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

#Feng Yuxi's White Hair#

#The final new work made me cry#

#Adding another heart-wrenching ancient-style love song to the closing playlist#

One by one, the terms were trending on social media, followed by a prominent dark red "Explosive" sign.

Countless unsuspecting passersby were drawn in by the spectacle and clicked in out of curiosity, only to leave a few minutes later with red eyes.

For a time, a faint sadness permeated the entire internet, along with "warm greetings" to Luo Mu and Feng Yuxi.

Ling Luo, at the center of the storm, calmly withdrew from Weibo, lay straight on the bed in her hotel room, closed her eyes, and drifted into her memory palace.

A copy of "Classical Physics" was being flipped through in his memory palace, as if the overwhelming praise and discussion from the outside world were not as interesting as a single law.

Ling Luo didn't exit the palace of memories until dawn.

He got up and walked to the window, stretched, and watched as the faint light of dawn tried to dispel the thin fog that enveloped the city.

Upon opening the phone, the background data resembled fierce red curves, climbing wildly upwards.

The number of views, comments, shares... every number exceeded expectations.

Clicking on Feng Yuxi's Weibo, you see a picture of a koi fish swimming in a stream, and his number of followers slowly climbed up, reaching over a million overnight, putting him in the ranks of an 18th-tier celebrity.

Feng Yuxi became an instant sensation, accumulating initial popularity.

After exiting Weibo, Ling Luo thought for a moment, then opened it again and searched for the "Medal" fan club.

Uh......

Screenshots of songs, handwritten lyrics, or lyrics and music composition documents scroll across the screen.

But no one spoke.

Ling Luo exited in disbelief, then re-entered in the same way.

How come the fan club, which is both lively and eerily quiet, is so harmonious?

My phone vibrated; it was a message from Feng Yuxi.

Ling Luo clicked on it, and even through the screen, you could feel the trembling of excitement that made her speechless.

  

Feng Yuxi: [Teacher Ling... I... I... I don't know what to say... Thank you! Thank you!!! [crying][kowtow][kowtow][kowtow]]

Ling Luo looked at the long string of emojis and replied with amusement: 【This is the result of your hard work. Didn't sleep all night? Go get some rest.】

After sending the message, he put away his phone and looked out the window at the gradually clearer outline of the city.

I wonder how much emotional value this song will give him; it's so hard to earn that kind of thing.

After thinking it over, he sighed, changed his clothes, and went out to buy breakfast.

As soon as I stepped out of the hotel, I saw a figure loitering at the entrance.

Zhang Minghui was like a headless fly, glancing at the hotel revolving door one moment and kicking the floor tiles the next, his face full of "confusion".

As Ling Luo walked over, Zhang Minghui sensed it almost immediately, looked up sharply, and his eyes lit up instantly.

"The Curtain Falls on Teachers".

Ling Luo smiled and nodded: "Coming! Shall we go buy some breakfast together?"

"Huh?" Zhang Minghui was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't reacted yet, then nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "Okay, okay."

The streets were sparsely populated in the early morning, and the air was crisp and clear.

Ling Luo didn't speak, and Zhang Minghui didn't dare to open his mouth either. The two walked on in silence.

"Have you thought it through?" Ling Luo suddenly asked.

Zhang Minghui snapped back to reality, his thoughts returning instantly. He stopped, looked at Ling Luo solemnly, and nodded vigorously: "Yes, Teacher Luo, I... I want to join your studio."

"Welcome." Ling Luo stopped and patted his arm.

"Go back and find Gu Jing at the Gu Group. He will make arrangements for you."

"The...Gu Group?"

Zhang Minghui's voice changed tone, and his eyes widened like copper bells.

He was all too familiar with that name.

No, I should say, in China, who isn't familiar with this name?

This century-old family, though not the richest, enjoys extremely high prestige. All its members, whether direct or collateral, are as clean as people in the business world, and have never been involved in any messy scandals.

Zhang Minghui felt his head buzzing.

So, is Teacher Luo Mu's studio located under the Gu Group?

What incredible luck! No, it's like his ancestors' graves were collectively emitting auspicious smoke!

Hmm, Gu Yang... his surname is Gu...

Seeing his stunned expression, Ling Luo didn't explain but continued, "As for your agent, the studio is still looking for one. You may need to handle some things on your own during this time."

"Okay, okay, no problem! Thank you, Teacher Luo Mu!" Zhang Minghui replied quickly, his cheeks flushed with excitement.

"Let's go buy breakfast first."

The breakfast shop is not far away, just a few minutes' walk away.

Ling Luo had already checked out the surrounding area yesterday after checking in, and knowing exactly where to go, she bought enough food for four people and turned back.

Back in her hotel room, Ling Luo packed one of the portions into an insulated container.

"Sit down, let's eat together." He placed the other two portions on the coffee table.

Zhang Minghui sat down awkwardly, looked around, but didn't see that familiar figure.

"Gu Yang hasn't gotten up yet, so I left some for him," Ling Luo explained, taking out a USB drive and a printed copy of the lyrics and sheet music from her bag and handing it over.

"This is for you. I saw that the theme you chose before was 'waiting,' and this song is perfect for it. See if you can sing it."

Zhang Minghui accepted it blankly.

The USB flash drive felt a little cool to the touch.

He looked down, and in just one glance, his pupils contracted.

The densely packed musical notes almost filled the entire staff, and there wasn't even a single obvious breath mark between the sections!

Ling Luo buried her head and continued eating. This song also has another name, "Never Take a Breath," which requires an insane level of lung capacity.

Zhang Minghui's vocal range is his asset, but his lung capacity... Ling Luo doesn't know either.

Ling Luo didn't urge him, and ate her breakfast on her own. No matter how energetic you are in the memory palace, you'll still get hungry once you leave.

Zhang Minghui only snapped out of his daze when Ling Luo had almost finished eating a steamed bun.

He looked up, his voice dry and incredulous: "Uh, so soon..."

"Luckily, we happen to have some songs on this topic." Ling Luo wiped her hands. "How about it, can you sing it?"

Zhang Minghui's gaze returned to the sheet music, his fingers unconsciously tracing the edge of the paper.

This is no longer a question of whether or not one can sing.

It's a question of whether you can leave the stage alive after singing.

He had never sung such a bizarre song before; there wasn't a single breath-taking moment in the entire song, making it an absolutely hellish level of difficulty.

He took a deep breath, and a long-lost fighting spirit ignited in his chest.

I want to give it a try.

"Then give it a try. Contact me anytime if you encounter any problems." Ling Luo nodded, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and asked, "When are you going back?"

"My flight is at 10 a.m. today." Zhang Minghui glanced at his phone. "It's a bit far from the airport, I... I need to get ready to go. Teacher Luo Mu, I'll be reporting to the Gu Group this afternoon!"

"it is good."

Ling Luo escorted him to the door.