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

After treating the wounds, the group returned to the hotel, and Ling Luo sent Gu Yang back to his room.

He then led Li Mingjun to his room, closed the door, and then turned on the tablet that Li Mingjun had handed him.

The video footage was somewhat dim; it was from a corridor security camera.

"Was that really an accident?" Ling Luo's voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

"Based on the existing evidence, it is indeed so. We checked, and the light has been broken for some time; there are no signs of deliberate tampering."

Ling Luo didn't speak, but swiped her finger across the screen, dragging the progress bar back to the beginning, and watched it again.

In the video, Gu Yang practically burst through the door, his face visibly panicked. He looked around frantically, like a headless fly, and when he reached the scene of the incident, he subconsciously glanced down at his phone screen.

In that one second of looking down, he didn't notice a piece of sheet metal used to hold the light fixture protruding from the wall, and his arm slid straight across it.

Ling Luo's gaze was fixed on the lower right corner of the surveillance video, where a string of constantly changing numbers represented the time he had been talking to his mother.

So, when Gu Yang called and found no one was answering, he panicked like this?

Is he so... insecure right now?

Ling Luo pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on, and his right hand began to tremble slightly again. He subtly slipped his hand into his pocket, using the fabric to conceal the slight shiver.

"I understand. Thank you for your hard work. Go and get some rest."

"Mr. Ling, you're too kind."

After Li Mingjun left, the room became completely quiet.

Ling Luo sat quietly for a few minutes before taking out her phone and calling Gu Yang's agent, Brother Li.

"Brother Li, hello, I'm Ling Luo."

A warm voice immediately came from the other end of the phone: "Oh, Mr. Ling! I know, I know, is there something you need?"

"I'd like to ask when the assistant you picked for Gu Yang last time will arrive?"

Brother Li on the other end was clearly taken aback: "Huh? I already showed it to Gu Yang, didn't he tell you? That kid, I thought he had discussed it with you."

Ling Luo's eyes darkened.

Gu Yang never mentioned this matter.

  

His expression remained calm, and his voice was steady: "Understood, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Ling Luo still couldn't figure it out. Why didn't Gu Yang mention the assistant? This time in Haishi, there were only the three of them; even the stylist arrived later.

Ling Luo got up and walked towards Gu Yang's room.

As he passed the sofa, he paused, then casually picked up Nuonuo, who was curled up asleep in the blanket, and carried her to the door.

The door wasn't locked; it opened with a push.

Gu Yang was indeed lying on the bed, his phone lying horizontally, the intense sound effects of the game filling the entire room.

His eyes lit up the moment he saw who it was, and his gaze was fixed precisely on the little thing in Ling Luo's arms: "Oh, my Nuonuo, come here, let Daddy hug you."

Ling Luo: "..."

Why does this person always like to take the initiative verbally?

He shook his head helplessly, handed Nuonuo over, and then sat down on the edge of the bed.

Gu Yang pulled Nuonuo into his arms, then glued his hands back to his phone, his eyes fixed on the screen. Without looking up, he asked, "What? Missed me?"

Ling Luo ignored his banter and said directly, "Gu Yang, Brother Li said he's assigned you an assistant."

"Huh? Oh, right, there is such a thing." Gu Yang replied casually, his fingers tapping rapidly on the screen.

Ling Luo's temples throbbed: "I'm asking why your assistant didn't come along this time."

"Oh, this," Gu Yang finally managed to look away from the screen, glanced at him, and then quickly looked back, saying matter-of-factly, "Aren't you here? I'll give her a few days off first. Anyway, with you here, who needs an assistant?"

"So I've become your assistant?" Ling Luo joked.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yang paused in his operation.

Dr. Fu's voice suddenly rang in my mind: "We retrieved his medical records from childhood to adulthood and discovered that he has suffered from depression since he was a child, but the trigger has never been found. He has always managed it very well, but this time, the experiment may have failed, triggering his condition. We suggested he receive both medication and psychotherapy, but he seems unwilling to talk about what happened in the past. If you have time, you could spend more time with him..."

Who would have thought that a child prodigy would suffer from depression?

Ling Luo must have had a very painful childhood.

Gu Yang felt a sharp, tingling pain in his chest, as if something had gently pricked him. But it was only for a moment; he continued tapping on his phone as if nothing had happened.

"Anyway, I don't care. If Mingjun hadn't been invited by you, I would have given him a day off." Gu Yang finished speaking, chuckled, tossed aside his phone, and leaned closer, almost whispering in Ling Luo's ear, "Ling Luo, it's just the two of us here. Tell me, does this count as a romantic getaway?"

The warm breath brushed against her earlobe, and Ling Luo froze, her eyes flashing with panic as she instinctively tried to dodge.

He pursed his lips tightly, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a few words through his teeth: "...Nonsense."

After saying that, Ling Luo, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, said somewhat awkwardly, "You should rest first," and then strode away.

"Old-fashioned!"

Gu Yang watched his retreating figure and muttered to himself. Looking down at his phone again, he saw the word "Failure" displayed in large letters on the screen, which made him so angry that he logged off and turned off his phone.

"This lousy game, I'm not playing it anymore!"

He scratched his hair in frustration, then looked down and saw Nuonuo in his arms with an innocent look on her face. He held her up to his eyes and accused her with her round eyes.

"Look at your dad, not only is he a coward, he's a complete shut-in, humph!"

Gu Yang pouted and angrily ruffled Nuonuo's fur, which he had kicked so badly that it was now pockmarked.

……

The program officially began the next day.

Each contestant was provided with a private live streaming room, and the entire process, from waking up to finishing, was broadcast live.

Early in the morning, the production crew was already waiting at the door with their equipment.

The door opened, and it was Ling Luo who opened it again.

The production crew was used to it; after all, he had opened the door three times in total. Following established practice, the camera would automatically avoid showing his face.

But today, Ling Luo didn't step aside as usual.

He stood there at the door, dressed in simple black casual clothes, looking calmly at the camera.

The photographer's lens instinctively paused.

It was this momentary pause that allowed Ling Luo's face, which had never been clearly seen in public before, to be fully exposed to all the viewers in the live stream.

After three seconds of silence, the live stream chat exploded.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Who am I? Where am I?! Why is there such a clear photo of Ling Luo in front of me?!]

Wait a minute! Did the production team really go all out this time? Ling Luo, who hadn't officially appeared before, suddenly showed up on camera so abruptly?!

[Aaaaaaah, production team, I love you! Don't move the camera! Let me see it just one more time! Just one more time!]

[The Yang Yao Ling Gua pairing is real! They're living together now! I declare, from today onwards, I'm the number one fan of the Yang Yao Ling Gua CP! Their looks! A perfect match!]

[Bullshit, the Luoyang couple is the only real one, I don't recognize any others.]