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

Around 1 a.m., the group returned to the hotel with the stray dog ​​they had found.

"Fortunately, Nuonuo is alright." Gu Yang carefully placed the little one on the sofa.

Upon hearing this name, Ling Luo raised her hand and pinched the bridge of her nose hard.

Headache.

At the pet hospital, Gu Yang almost blurted out that he would name the male dog "Nono" without much thought.

How could he think this name sounds nice? Nuonuo, Luoluo, I can't tell them apart.

"He's alright now. Go take a shower and go to bed. You need to get up early tomorrow for your makeup and hair," Ling Luo said, glancing at the little dog. "I'll take care of it."

"No, I slept too much this afternoon, I'm wide awake now." Gu Yang plopped down on the sofa, reached out, and casually stroked the puppy's soft fur.

"It's 1:30 AM now, and we have a fitting and rehearsal tomorrow. Don't you realize that?"

Ling Luo narrowed his eyes, stepped forward, grabbed Gu Yang's wrist, and without a word, dragged him off the sofa and into the room.

"Go take a shower first, then go to sleep."

Gu Yang was startled by his stubbornness, shrank his neck, and still wanted to look at the puppy on the sofa through Ling Luo's shoulder.

"Okay," he reluctantly replied, glancing back every few steps, "Then remember to feed it something, and put some goat milk in the bowl; the vet said it's nutritious."

"And the dog bed should be made softer..."

Gu Yang counted on his fingers, reciting each item one by one, but Ling Luo suddenly let go of him, turned around and walked out.

"Bang!"

The door was slammed shut, leaving Gu Yang alone in the room, lost in thought.

He stared blankly at the closed door, completely bewildered.

What's wrong with Ling Luo today? She's acting like she's on fire, her moods are so unpredictable.

He scratched his head, puzzled, but still obediently went into the bathroom.

In the living room, Ling Luo walked back to the sofa and looked down at the little dog curled up in a ball.

The little guy was very clean and smelled of shower gel, but his fur was shaved unevenly, making him look a bit pitiful.

Ling Luo sat down on the single sofa next to him, staring at it without moving. Her eyes were unfocused, as if she was looking at someone through the little dog, or as if she was simply daydreaming.

It was a long time before he snapped back to reality, when the puppy Nono staggered over and rubbed its little head against the back of his hand.

Are you hungry?

He asked softly, got up and prepared some warm water to soak dog food and goat milk for Nuonuo, and then disassembled and laid out the newly bought dog bed.

He half-squatted on the ground, watching Nuonuo bury her head in her bowl and eat with relish, and spoke softly.

"Since you ate my food, you have to protect him for me from now on, understand?"

Her voice was as soft as a breeze. After speaking, Ling Luo reached out and patted the puppy's head before getting up and returning to her room.

  

I took a shower, went to bed, and my consciousness sank into my memory palace to continue practicing the piano.

During this time, he successively improved his guitar skills to level A, his guzheng skills to level B+, and now it's his turn to learn piano. With top-notch teachers, his learning efficiency is advancing by leaps and bounds.

……

The next morning, Gu Yang, who had stayed up late, was indeed unable to get up. After calling him for half an hour, Ling Luo had no choice but to forcibly dig him out of bed.

Today, Gu Yang is doing makeup and styling for his new song "Luzhou Moon". There will be a rehearsal this afternoon, and the show will officially begin tomorrow.

The clothing was a Tang-style round-necked robe that had been ordered long ago. It was white with a few green bamboos embroidered in light blue silk thread. The bamboo leaves were sparse and seemed to be able to move with the wind at any time.

In the dressing room, Ling Luo sat quietly to the side, watching the makeup artist Tony apply makeup to Gu Yang's face, occasionally glancing down at the documents on the tablet.

Two hours later, Ling Luo looked up again.

Gu Yang's makeup was complete. His base makeup was whiter than usual, giving off a warm, jade-like quality. His eye makeup was light; he only used light brown eyeshadow to create a subtle shadow on his eyelids, which made his lively eyes appear more profound.

