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

A few days later, at Haicheng Airport.

Ling Luo and Gu Yang dragged their suitcases, Gu Yang's entire face was almost completely covered by a black mask and hat.

Even so, Gu Yang was still recognized by sharp-eyed fans.

Since when did a rule circulate among fans: if you see Ling Luo's face, there will definitely be Gu Yang within a two-meter radius.

Moreover, Ling Luo was too lazy to even wear a mask; her excessively outstanding face was the most eye-catching signpost in the crowd.

Gu Yang didn't intend to hide; he wore a mask and hat only because he was worried about being recognized on the plane and disrupting the flight's order.

He dragged his luggage with one hand, waved skillfully with the other, and shouted, "This way, walk to the corner."

The corner of the airport was instantly packed with people, turning into a small fan meeting.

Ling Luo was pushed aside and leisurely observed the young faces in front of her. On each face was undisguised affection and admiration.

His fans must be like that too.

But thinking about how quiet and orderly the support group was, it might be a little different.

"Gu Yang, good luck in the competition! We will always support you!"

Gu Yang leaned against his suitcase, smiling as he accepted the autographed book: "Okay, I'll definitely do my best."

"Yangyang, I skipped school from the next city to come here! Can you sign two autographs for me?" A girl with pigtails squeezed to the front, her cheeks flushed and her voice full of excitement.

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Gu Yang's smile faded. He put down his pen and looked at the girl: "Still in school? It's class time now."

The little girl's face turned even redder, and she looked away.

Gu Yang took the notebook from her, signed only one page, and then added: Study hard and make progress every day.

Then he handed the notebook back, his voice not loud, but loud enough for everyone around him to hear clearly.

"This is a one-time exception. If I find out anyone skipping class again, I will not only hide their schedule, but I will also post a public reprimand on Weibo so that your homeroom teacher will know."

He glanced around, his expression somewhat serious, but there was an incongruous feeling, like a child wearing adult clothes: "The rest of you, keep an eye on each other."

A group of students among the fans immediately wailed, but no one dared to actually refute them.

They all knew that Gu Yang seemed easy to talk to, but when he got stubborn, nothing could change his mind. He was really capable of doing something like this.

"Alright, alright, everyone disperse." Seeing this, Gu Yang put on his smiling face again, waved his hand, and said, "You must be tired from coming all this way. Go home and rest early, be careful, and let us know you're safe in the group when you get home."

The fans reluctantly made way for them.

Goodbye, Yangyang! Good luck in the competition!

"I'll wait until you fill that wall in your house with trophies!"

Gu Yang grinned, his eyes crinkling into crescents: "Okay!"

After saying that, he picked up his suitcase, and Ling Luo pulled his other wrist very naturally as they walked out.

Ling Luo glanced back at the group of girls who were still waving goodbye. The joy and reluctance on their faces were pure and passionate.

"What are you looking at?" Gu Yang leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Are you captivated by my charm? Do you want to be my fan too?"

"Walk properly." Ling Luo released his wrist, a hint of a smile in her voice. "I'm calculating the probability of a conflict breaking out when our fans run into each other at the airport next month after my identity is exposed."

Gu Yang's smile froze instantly.

He immediately pictured two groups of fans fighting over the best support spot, and a jolt went through him.

"No...it can't be that bad, can it?"

The two walked to the VIP exit, where Li Mingjun was already waiting. Behind him was a black van with the program logo of "Sing, Youth" printed on the body, which was very eye-catching.

As soon as Li Mingjun saw them, he immediately opened the car door and used it to block several reporters who had come running: "Professor Gu Yang, you must be tired from your journey."

"Thankfully, all the other contestants have arrived."

Gu Yang exchanged pleasantries with the staff, and Ling Luo turned around to put her luggage in the trunk first, then followed Gu Yang into the car.

The air conditioning inside the car was on full blast, dispelling the outside heat. The van started smoothly, and the skyscrapers outside the window rushed past.

Yang was exhausted. As soon as he got in the car, he slumped back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest. The pale blue under his eyes showed that he had been practicing singing very hard recently.

Seeing this, Ling Luo didn't disturb him. She turned to look out the window for a while, then looked away and took out her tablet from her backpack.

The screen lit up, not a game, nor a video, but a dense array of data and formulas, with complex function curves interwoven into a numerical model that would make any normal person's scalp tingle.

His fingers flew across the screen, zooming in and out, adjusting a parameter with focused concentration.

"I said..." Gu Yang, who had been lying in bed with his eyes closed, suddenly spoke up, "Are you looking at your cryptic book again?"

Ling Luo hummed in agreement, without even looking up: "Just do a few problems, so I don't forget them if I don't use them for a while."

"My God, Ling Luo." Gu Yang opened his eyes, looking at him with a pained expression. "Your brain has really suffered because of you. You can't even let it rest for a moment while we're in a car. Do you think it's a perpetual motion machine?"

"It's not tired." Ling Luo raised an eyebrow, her answer concise and to the point.

Gu Yang was completely speechless.

He rolled over, turning his back to Ling Luo, and muttered to himself, "You can't communicate with a genius..."

About half an hour later, the car arrived at the Binjiang Hotel.

Fans and reporters also gathered outside the hotel. The show "Sing! Youth" has seen unprecedented popularity due to several amazing performances.

Security personnel led the way, with Li Mingjun protecting Ling Luo. A few minutes later, the group entered the hotel safely, took their room keys, and went upstairs.

"The production team booked a suite, three bedrooms and a living room." Gu Yang swiped the door open, threw his suitcase into the entryway, and said, "You'll stay in the innermost room, it'll be quiet. Mingjun will stay next to you, and I'll stay across the hall. I've already arranged with them that filming will only take place in the public areas and my room, and they absolutely won't disturb you."

"it is good."

Gu Yang could no longer hold on and sank into the living room sofa in a "T" shape, letting out a satisfied sigh: "Finally, I'm alive again. I'm exhausted."

"You rest for a bit, I'll have someone bring the food up. Don't go out today."

As Ling Luo spoke, she pulled her suitcase into the room and quickly took out and put away her toiletries.

When he came out again, Gu Yang was already fast asleep on the sofa, hugging a sofa cushion.

His breathing was even, but his brows were still slightly furrowed.

Ling Luo slowed her pace and stood by the sofa for a while.

He turned around, took Gu Yang's coat from the coat rack next to him, and gently covered him with it.

Li Mingjun checked the entire room and, after confirming there were no problems, came out to see this scene.

He paused for a moment, then followed Ling Luo to his room.