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

Not long after, Gu Yang was dragged out of bed with a groan. The group ate a quick breakfast and then headed straight to the production crew.

In the car, Ling Luo opened her phone and entered Zhang Minghui's live stream.

With only a handful of online viewers, and after a decade of being sidelined, the number of fans remaining is extremely small. While coming in third place on "Sing! Youth" brought some buzz, it's ultimately a drop in the ocean.

Lingluo's fingertips unconsciously rubbed together, pondering how to further fuel the fire for this "founding general" of the studio.

The data is so bad that it not only affects the artist, but also damages his reputation as a semi-boss.

Just then, Gu Yang, with his messy hair, sneaked over.

Ling Luo raised her eyelids and expressionlessly moved the phone screen towards him.

"Zhang Minghui?" Gu Yang instantly woke up and became interested. "He's in group three, and he'll be on stage in the first round. If we get our makeup and styling done, we can make it just in time to cheer him on."

Ling Luo nodded: "Then you go get your hair and makeup done first, I'll go check on him."

"Sure," Gu Yang readily agreed, then lowered his voice, his face full of gossip, "I heard that Zhang Minghui was practicing so hard at my brother's studio he was practically out of breath. That sound engineer was probably cursing you to death in his mind."

"Insult me?" Ling Luo raised an eyebrow. "Why would you insult me? It's not like I'm making him sing until he runs out of breath."

"What else could it be?" Gu Yang shrugged. "My brother couldn't find him a suitable vocal coach, so that unfortunate recording engineer was forced to work, doing both the job and the job. Zhang Minghui was working so hard over there, so he had to stay with him. My brother said that guy just bought a folding bed and started sleeping in the practice room."

Therefore, Yang Yue got more and more excited as he spoke.

"My brother was even thinking that in the future, each artist in the studio would have their own practice room, fully equipped with living supplies, a bed, a table, a small refrigerator... a one-stop service, so they could just live at the company."

"I cursed him then and there, calling him a wicked capitalist! I've seen exploitation before, but I've never seen such ruthless exploitation!"

As a result, his brother's words immediately silenced Gu Yang.

"My brother said, 'This sound engineer earns a monthly salary of 100,000, base salary, not including commission.'"

Gu Yang clutched his chest, his expression a mixture of bitterness and regret: "One hundred thousand! Brother Luo, do you think it's too late for me to apply for a janitor job now?"

Ling Luo was amused by him and only commented with two words: "Amazing."

What's impressive isn't just the salary, but also the boldness of Gu Yang's brother.

He had a thought and sent Xing Bo a message.

The evidence chain on Xingchen's side is complete, but now is not the time to close the net. The collapse of one company affects the livelihoods of hundreds or even thousands of employees.

There are plenty of capable and clean people on this wrecked ship, Star. Rather than letting these people sink with the ship, it would be better to prepare lifeboats in advance and, when the time is right, salvage both the people and the ship.

Lost in thought, we arrived at the studio.

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Ling Luo first accompanied Gu Yang to the dressing room. The dressing room was spacious enough for five people, but Gu Yang brought his own styling team, so they were arranged in a corner so as not to affect the others. If the show's makeup artists were too busy, they could go and help out.

Ling Luo glanced around, made arrangements for Gu Yang, and placed warm water beside him. After confirming that everything was in order, he left to find Zhang Minghui.

The dressing room for the three groups was like a battlefield, bustling with noise and filled with the smells of hairspray and cosmetics. Several makeup artists were working non-stop.

Ling Luo walked through the crowd and stood behind Zhang Minghui.

The person in the mirror has clear eyes and looks good.

"How are the preparations going?"

Zhang Minghui, who was letting the makeup artist work on him with his eyes closed, was startled by the voice and turned around: "Luo... Teacher Lingluo?"

Ling Luo nodded to him: "Don't move, let's do the makeup first."

Zhang Minghui then obediently turned back, but his back remained ramrod straight.

"Teacher Ling, what brings you here?"

"Come and take a look." Ling Luo's gaze swept around the dressing room. Several contestants who had already finished their makeup were sitting to the side, some with their eyes closed to rest, others whispering their lines. The atmosphere was tense and anxious.

Zhang Minghui's head was held down by the makeup artist, and he couldn't move, so he could only gesture to the side with his eyes.

There stood a woman in her early thirties wearing a white T-shirt, with shoulder-length short hair, who looked capable and shrewd.

"Ms. Ling, this is the agent the company hired for me, Sister Zhao Ying. Sister Zhao is a top agent in the industry."

Ling Luo reached out her hand, and Zhao Ying quickly stepped forward to grasp it.

"Hello, Teacher Ling, I've heard so much about you." Zhao Ying's smile was very professional, but the scrutiny in her eyes was unmistakable.

"Hello." Ling Luo shook hands with him in return. "Minghui, I'll have to trouble Sister Zhao to take care of you from now on."

Zhao Ying was taken aback; it seemed that this teacher, Luo Mu, treated Zhang Minghui very well.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have entrusted Zhang Minghui to him in such a friendly manner.

In just two seconds, Zhao Ying's mind raced through a thousand thoughts, but her smile remained increasingly polite: "You're too kind. This is just part of my job."

Ling Luo didn't say anything more, and her gaze returned to Zhang Minghui in the mirror.

Very good, you have plenty of energy and spirit.

He doesn't care how he practices normally, but on the day he goes on stage, he absolutely cannot look listless.

It seems that Zhao Ying is very good at adjusting the state of the artists.

"Don't be nervous, just perform normally."

"I know, don't worry, Teacher Ling." Zhang Minghui nodded emphatically. "You and Gu Yang will be watching our group's match, right?"

"Of course," Ling Luo replied. "You get ready, I'll go first."

"Okay, okay, take care, Teacher Ling."

Zhao Ying immediately followed and personally escorted Ling Luo to the door. Only after the figure disappeared at the end of the corridor did she lean against the door frame and let out a long breath.

Just now, Ling Luo stood here with a gentle smile on her face, but the invisible pressure made even someone as used to big scenes as her feel a little breathless.

That wasn't an aura he deliberately projected, but rather a sense of composure and calmness. Moreover, his eyes... seemed to be able to see right through a person, completely unlike what one would expect from someone in their twenties. Instead, they seemed like... someone who had experienced many ups and downs.

Zhao Ying was lost in thought, and soon shook her head. What was she thinking about all day? This teacher, who had just finished teaching, looked to be only in her early twenties.

Recording started promptly at 2 PM.

Ling Luo and Gu Yang sat in the front row of the audience seats.

As the rousing music played, the host, Dong Xuelan, walked onto the stage.

"Ahhh! It's Sister Xuelan!"

Gu Yang, standing beside him, suddenly stood up halfway and clapped his hands loudly, looking like a mood-setting team leader who had been given double pay, drawing frequent glances from those around him.

Ling Luo turned her head with a smile, looking at the overly lively person in front of her.

The host for this regional competition was originally someone else, but the astonishing ratings and buzz surrounding the Beijing competition convinced the production team to make a last-minute decision and promote Dong Xuelan.

The stage lights suddenly came on, and the entire venue fell silent.

Dong Xuelan's sweet voice rang out: "Welcome everyone to the regional competition of 'Sing, Youth!'!"