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

The next morning, while Gu Yang was still dreaming of meeting the Duke of Zhou's daughter, the program's cameramen and hosts rang the doorbell.

The production crew didn't react much when they saw that someone else opened the door. When the production crew from the Beijing division arrived, they already knew that the contestant, Gu Yang, had a friend staying at his home.

When Ling Luo opened the door, they realized that they had been narrow-minded.

His brow bone was sharply defined, and the morning light filtered through the crack in the door, casting a pale gold hue on the tips of his hair. His dark eyes were as calm as an impenetrable fog. A slight upturn at the corners of his mouth softened his sharp features.

"You've arrived, please come in."

Ling Luo stepped aside to make way for the group of people, and after they entered, she gently closed the door and turned to go upstairs to call for help.

The production team was very sensible; they only followed his back with their cameras and didn't dare to zoom in on his face.

Ling Luo pushed open Gu Yang's door, signaled the production crew to wait at the door, and went inside.

The room was a mess. Half of the blue Doraemon blanket was on the floor, and the blanket's owner was sprawled on the bed with one leg dangling off the edge, fast asleep.

Ling Luo walked over, pulled back the curtains, and blinding sunlight flooded in. He bent down, picked up the blanket from the floor, and placed it aside.

"Gu Yang, the production crew is here, get up."

The person on the bed groaned and asked indistinctly, "...What time is it?"

"Six o'clock."

"Six o'clock? It's not even dawn yet... just five more minutes of sleep..." Gu Yang turned over and buried his face in the pillow.

Ling Luo's temples throbbed. Too lazy to waste any more words, she simply reached out and pulled the person off the bed.

"We're going to Haicheng to record a show today. The plane won't wait, so get up quickly."

"Okay, okay..."

Gu Yang, with his hair in a mess, was pushed into the bathroom in a daze.

  

Ling Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief and went downstairs to tell the crew, "Please wait in the living room for a moment. He'll be downstairs after he's finished washing up."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Ling." The host smiled warmly.

Logically speaking, filming celebrities waking up sleepily is a ratings hit, full of potential drama.

Although Ling Luo spoke gently, her unyielding aura made the host swallow back the words she was about to say.

This person is not someone to be trifled with.

The host's eyes darted around, and he followed Ling Luo into the kitchen, smiling as he spoke, "Mr. Ling, would you mind if I asked a few questions? Just to add some fun to the show."

"Go ahead and ask." Ling Luo opened the refrigerator and took out eggs and milk.

"You seem so skilled at it, do you usually do the cooking?"

"I make it when I'm not ordering takeout," Ling Luo replied flawlessly.

The host, undeterred by the initial rebuff, continued with his prepared questions: "We saw the preview of the Beijing competition; you were there too. Did you share this apartment? Two people sharing such a large place—are you very close?"

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Ling Luo paused for a moment while cracking eggs, without even lifting her eyelids: "This house belongs to Gu Yang's family; I'm just lodging here."

The host was overjoyed—this was juicy news! She immediately pressed, "So, what exactly is your relationship with contestant Gu Yang? Could you share that with the audience?"

Ling Luo finally turned off the stove, wiped his hands, and turned to look at her. He wasn't smiling, but his eyes seemed to have hooks in them, making the host feel uneasy.

"Teacher, you should take a closer look at the contestants' information before you start," Ling Luo said calmly. "Didn't the background comic of Gu Yang's song in the last round of the Beijing competition clearly depict our relationship?"

The host's smile froze on his face.

The cameraman next to them finally couldn't stand it anymore and leaned over to whisper, "Dude, the comic says they were classmates, and now they're very good friends."

The host's mind went blank, and he was so embarrassed that he almost dug his toes through his shoes. There were so many regions and so many contestants across the country, but he hadn't actually watched every single one of them. Although there was a lot of buzz about it online, he had thought it was just a company publicity stunt.

Just as I was about to add a couple more words, Gu Yang's energetic voice came from upstairs: "Ling Luo! Where are my clothes! The black one I just washed yesterday!"

"They're drying on the balcony, go get them yourself," Ling Luo replied without looking up.

"oh!"

The host's eyes darted around, and he began a new round of probing: "Mr. Ling, you look very young, you must be a student, right?"

"no."

"So what do you do for a living?"

Ling Luo finally stopped and glanced at the host: "I'm sorry, these questions are irrelevant to the program content, and I'm not at liberty to answer them."

In short, all paths were blocked.

The host awkwardly shut his mouth.

Before long, Gu Yang finally got ready, dressed in a black tracksuit, his hair half-wet, looking refreshed and energetic.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, teachers! Have you had breakfast yet? Would you like to join us?" he greeted with a smile.

"No need, no need, we've already eaten." The host quickly waved his hand, checked the time, and said, "It's almost time, we should head to the airport. Our flight is at nine o'clock."

"No rush, eat before you go." Ling Luo brought the fried dumplings and steamed buns to the table. The portions were generous, more than enough for several people.

Gu Yang and Ling Luo ate breakfast as if no one else was around, discussing the release of their song the next day.

"If you come with me to Haicheng, will it be enough time to release the song tomorrow?"

"Uploading from the backend is the same no matter where it is." Ling Luo took a sip of milk. "Besides, if I don't go, can you manage over there by yourself?"

Gu Yang chuckled and counted on his fingers: "We're filming the pilot episode today. If all goes well, we can have seafood in Haicheng tonight, and then come back tomorrow afternoon. Perfect!"

Three hours later, the plane landed at Haicheng Airport.

Staff from Haicheng TV station took them directly to the recording studio, a small stadium.

The center of the venue was set up like a game arena, with a dazzling array of props, and the production cost was significantly higher than that of the Beijing division.

As soon as Yang stood up, he heard someone calling his name.

"Guyang!"

He turned around and saw Suo Binbin and Zhang Minghui waving at him.

"Binbin, Minghui!" Gu Yang's eyes lit up, and he quickly ran over.

The top three teams from the Beijing division reunited after a week's absence.

The three were chatting enthusiastically when the director, holding a megaphone, stood in the center of the venue.

"Everyone, quiet down!" The director's voice echoed through the venue. "Today, we'll be recording a pilot episode and drawing lots to determine the theme for the first round of the regional competition! The rules are simple: the game is king! Whoever wins gets to choose first!"

Gu Yang glanced at the other contestants from all over the country; each of them had a defiant look in their eyes, and none of them were easy to deal with.

"The first game is a music memory challenge!" the director announced loudly. "The production team will play a piece of music with only the intro. You have to answer the questions as quickly as possible, saying the song title and the original singer! The person who answers the most correctly wins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a highly deceptive electronic intro resounded throughout the venue.