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

A moment later, the door was pushed open with a "bang," and the three lively characters squeezed in noisily.

"I'm so thirsty!" Gu Yang spotted the water on the table at a glance, picked it up without hesitation, and took a big gulp. The warm water went down his throat and he felt much better instantly.

Suo Binbin and Zhang Minghui were made to sit down and have their makeup touched up by the makeup artist.

Once they quieted down a bit, Ling Luo turned her gaze to Suo Binbin and asked, "Mr. Suo, I saw in the information that you're signed with Guanghe Entertainment?"

"Yes, I signed the contract last year?" Suo Binbin looked at Ling Luo through the mirror.

"There's a new voice creation camp next month, and I'd like to invite you to come and have some fun with us. I wonder if your schedule is convenient?" Ling Luo's tone was calm, as if she were talking about something completely ordinary.

"What the hell?" Suo Binbin almost jumped up from his chair, his movement so forceful that the makeup artist nearly shoved a powder puff into his nostril. "You mean that so-called 'golden voice' songwriting camp?"

Ling Luo: "..."

He finally understood why this person was being relentlessly attacked by haters; his mouth was a natural magnet for hatred.

Everyone in the industry knows about the gilding thing, but it's all an open secret. Yet, he just blurted it out with a single sentence.

Ling Luo nodded without changing his expression.

Suo Binbin's eyes instantly lit up like a 200-watt light bulb: "Me? I can go too?"

"As long as your schedule is okay."

"I'll call my agent right now!" Suo Binbin said, reaching for her phone as she rushed out, having only touched up half her makeup.

"Wait a minute." Ling Luo called out to him helplessly, "If you say it like that, your manager might not believe you. If he has any doubts, he can contact me. My stage name is 'Falling Curtain'."

  

After Ling Luo finished speaking, she gave Gu Yang a wink. Gu Yang understood and immediately sent Ling Luo's phone number to Suo Binbin.

Suo Binbin froze, his eyes widening, almost dropping his phone: "You...you're that teacher Luo Mu?"

"Yes, we met during the Beijing division competition."

I've seen more than just a few!

Suo Binbin's mind went blank. He had actually met the legendary big shot several times and had always treated him as an ordinary friend of Gu Yang!

He wanted to slap himself twice; were his eyes even there to breathe?

Seeing his regretful look, Ling Luo added, "I really admire your voice. Go ask him."

This one sentence is more useful than any guarantee.

Without another second thought, Suo Binbin grabbed his phone and rushed out. As for whether his agent would agree? What a joke!

Guanghe Entertainment only has two top songwriters, and countless A-list singers are lining up to get their songs. Now that Teacher Luomu has personally invited him, if his manager dares to say no, he can perform a handstand while eating his phone on the spot!

In the lounge, Zhang Minghui watched Suo Binbin's disappearing figure, his eyes almost overflowing with envy.

He wanted to go too, but... he didn't even have a signing agency, he couldn't even get a ticket.

He was feeling secretly disappointed when a gaze fell upon him.

Zhang Minghui stiffened, instinctively straightening his back like a primary school student waiting for a teacher's question.

"Mr. Zhang," Ling Luo's voice was gentle, "I heard you haven't signed with a company yet?"

Zhang Minghui paused for a moment, then nodded hesitantly.

"I'm currently setting up a studio, and if you haven't decided where to go yet, you can consider it. Of course, this is just a suggestion; I'm happy for you if you have better options, and there will be many more opportunities to collaborate in the future."

Ling Luo spoke frankly, without making any empty promises, but instead gave Zhang Minghui enough respect and a way out.

He knew Zhang Minghui's personality and couldn't be pushed too hard. Zhang Minghui had a wide vocal range and was a rare talent, but his style wasn't suitable for a stage like a songwriting camp that required emphasizing arrangement. However, as a pure singer, he was definitely worth signing.

Before Zhang Minghui could react, Gu Yang, who was standing next to him, was stunned.

"A studio? Ling Luo, when did you start a studio? How come I didn't know? Weren't you incredibly busy the other day?"

Ling Luo looked at his expression, which seemed to say, "Have you been doing something big behind my back?" and found it somewhat amusing: "With so many questions, which one should I answer first?"

"We'll talk about them one by one, no rush."

"I asked your brother for a favor a couple of days ago, but it's still very uncertain, so I didn't tell you."

"Oh—" Gu Yang drawled, suddenly realizing, "No wonder you asked for my brother's phone number last time!"

Gu Yang glanced at Ling Luo again.

I bet he decided to open a studio a couple of days ago after seeing his argument with Xingchen.

Oh well, whatever. Once Ling Luo's studio opens, he can just pay the penalty for breach of contract.

Forget it, the penalty for breach of contract is too high; I'm afraid Ling Luo won't agree.

After thinking about it, I felt a little disappointed, but then I quickly composed myself.

Ling Luo glanced at him several times, wondering what was going on with Gu Yang's expression, which shifted between happiness and disappointment.

But when he saw Gu Yang turn around, enthusiastically put his arm around Zhang Minghui's shoulder, and start frantically promoting his product, he swallowed his doubts.

Gu Yang pitched, "Minghui, did you hear that? It's one of our own company! Sign with us, and we definitely won't rip you off! Think it over carefully, no rush, really!"

When Zhang Minghui heard that it was a studio that had not yet been established, he did have some hesitation.

But looking at Gu Yang's sincere face, he wavered again, and finally nodded, deciding to go back and think about it more carefully.

Meanwhile, in a dormitory at a university in Beijing.

Zhou Mengya, sporting dark circles under her eyes, slumped listlessly in front of the computer.

"Ugh... It's been a week since I've seen any fresh Yangyang. Why does this lousy show have to wait half a month for the next episode? My life is withering away..."

"Be content," Xiao Xiao said while munching on fried chicken. "I haven't even seen a trace of my beloved teacher, Luo Mu."

"Xiaoxiao, are we having a competition to see who's more miserable?"

"No," Xiao Xiao gave a mysterious smile and leaned closer, "What I wanted to say was, if you see Gu Yang, could you help me find out anything about Teacher Luo Mu? Just a little bit! Even a photo would be fine!"

"Dream on." Zhou Mengya refused decisively. "If I saw Yangyang, I'd be too busy getting autographs and photos to remember your guy. Besides, that's invading someone's privacy, it's unethical!"

"Alright, alright, I knew you wouldn't agree." Xiao Xiao wasn't disappointed. Instead, she lowered her voice, as if sharing some top-secret information, "I heard a rumor that Luo Mu himself... might be attending the New Voice Songwriting Camp a month from now!"

After saying that, she took a big bite of the fried chicken.

"I refuse to believe he can avoid showing his face this time!"