able to work together much more often anyway.

Ling Luo went straight to the twelfth floor, asked the staff, and found the person in recording studio number three.

Gu Yang was having a lively conversation with a man who looked to be in his forties and was slightly overweight.

"Ling Luo, you're here!" As soon as Gu Yang saw him, he ran over and pointed to the man next to him, introducing him, "This is Zhao Yan, the recording engineer from Studio 3."

Ling Luo shook hands with Zhao Yan.

"Hello Teacher Zhao, this song we recorded today might require a lot of extra effort."

"No problem. When I saw the name on the sheet music, I thought I was seeing things. I didn't expect that the teacher who has been the subject of so much discussion online is so young."

Zhao Yan pushed up his glasses, his expression very serious. "I've already listened to the demo of this song beforehand. To be honest, the emotional layers of this song are very complex, and the recording requirements are indeed quite high. However, being able to record a work of this standard is a pleasure for me as well."

Feng Yuxi stood to the side, listening to the conversation between the two, her palms already sweating with nervousness.

"Thank you, Teacher Zhao," Ling Luo gestured towards the recording booth, "Senior, go in and test your voice."

Feng Yuxi nodded, turned and went inside. Through the glass, he took a deep breath, put on his monitoring headphones, and stood in front of the microphone.

"Are you ready?" Zhao Yan's voice came through the earpiece.

"alright."

As the music started, Feng Yuxi closed her eyes, and countless movie scenes from the past few days flashed through her mind.

He opened his mouth, and the first line of lyrics slowly flowed from the speaker.

"Unable to see through the causes and effects of this mortal world..." (P.S.: This is an informal performance; you can skip it for now.)