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

Meanwhile, the Gu Yang family welcomed the program crew.

"Come in, come in!" Gu Yang warmly welcomed them through the door.

As soon as we entered the foyer, the host exclaimed "Wow!" in an exaggerated manner.

"I never expected this, Gu Yang! You're truly a hidden talent! This location, this huge detached villa—it's not something you can just buy casually!"

While it's not uncommon for celebrities to live in luxury homes, it's rather intriguing that a relatively unknown, obscure artist would live in such a place.

Gu Yang scratched his head. He had originally planned to rent an apartment outside as a filming location, but then he thought that it was best not to create a persona so easily.

If his identity as a young master from a prominent family in Beijing is exposed in the future, wouldn't his current persona of a "poor and struggling musician" collapse like a snow-capped mountain?

"Take all the photos you want, just pretend I don't exist."

The host smiled and agreed. His gaze swept across the room and he noticed that besides Gu Yang's shoes, there was a pair of clean white slippers neatly arranged by the door.

"Huh? Gu Yang, is there someone else at your house?"

"Oh, those belong to my friend. He went out today," Gu Yang explained readily. "No need to change your shoes, come in."

The host led the filming crew into the living room and was shocked once again.

"Wow, a boy's house is so neat and clean. It's obvious that the owner loves life."

"No, no, it's just so-so," Gu Yang said modestly.

In his heart, he was complaining, "Who told Ling Luo to be so observant?"

If the books are placed even slightly crooked, he can immediately straighten them for you.

The living room on the first floor is simple and elegant, nothing much to photograph. The second floor is the bedroom, but Lingluo's room is inconvenient to enter.

After thinking for a moment, Gu Yang led the person to the third floor and pushed open a door.

"Ta-da! This is my music room! This one has the best soundproofing; no matter how much I make a fuss in here, it won't disturb the neighbors."

As soon as he finished speaking, the host and the cameraman both gasped.

In the huge room, there was a dazzling array of musical instruments, including pianos, drum kits, basses, guitars, and many of them so professional that they couldn't even name them.

The host's eyes widened, and his voice trembled slightly: "These instruments...you...you can play them all?"

This music room is big enough to host a small concert.

Some of the musical instruments were ones that the host had only seen on television and were never seen in real life before.

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"No, I don't know how to play most of these instruments. It's purely a personal hobby; I enjoy collecting them."

Gu Yang scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly: "Look, this dombra and this dutar, I brought them back from my trip to Xincheng. I almost starved to death in Xincheng trying to buy these two treasures."

He decided to travel on a shoestring budget on a whim, without bringing any bank cards with him, and transferred 20,000 yuan to his phone as all his belongings.

As a result, he fell in love with the two instruments at first sight and spent 15,000 yuan on them.

When he returned, he looked sallow and thin, and his agent thought he had been kidnapped and exploited by some rich woman.

Although it was the cheapest of all his instruments, it was of great significance.

After introducing almost all the precious items in the music room, the group had just come out when they heard the sound of the door being unlocked downstairs.

Gu Yang's eyes lit up, and he ran downstairs in a few quick steps.

"You're back!"

The crew followed behind, and when they saw Ling Luo's face clearly, their eyes shone even brighter than Gu Yang's.

That face, that aura...

The host, caught in his professional instincts, immediately tried to poach the person: "Is this also an artist? May I ask who you are?"

"Ah, no, no," Gu Yang quickly stepped in front of the camera, waving his hand and saying, "He's my friend, not someone in the industry. By the way, please don't take pictures of his face, please."

The host felt a pang of regret, but still nodded professionally; she understood the rules of the industry.

"Hello." Ling Luo greeted everyone while carrying her things. Her voice was cool but polite.

"Hello, hello, please rest assured, we will not take photos without the consent of the person involved."

"Mm." Ling Luo nodded.

Gu Yang then jumped over with peace of mind, naturally took the shopping bag from Ling Luo's hand, and opened it to take a look.

"Hey, don't you already have a phone? Why are you buying another one?"

Ling Luo didn't explain further and placed the computer on the living room table.

"Use a different one."

The old cell phones were issued by the research institute, and the security level was extremely high; the information on them was regularly checked. Now that I'm no longer in that environment, using them is really inconvenient.

Gu Yang didn't think too much about it, and opened the phone box on his own, muttering to himself:

"Perfect, you don't even have a green bubble, I'll give you another one. You're practically a caveman now."

As he spoke, Gu Yang picked up his new phone and started fiddling with it.

Ling Luo let him do as he pleased, and carried the groceries into the kitchen herself.

After dinner in the evening, the production crew left satisfied.

Exhausted after a long day, Gu Yang collapsed onto the sofa, like a salted fish that had lost its dreams.

"I take back what I said earlier. This is not a wonderful life at all. Running a business is more tiring than doing ten exam papers."

Ling Luo dried the water droplets on her hands, sat down next to Gu Yang, turned on the newly bought computer, and began installing the necessary software.

"By the way, I've got Green Bubble all set up for you. Anyone want to add me?" Gu Yang handed over his phone.

Ling Luo glanced at it, remained silent for a moment, and then put the phone back on the table.

"no."

"Alright," Gu Yang said, not surprised. "Then remember this: the only handsome guy in your contact list is me. Don't forget that."

He stretched and stood up: "I'm going to the third floor to practice singing. Message me if you need anything."

Ling Luo nodded, and Gu Yang hummed an off-key tune as he skipped upstairs.

The living room fell silent again. Ling Luo thought for a moment, then picked up the old cell phone and dialed a number.

The phone rang only twice before it was quickly answered.

"Ling Luo?" Old Zhou's voice came with surprise and urgency.

Ling Luo held her phone, her lips moved slightly, and finally she let out a soft sigh: "Teacher, I bought a new computer and a new phone. The computer's serial number is: LXxxxxxxx. The phone's serial number is..."

"I understand, I'll report it to my superiors." Old Zhou replied, pausing for a moment, then adding a touch of concern in his voice: "Are you... doing alright out there?"

"I'm fine, teacher, don't worry."

"Okay, that's good. I haven't had a break in so many years, so treat this time as a long vacation, okay?"

"I understand, thank you, teacher." Ling Luo paused for two seconds before revealing her purpose: "Teacher, I want to work in the entertainment industry for a while."

Upon hearing this, Old Zhou's voice instantly turned somber: "The entertainment industry?"

"Um."

"Nonsense! You're a researcher; casually revealing your appearance will be detrimental to your future work. Besides, your research direction isn't ready for public announcement yet."