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

As he walked towards the fans, preparing to sign autographs, he loudly replied, "No, other people's fans call me 'husband,' why do they all want to be my mom?"

The light collectors burst into laughter.

A daring blogger, who was live-streaming on his phone, zoomed in even closer and laughed loudly, "You're too small, we can't bring ourselves to do it!"

Gu Yang: "..."

It felt like I'd been stabbed in the heart again, this time with a barb.

He stopped signing his name, looked up with a face full of grief and indignation: "Where am I young? Huh? I'm already twenty!"

"We're not talking about age!" The blogger laughed even harder, and the camera shook along with it.

Gu Yang stared at her in disbelief, his pen trembling slightly. "I strongly suspect you're making a suggestive joke, but I have no proof!"

He thought that after saying that, the other party would at least restrain themselves a little.

To everyone's surprise, the blogger actually puffed out their chest and confidently shouted out from afar:

  

"No doubt about it! We are it!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The laughter around them almost lifted the roof off.

Amidst the playful noise, Ling Luo walked over carrying several bottles of chilled drinks, handing them to a few of the loudest fans, her voice calm: "You've worked hard, have something to drink to soothe your throat."

The fans took the drinks, finally letting Gu Yang, who was practically frozen in place, go.

Gu Yang handed over the autographed signature, waved goodbye to the fans with reluctance, and got into the car at Li Mingjun's urging.

Once the car door closed, the noise outside was shut out.

He was still gesturing angrily at Ling Luo: "Where am I small? Look at my eight-pack abs, and look at my official height of 1.8 meters, where am I small? Ugh! These fans, their eyesight is terrible!"

Ling Luo suppressed a laugh and reached out to press down the tuft of hair sticking up on Gu Yang's head: "Yes, yes, our tall boy who is 179 cm is the best."

"I wasn't fully grown yet!" Gu Yang retorted, sticking his neck out. "I'm only twenty, I can grow for another two years, I'll definitely be 1.8 meters tall!"

"Okay, then eat more rice so you can grow faster."

As they were talking, the car stopped in front of a seafood restaurant. The seafood here was famous for being fresh, cheap, and authentic. Gu Yang held the menu, as if he wanted to eat back all the grievances he had suffered in the past few days, and ordered a lot of seafood.

After handing the menu to Ling Luo, Ling Luo only ordered a home-style stir-fry and rice.

"You don't eat seafood?" Gu Yang looked up from the mountain of menus.

Ling Luo smiled and said, "I don't really like it, but you can have it."

"Alright," Gu Yang said without much thought. "Then we won't eat seafood tomorrow. Let's go somewhere else, maybe try those trendy food streets. We might find one or two hidden gems."

"If you like it, keep eating. You don't have to cater to me."

"That won't do. You can't eat this every day, it can easily cause gout," Gu Yang muttered. "This is a good opportunity for us to scout things out, so we won't be completely clueless next time we come."

As Ling Luo listened, her hands continued disassembling the crab. With a snap, a whole crab leg was peeled out and fell steadily into Gu Yang's bowl.

"Okay," he replied.

"By the way, are you releasing a song at midnight tonight?" Gu Yang picked up some crab meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and asked indistinctly.

"Okay, you go to sleep first, I'll rest after I finish posting."

"OK, I'll ask Teacher Ni and the others to help me forward it."

"No need," Ling Luo handed over the crab roe that had already been opened, putting down the tools in her hand. "If they like it, they'll share it themselves. There's no need to do favors for such a small thing. However, Teacher Ni is from Haicheng, so we could make an appointment to see if she's home recently and ask her if she's interested in the New Voices Songwriting Camp."

"Okay, I'll ask right now!" Gu Yang said, immediately taking out his phone to send a message.

Not long after, Ni Yuelan replied to the message.

Gu Yang's eyes lit up: "Got it! Teacher Ni is treating us to dinner at Haicheng Hotel tomorrow afternoon at six o'clock."

"Okay, then I'll go back the day after tomorrow."

"Won't it be too late the day after tomorrow? You still have to write songs."

"It's alright, I can give you the song when we get back."

"Waaah, Ling Luo, you're so kind."

After finishing their meal, the two, fully disguised, strolled around the food street. However, they were recognized by sharp-eyed fans after only a few steps. Amidst a small commotion, the two successfully retreated and headed home.

It was late at night.

Ling Luo lay on the bed, her consciousness sinking into the depths of her mind.

He pushed open the door on the sixth floor of the memory palace that he hadn't stepped into for a long time, and a familiar, huge light screen floated in the center.

In the upper left corner of the light screen, a line of numbers is clearly visible.

[Controllable Emotional Value: 978712]

Ling Luo's gaze fell on the two options in the center of the light screen: [Continue answering questions] and [Custom answering questions].

Without the slightest hesitation, he tapped the "Customized Questions" button.

Ling Luo wrote directly on the screen: [Custom Song: Xu Song's "Luzhou Moon"]

The light screen changed instantly, and a new question popped up.

[Please answer: In a series circuit, the currents through the two resistors are I₁ and I₂. What is their relationship? In a parallel circuit, the main current is I, and the currents in the two branches are I₃ and I₄. What is their relationship?]

Ling Luo glanced at the question and a sense of helplessness flashed through her mind.

Other people's systems say "Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining a god-level skill," but his system is like a high school headmaster, punishing people for not answering questions correctly.

He snapped out of his reverie and, without stopping, quickly wrote down the answer.

Solution: In a series circuit, the current is the same everywhere, so I₁ = I₂; in a parallel circuit, the current in the main branch is equal to the sum of the currents in each branch, so I = I₃ + I₄.

[Correct answer. Congratulations on successfully commissioning the song "Luzhou Moon". Commissioning a song requires three times the normal exchange value; this song requires 2.4 million emotional points.]

Seeing this number, Ling Luo felt no emotion; the song was worth the price.

He clicked the "Customize" button again.

[Custom-made song: Lin Zhixuan's "Never Left"]

He intended to leave this song to Zhang Minghui.

A talented singer shouldn't be overlooked. If Zhang Minghui were smart enough, he wouldn't need to make three visits; the singer would come to him on his own.

After all, for a singer, being a top-notch songwriter means having a constant stream of representative works.

The screen refreshed, and another question appeared.

[Please answer: A rectangular iron block has a base area of ​​0.02 m² and a weight of 200 N. It is placed flat on a horizontal table. Find the pressure exerted by the iron block on the table.]

Ling Luo picked up her pen and began to write without a moment's hesitation.

[Correct answer. Congratulations on successfully commissioning the song "Never Left". This song requires 2.4 million emotional points.]

Looking at the screen that was now in debt again, Ling Luo could only sigh helplessly.

Two blockbuster songs have been acquired.

As for Suo Binbin, there's nothing he can do for the time being. Unless Suo Binbin's company or he himself actively requests a song, he can't rashly intervene.

Ling Luo's consciousness exited the memory palace. She opened her eyes and saw that the night outside the window was deep. She checked the time and there was still half an hour until midnight.