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

Surrounded by fans, Ling Luo and the others returned to the hotel.

Gu Yang kicked off his shoes, scooped up Nuonuo who was spinning around his feet, and pounced on the soft sofa like a hungry tiger, collapsing into a ball, not wanting to move at all.

Ling Luo followed behind, shook her head helplessly, bent down to arrange the shoes he had kicked around, and then walked over.

He took a waterproof bag out of his suitcase, squatted down, and carefully bandaged the wound on Gu Yang's arm.

"Go take a shower, get some rest today, and go back tomorrow afternoon."

Gu Yang buried his head in the cushion, his voice muffled: "Mmm..."

After working non-stop for ten hours in the studio, under the constant scrutiny of countless cameras, he felt completely drained and didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

Just as Ling Luo was about to get up, Gu Yang suddenly reached out his good hand and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Ah, I'm too weak, I can't walk anymore..." He rolled over, lying on his back, his eyes darting around, and grinned at Ling Luo, "How about... you help me wash?"

Ling Luo froze as she stood up, nearly losing her balance in fright.

He quickly regained his balance, his ears visibly burning, and rebuked with a stern face, "Nonsense!"

Before the words were even finished, the person seemed to be chased by something and quickly hid in their room, even closing the door tightly.

"cut."

Gu Yang pursed his lips, sighed listlessly, resignedly picked up Nuonuo, got up, and went back to his room to take a shower.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the French windows, casting bright spots of light on the carpet.

  

Ling Luo had already packed her luggage and was leisurely stuffing snacks and water into a backpack in the living room.

He remained calm, as if the person who fled in panic last night was not him at all.

"Haa—"

Gu Yang yawned as he staggered out of the room, his messy hair sticking up like a bird's nest. He was wearing a hotel bathrobe loosely draped over his shoulders, the belt tied casually, revealing a small patch of his clearly defined collarbone.

He squinted and moved closer to Ling Luo, extending his uninjured hand and lazily draping it over Ling Luo's shoulder, resting half his weight on it.

"Good morning, Teacher Ling." His voice, still slightly husky and magnetic from just waking up, brushed against Ling Luo's ear with his warm breath. "Did you sleep well last night? Did you have any strange dreams?"

Ling Luo paused almost imperceptibly while packing her things, then continued as if nothing had happened, without even looking up: "No. If you don't hurry, you'll miss the check-out time."

"Really not?" Gu Yang persisted, bringing his head even closer, almost touching Ling Luo's cheek. He lowered his voice, a mischievous chuckle in the end, "Like... dreaming about helping some poor, handsome guy with an injured arm take a bath or something..."

"Guyang".

Ling Luo finally stopped, turned around, and looked at him seriously.

His expression was serious, but his eyes were calm.

But Gu Yang noticed with his sharp eyes that the fair earlobe was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

Pretend! Keep pretending!

Gu Yang was secretly overjoyed, but his expression instantly switched to a wronged mode: "Sigh, it seems I was just being presumptuous. Of course, how could a detached and abstinent old cadre like Teacher Ling have such a dream? I'd better go clean it up myself; this arm, it hurts like hell..."

He muttered to himself as he slowly turned around, but as soon as he took a step, his wrist was grabbed.

Ling Luo's voice carried a hint of resigned helplessness: "There's breakfast on the table, eat first."

Gu Yang looked at his bright red ears, said "Oh" with satisfaction, and obediently sat down at the dining table.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Zhang Minghui and Suo Binbin arrived, both with excited yet exhausted expressions on their faces, their eyes dark and swollen, clearly having been excited all night without sleep.

"Teacher Ling! Gu Yang!" Suo Binbin shouted excitedly as soon as she entered the room, "Have you seen Weibo? It's exploded! It's completely exploded!"

Zhang Minghui followed behind, carrying several breakfasts. Seeing the food already laid out on the table, he smiled sheepishly, "We thought you might not have eaten yet, so we brought some. Teacher Ling, Gu Yang, look at your phones, it's really...unbelievable!"

Gu Yang had been itching to get started, and upon hearing this, he immediately took out his phone and opened Weibo.

The next second, his breath hitched.

Before the opening screen could even load, a huge entry was smeared all over his face, a deep red that was almost purple, followed by a burning "Explode" character.

#The Curtain Falls on the Sealing of Gods#

His fingers were trembling slightly as he clicked on it.

The comments section has gone completely crazy.

[Holy crap! Two bombshells in one night! "Never Left" and "Luzhou Moon," one a roar of defiance against fate, the other a deep-seated homesickness—were these written by the same person?!]

[Teacher Luomu, my God! I've already kowtowed to you on Weibo! I promise to check in every day and never urge you to update! Please, please look at my brother!]

[Previously: Who is the one who brought down the curtain? Now: Who is the one who brought down the curtain?! The former is a question, the latter is shock! This creative ability is simply inhuman!]

Anyone else like me, spending all night studying "Never Left," only to wake up this morning to be driven crazy by the analysis video of "Luzhou Moon"? Now not only is my throat swollen, but my eyes are too!

Besides this overview entry, the following long list of trending topics was almost entirely dominated by last night's program.

#Guyang's 1368 points is unprecedented#

#Zhang Minghui has never left, and his ten-year-old fans are thrilled#

#Commentary on Xiao Ruqian's Public Lectures#

#Zhuo Yanwang apologizes to the players#

#A perfect score for my hometown#

#QiHanze, give me a way out#

#Sing! Boys viewership breaks records#

#Dreams in delivery boxes, farewell letters under streetlights#

Clicking on each entry reveals a deluge of discussions and praise.

Especially Xiao Ruqian's post, he really worked through the night to write a long analysis of "Luzhou Moon" that was 5,000 words long. From the allusions to the music arrangement, from the imagery to the emotions, the analysis was incisive and insightful.

This article was directly forwarded by literature professors from major universities, and even praised by official cultural media, who called it "a perfect fusion of popular and classical music, setting a new benchmark for the cultural connotation of modern popular music."

A song, overnight, went from the entertainment section to the culture section.

Gu Yang stared in disbelief, his fingers stiffening as he scrolled through his phone screen, feeling as if he were dreaming.

"Minghui, your song 'Never Left' topped the charts on Tencent, NetEase, and Kugou music platforms just one minute ago!" Suo Binbin excitedly pointed to his phone, his voice trembling.

Upon seeing this, Gu Yang quickly switched to the page and clicked in. He immediately exclaimed in surprise, "My God, the comments have exceeded 100,000! Many of your old fans have come back and are leaving messages on your Weibo, asking you to open a fan group!"

"I...I...what should I do?"

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