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

Demons.

He read it out word by word, his face full of question marks.

"Demons?" Gu Yang turned to look at Shan Feiyu. "Aren't we supposed to have a mythology theme? Why is there an English song title? And 'Demons' at that?"

What does this have to do with mythology?

Shan Feiyu gave a wry smile and rubbed his temples.

"You think I agreed from the start?" He pointed to Nan Ye'an, who was still working hard. "Ask him, it was all his idea."

Nan Ye'an had just taken off her headphones and stretched when she heard Gu Yang's question.

He turned his chair around and grinned like a cat that had just stolen some fish.

"What's wrong, Xiao Guyang? Does it seem off-topic?"

"It's more than just off-topic!" Gu Yang strode over. "Besides, isn't it too risky for people who don't understand English to listen to English songs?"

"People have to learn to be innovative, don't they?"

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Nan Ye'an nodded in agreement, "Besides, isn't there any other interpretation of the theme of mythology?"

His question stumped Gu Yang.

Another explanation?

Isn't it just a story of gods fighting?

"Isn't the greatest myth just man himself?" Nan Ye'an gave himself the answer, raising a finger and pointing to his own heart.

"Everyone has a demon within them. Desire, jealousy, anger, cowardice... these are our inner demons. Conquer them, and you are a god. Let them devour you, and you are a demon. Isn't this the most profound and universal myth?"

"Demons don't necessarily refer to monsters with horns and wings." Nan Ye'an's expression turned serious. "They can be inner demons, obsessions, or the shadow deep within each person that is their own enemy."

"Every mythological figure has their own 'Demon'."

"Jingwei, driven by hatred; Wukong, who challenged authority; Wukong, who was imprisoned for five hundred years and filled with resentment; even Nuwa, who bore responsibility and sacrificed herself for her people—can you say that these won't become their inner demons?"

Nan Ye'an spoke slowly, but interpreted these myths from a different perspective.

Gu Yang was stunned.

So... it can be done like this?

"Therefore, this song is not about a specific god, but about the 'inner demons' that all those who struggle share," Nan Ye'an concluded. "It's the most universal myth."

Shan Feiyu added from the side, "I'm responsible for filling this concept into the words."

He picked up another printed sheet of paper with English lyrics on it.

Gu Yang leaned closer to take a look.

"When the days are cold,"

"And fold all the cards."

"And the saints we see"

"Are all made of gold?"

Gu Yang blinked, then opened his mouth, nudged Ling Luo sitting beside him, and whispered, "What do you mean?"

Ling Luo almost burst out laughing; the tuition fee had been paid for nothing.

Turning his head, he saw Gu Yang glaring angrily at him. He quickly wiped the smile off his face, coughed, and dutifully began translating.

"When the daylight is chilling to the bone, when all hope is lost, the saints we see are nothing but gilded nothingness."

Gu Yang nodded: "Chinese sounds better."

However, after just a few sentences, the inner turmoil and struggle were palpable.

This word is so reminiscent of Shan Feiyu's style.

It is delicate and full of imagery.

Gu Yang could hardly believe that such a song, full of modern philosophical reflections, was a collaboration between two people with such different styles.

"Then... what about the music?" Gu Yang looked at Nan Ye'an.

Nan Ye'an grinned, unplugged the earphones, and turned up the volume on the speaker.

A powerful and rhythmic electronic synthesizer sound echoed in the room.

Interspersed throughout are eerie sampling sound effects that seem to come from the abyss.

The overall arrangement has an extremely powerful and explosive structure.

But amidst this coldness, a distant melody played by strings faintly appears, carrying a classical pathos.

Modern and classical, cold and hot, despair and hope.

The two completely different styles were blended together by Nan Ye'an, and instead of appearing out of place, they created a wonderful, yet somewhat twisted, sense of harmony.

"How was it?" Nan Ye'an took off her headphones, looking smug.

Gu Yang slowly raised his thumb.

Awesome

This group of people are all incredibly talented!

Ling Luo stood quietly to the side, listening to their discussion.

Only then did he slowly speak.

"Has the singer been chosen?"

Nan Ye'an snapped his fingers: "Of course! This song is perfect for him."

The "he" he was referring to was Yuan Yuezhi, the singer from the group that Shan Feiyu had chosen, who was skilled in bel canto.

"Bel canto?" Gu Yang felt his understanding being challenged once again. "Using bel canto singing...?"

This is outrageous!

"What? He can speak fluent English because he studied in the United States before," Nan Ye'an rolled her eyes. If Gu Yang were to sing this song, not to mention whether he could sing it or not, just the English barrier alone would take who knows how long to get used to it.

"Little Guyang, you should behave well and learn more English."

Otherwise, if Ling Luo goes to the international stage, Gu Yang will have a hard time getting playing time.

He had no idea that Ling Luo would ever use an English song on the international stage.

On such a big international stage, of course we should promote our country's traditions.

This is an opportunity that should not be missed, for it will not come again.

Shan Feiyu nodded in agreement: "We've spoken with Yuan Yuezhi, and he's very willing to give it a try. He has a wide vocal range, and the penetrating power and explosiveness of his voice are very suitable for the chorus of this song."

Ling Luo nodded after listening.

"That's good."

He walked over to Gu Yang and naturally took his hand.

"Now that everything is arranged, let's head back."

"Huh?" Gu Yang was taken aback. "Aren't we going to wait until they're finished?"

"They need to focus." Ling Luo's reasoning was impeccable.

Nan Ye'an waved to them, "Alright, alright, you two should go now, don't hold us up here."

Gu Yang was pulled by Ling Luo as they walked out of the room, looking back every few steps.

The Lingluo Group has a clear division of labor and distinct styles, yet they are perfectly unified in their core spirit.

This hastily assembled team demonstrated astonishing creativity and execution in less than a day.

Gu Yang suddenly realized that Professor Qin Hanwen was probably under a lot of pressure.

In the elevator, Gu Yang finally couldn't help but ask one last question.

"Ling Luo, what's the name of your second song?"

Ling Luo turned her head to look at him, a faint smile curving her lips.

"Want to know?"

"Mhm." Gu Yang nodded vigorously, like he was pounding garlic.

"Then seduce me, and if I'm in a good mood, I'll tell you," Ling Luo chuckled as she leaned close to Gu Yang's ear.

Gu Yang rolled his eyes and gave up.

This person's public image has completely collapsed; it's beyond repair.