Seemingly sensing Ling Luo's gaze, Gu Yang immediately turned his head, grinned, and revealed two rows of neat, white teeth.

"Ling Luo, what do you think? Handsome, right?"

That smile instantly vanished all the warmth and gentleness from before, leaving only a foolish look.

"You'd look even more handsome if you straightened your teeth," Ling Luo commented.

The makeup, combined with Gu Yang's smile, looked very incongruous.

Gu Yang immediately stopped smiling, pouted in dissatisfaction, and finally stopped laughing.

Ling Luo shook her head helplessly, took out a thermos from her bag, unscrewed the lid and handed it over: "Drink some water to soothe your throat, and don't be nervous later."

Gu Yang had just taken a sip when a staff member gently knocked on the door of the dressing room: "Teacher Gu Yang, you can get ready, it's your turn to rehearse soon."

Gu Yang, with water still in his mouth, nodded quickly upon hearing this, swallowed it with a gulp, and stood up, saying, "Ling Luo, I'm going now."

Ling Luo hummed in agreement.

But Gu Yang didn't move. He stood there watching him with bright, sparkling eyes.

Ling Luo looked up, puzzled. "What's wrong?"

Gu Yang chuckled, took a few steps closer to him, and lowered his voice: "Lend me some luck so my rehearsal goes smoothly."

"...How do I borrow it?" Ling Luo asked, puzzled, and stood up instinctively.

Yang remained silent.

He stepped forward, so close that Ling Luo could see the number of his eyelashes. He stared straight into Ling Luo's eyes, and then, before Ling Luo could react, he reached out and wrapped his arms around Ling Luo's waist, hooking them together behind his back.

A tight hug.

Gu Yang raised his chin and rested it on Ling Luo's shoulder, turning his face slightly to the side. His warm breath sprayed all over Ling Luo's earlobe, making it both itchy and numb.

With a loud "boom".

Ling Luo's mind went blank for a moment, and her heart pounded wildly in her chest like a runaway horse, almost jumping out of her throat.

All the restraint was shattered at this moment.

He gripped the seam of his trousers tightly, veins bulging on his arms, using all his strength to prevent himself from making any unnecessary movements.

In less than three breaths, Gu Yang suddenly released him, took a step back, but avoided Ling Luo's gaze, and said with a smile, "That way you can borrow it."

After saying that, he turned and ran, like a smug fox.

Ling Luo was left frozen in place, the sound of that person's breath and heartbeat still lingering in her ears, unable to move for a long time.

In the dressing room, Tony and his assistants looked at each other, their eyes blazing with barely suppressed gossip.

Tony was the first to react. He gave his assistants a wink, and they immediately understood. They crouched down, tiptoed, and slipped out like thieves.

The door was gently closed, shutting out all the noise.

The huge dressing room was suddenly empty except for Ling Luo.

The air around seemed to still carry the refreshing, light fragrance of Gu Yang.

Ling Luo slowly raised her hand, her fingertips hovering in mid-air, and finally gently touched her earlobe.

It was scalding hot there, with a tingling sensation, as if the warmth of the old sun still lingered.

He kept those turbulent thoughts firmly buried deep in his heart, sealed them away with the thickest layer of ice, and dared not reveal a single one.

But Gu Yang shattered that solid ice into pieces with just one hug.

His emotions, suppressed for many years, found an outlet, almost burning his reason to ashes.

A surge of elation welled up from the deepest part of his heart, but he quickly suppressed it.

No!

Ling Luo, don't hurt him.

All the strength in his body was instantly drained away. He staggered and fell heavily onto the sofa behind him with a thud.

He raised his hands and rubbed his burning face vigorously, trying to use the pain to bring back a sliver of clarity.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and when I opened them again, the struggle and turmoil in my eyes had been forcibly smoothed out, leaving only deathly silence.

He didn't linger; he opened the door and practically fled.