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

The director walked to the center of the venue, and the staff pushed two huge whiteboards up and placed them behind the director.

On the whiteboard, thirty slips of paper written in calligraphy are neatly arranged, each representing the theme of the next issue, with no two being the same.

"Youth, life, ancient charm, fantasy, reality..."

Gu Yang and Suo Binbin's eyes swept across the whiteboard. He nudged Zhang Minghui next to him: "Minghui, have you decided which one to choose?"

Zhang Minghui lowered his head and pondered for a long time. Just when Gu Yang thought he was confident, he shook his head blankly and said, "I haven't thought about it."

Gu Yang: "..."

Suo Binbin: "..."

So what were you doing, looking down and thinking for so long? Counting ants on the ground?

Destroy it, hurry up.

Suo Binbin jumped up and down anxiously: "Then think quickly! Eighth place, it'll be your turn soon!"

Zhang Minghui then seemed to wake from a dream, quickly nodded, and turned his attention back to the whiteboard.

Gu Yang sighed. He was doing well, third from last, so he didn't have to bother with that at all.

"Binbin, think about it too, you're eleventh, it'll be soon."

"Me?" Suo Binbin chuckled confidently. "I've already thought it through."

There were clearly only a few people ahead of him, but time seemed to drag on endlessly until it was finally Zhang Minghui's turn.

He stood in front of the large whiteboard, his eyes darting over the dense list of entries, his brow furrowed, clearly struggling to make a choice.

Seeing that Zhang Minghui was not making any move, Gu Yang was so anxious that he almost wanted to rush up and tear off a piece for him.

From the sidelines, Suo Binbin couldn't hold back any longer. He cupped his hand to his mouth and shouted, "Minghui! Stop thinking about it, trust your instincts! You're incredibly lucky, you'll get a perfect start no matter who you pick!"

Zhang Minghui seemed to be awakened by those words. His body trembled, his gaze instantly locked onto a word, and he reached out and tore it off.

—Waiting.

When he took the note in his hand and saw the words on it, he froze.

What is this? What songs can be sung with this theme?

Gu Yang and Suo Binbin were also dumbfounded.

"I'm doomed." Suo Binbin closed his eyes and covered his face in pain. "It's all my fault for having such a foul mouth."

  

In the backstage dressing room, Ling Luo, who had been watching the scene closely through the screen, had a slight smile on her lips.

Zhang Minghui is indeed very lucky.

His voice is naturally broad and mellow, with a kind of natural deep emotion. Now, he has chosen the theme of "waiting" in the dark, which coincides with the song in his mind.

While he was thinking, Suo Binbin also went on stage.

In contrast to Zhang Minghui's hesitation, he had a clear goal and went straight to the whiteboard, tearing off the piece of paper he had his eye on for a long time.

--youth.

There are so many songs to choose from for this theme, and they are all very popular, making it the safest option.

Time ticked by, and the number of slips of paper on the field dwindled until it was finally Gu Yang's turn.

He slowly walked onto the stage and looked at the three lonely slips of paper hanging on the whiteboard: "Ancient Charm," "Aesthetics," and "Future"—all leftovers from other people's choices.

The audience members below the stage also started discussing it.

"These three words are too difficult. It feels like there aren't many songs to choose from."

"It's alright for Gu Yang. Have you forgotten his song 'Puppet Show'? It even caught the attention of the Puppet Association. Its classical style is just right."

"Oh right! If all else fails, how about we sing 'The Puppet Show' again?"

"I don't know if the show's rules allow it."

Gu Yang stood on the stage, took a deep breath, and his gaze lingered between the three terms.

He believed in Ling Luo's talent, and that Ling Luo could write amazing songs, whether in terms of "aesthetics" or "future".

But in the end, he reached out and took the note that read "Ancient Charm" into his hand.

This should be within Lingluo's comfort zone; choosing this one might make things a little easier for Lingluo.

The two contestants who finally received "Aesthetics" and "Future" looked at the slips of paper in their hands and their faces fell. It was a truly hellish start.

As the music signaling the end of the show played, Ling Luo stood up backstage and casually grabbed a few tissues from the table.

Based on his understanding of Gu Yang, the guy who came in third to last might burst into tears in a little while.

Sure enough, before the door to the lounge was even opened, the sound of Gu Yang wailing and howling could be heard from outside.

"Aww—woooooo—"

The door was pushed open, and Gu Yang, like a lump of mud, rushed over and clung to Ling Luo's shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Ling Luo! I... I didn't even see the note under that chair! Waaaaah... I definitely saw it! The photographer even reminded me!"

Rankings and such are all irrelevant. What matters is that he clearly searched, even passing by with the photographer's hints, but still couldn't find a single picture.

This is an absolute disgrace!

Ling Luo stumbled from the bump, her temple twitching. She could only pat his back repeatedly, saying, "It's okay, it's okay. If you can't find it, you can't find it. It's just a game."

"Waaah... Third from last! I never got this ranking in school!"

Ling Luo pursed her lips, thinking to herself, "You've never been third from last, because you've consistently ranked last or second from last."

"Alright, let's not play this stupid game anymore." Ling Luo changed tactics. "Are you hungry? I'll take you to eat."

The word "eating" can be considered Gu Yang's emotional trigger.

Gu Yang, who was sobbing just a second ago, stopped crying instantly, raised her head sharply, and asked with bright eyes, "What do you want to eat? I heard the seafood here is especially fresh. Shall we go eat seafood?"

"it is good."

Soon after, the two finished getting ready and came out, where Li Mingjun had already rented a car and was waiting.

The recording location was no secret; a large number of fans had already gathered outside the TV station, including Yang's fans known as "Light Collectors."

The fan group almost erupted in chaos over this fan name.

Some people think that Gu Yang's name should be included, such as "Little Sun" or "Hometown". Others think that Gu Yang's songs are very profound, and the fan name should also be stylish, such as "Holding the Light" or "Sunflower Time".

Finally, a long-time fan who has supported Gu Yang since his debut stepped forward and decided on the name "Shiguang," which means "to pick up the scattered light of Gu Yang and accompany him on his journey."

Gu Yang personally liked this longtime fan's comment, and the fan name was finally settled.

The fan club is called "Shiguang" (拾光), and the fans are called "Shiguang Zhe" (拾光者). Their support slogan is: "Wherever the sun shines, the sky is clear; may your path be smooth and unobstructed."

The support sign that Ling Luo bought for a huge sum of money (ten yuan) is now lying at home collecting dust.

At that moment, as soon as the two stepped out of the gate, the "light collectors" waved their light signs excitedly across the cordon, shouting Gu Yang's name.

One voice was particularly loud: "Yangyang! Look at Mommy! Mommy's here!"

Gu Yang paused, his eyes widening in surprise. These fans aren't even pretending anymore, are they?