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

Ling Luo nodded. It was indeed a bit difficult, but not too difficult.

"The show's producers didn't stipulate that a singer could only sing one song. As long as the voice and style are suitable, it's not a big problem for one person to sing two or three songs."

"Hmm," Ni Yuelan raised her glass of red wine, her eyes sparkling, "Although this might be a bit of a disadvantage, I have faith in your abilities."

Ling Luo was about to pour the wine with a smile when Gu Yang took the bottle from him and shoved a teacup filled with warm barley tea into his hand.

Gu Yang smiled apologetically at Ni Yueyue Lan: "I'm sorry, Teacher Ni, Ling Luo isn't feeling well. The doctor told him to quit smoking and drinking."

Ni Yuelan's eyes lit up, and she immediately understood: "Oh, I see. Then you can have some tea."

As she spoke, she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips, her expression clearly saying: I understand, I understand everything.

"Ugh, I shouldn't have ordered so much seafood."

Gu Yang was taken aback: "Can't you eat seafood when you're sick?"

Yesterday, Lingluo only said that she didn't like to eat it.

"Generally, it's not recommended. Some older people say that seafood is considered a 'trigger food,' so it's best to avoid it when you're sick or injured."

Gu Yang lowered his head, recalling that when he was sick in the past, there would indeed be a period of time when seafood would not appear on the family's dining table.

He immediately patted his forehead in annoyance.

  

Ling Luo's smile remained unchanged: "It's okay, I just don't like it. Besides, you ordered all my favorite dishes today."

Gu Yang pursed his lips and said, "Alright."

Ling Luo glanced helplessly at Gu Yang; this guy's thoughts had wandered off somewhere again.

He picked up his teacup, clinked it against hers, and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing that the two had finished discussing business, Gu Yang asked, "By the way, Mr. Ni, when will your new album be released?"

"Next month on the 8th will be my 10th anniversary since my debut."

"Tenth anniversary? Such an important day!" Gu Yang's eyes lit up. "Teacher Ni, please save me a couple more autographed copies!"

"Don't worry, you two won't be missing out if anyone else is gone."

Gu Yang chuckled, turned his head with satisfaction, and looked at Ling Luo, who was eating quietly. His voice softened, carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension.

"I wonder if, ten years from now... I'll have the chance to release... a truly memorable album?"

Upon hearing this, even Ni Yuelan stopped what she was doing.

Anyone can release an album, but the phrase "most memorable" is quite intriguing.

She rested her chin on her hands, watching with great interest, her eyes darting back and forth between the two, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

The air in the private room seemed to freeze.

Ling Luo slowly swallowed the food in her mouth, put down her chopsticks, and wiped her mouth with a napkin.

He looked up and met Gu Yang's bright eyes, in which he could even see a hint of worry.

He stared at it for a few seconds, then clearly uttered a single word.

"certainly."

Gu Yang was taken aback at first, then a bright and dazzling smile bloomed on his face, like a star that had been lit up in an instant.

Ling Luo, this time, you mustn't break your promise again.

……

The next day at noon, Gu Yang dragged his suitcase into the door, threw himself and the suitcase into the entryway, then rolled over and threw himself onto the sofa, sprawling out on his back.

"Ah—I'm finally back! My old back!"

Ling Luo looked at Gu Yang, who was sprawled out like a cat pancake, shook her head silently, and carried their luggage upstairs on her own.

He took a shower and changed into his pajamas, only to find Gu Yang still in the same position, engrossed in scrolling through his phone.

"What are you looking at? Go take a shower first, you're all sweaty." Ling Luo tossed the documents and USB drive she had grabbed onto the coffee table.

Gu Yang's eyes were still glued to his phone: "Wait a minute, let me order some takeout first. Is airplane food even fit for humans?"

After saying that, he glanced up at Ling Luo and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"It will be all right."

Gu Yang pouted and muttered under his breath, "I hate it when you say 'whatever'..."

Despite saying that, his hands moved quickly, clicking away rapidly. Only after finishing did he put his phone away, satisfied, and sit up on the sofa.

Just as he was about to get up, his gaze was drawn to the file folder on the coffee table.

Curious, he picked it up, pulled out a few sheets of paper, and his pupils suddenly contracted after just one glance at the title.

Holy crap!

He suddenly looked up, staring intently at Ling Luo: "No, Ling Luo! We've been out having fun these past two days, haven't we? When did you write this song?!"

Ling Luo was picking up a book from the side when she heard this. She calmly turned to a page without looking up and said, "The night before last, after you fell asleep..."

Gu Yang stared wide-eyed, mouth agape, as he uttered each word slowly and deliberately: "You...you...are you even human?"

Ling Luo finally looked up from her book, raising an eyebrow slightly: "If I'm not human, then what am I?"

After holding it in for a long time, Gu Yang finally squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "...You're a born ox or horse, meant to pull a millstone!"

This drive, this creative speed, it's simply inhuman!

He excitedly grabbed the sheet music and USB drive, yelling as he ran towards the recording studio on the third floor.

Ling Luo reacted quickly, grabbing the passerby and saying, "No rush, go take a shower first, eat something, and then practice."

"Ling Luo, you spoil me too much, waaaah, you're so good to me." Gu Yang's expression changed instantly, and he hugged the sheet music and tried to rub against Ling Luo.

Since Ling Luo returned, his schedule has been streamlined, making him less tired, yet his popularity has increased even faster than before.

Ah, this feeling of getting twice the result with half the effort is so damn sweet!

Ling Luo looked at Gu Yang, who was about to put on another Sichuan opera face-changing act, speechless. She let go of him and shooed him away like a fly.

After dinner, Ling Luo left Gu Yang to practice singing at home, while she took Li Mingjun with her and went out.

Yesterday, a film crew contacted him, wanting to buy the film and television rights to the song "White Hair".

Even knowing it was a low-budget web series, Ling Luo didn't immediately refuse.

The quality of a production is never determined by the size of the investment. There are many examples of low-budget web series achieving great success, with their reputation even surpassing that of some big-budget productions with investments of hundreds of millions.

Today, he went to see the sincerity of the script and the production team.

Meanwhile, at the Pantone Studio established by Gu Jing, Zhang Minghui is experiencing the darkest moment of his life.

He knew the song Teacher Luo gave him was difficult, but he never imagined it would be this difficult!

"I can't go on... I really can't go on... Teacher Luomu is leaving no way out for mortals!" Zhang Minghui lay exhausted on the cold floor, staring blankly at the ceiling, feeling as if his soul had left his body.

Even the top-notch sound engineer, who had been hired by Gu Jing at a high price, couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

"Take a break first, your voice is hoarse. This song demands too much emotion and skill, you can't force it."

Zhang Minghui didn't even have the strength to nod; his clothes were soaked with sweat and clung tightly to his body.

Who says recording songs isn't tiring? That's because they haven't experienced the curtain call!

If someone can sing for twenty hours straight without changing expression, it can only mean one thing—they're short of money.

Although he was short of money, he had been singing for twenty-one hours straight! He had every right to complain about being tired!

Heartbroken, Zhang Minghui closed his eyes and, amidst grief and indignation, fell into a deep sleep.

The sound engineer looked at Zhang Minghui, who had fallen asleep instantly, shook his head, and had only one thought in his mind.

This guy called "The Curtain Falls" is a real devil!