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

Ling Luo's voice lowered, "I didn't tell you then because you had a fever, and I couldn't say in front of a patient that I was your savior. I didn't tell you then because I was afraid you would feel burdened."

"...Back in high school, for a whole year, I kept my mouth shut tighter than anyone else."

Ling Luo pursed his lips; this was indeed his fault.

When he met Gu Yang in his first year of high school, he didn't have a chance to bring it up at first.

Later, there were indeed several opportunities, but I let them slip away because of what I considered to be my own despicable thoughts.

"Feed? Is it stuck?" Gu Yang asked, looking closely at Ling Luo as she remained motionless.

Ling Luo chuckled softly, "No, I didn't say it at the time because I was afraid it would burden you."

"A burden?" Gu Yangqi laughed. "Am I the kind of person who doesn't repay kindness? Besides, how old were we back then? Could I possibly repay you with my body?"

"……Can."

"You're kidding me!" Gu Yang was so choked by his shameless reply that he almost couldn't breathe. "You... you're a liar! Even more despicable than Zhang Dalin."

"You've been lying to me since you were ten! For ten years you haven't uttered a single word about it. Hmph, tell me, how many more things are you hiding from me?"

"It's just work-related stuff," Ling Luo replied quickly, as always.

"I don't believe you!" Gu Yang shouted, but then felt his voice lacked conviction.

He seems... to have actually believed it.

"Ling Luo," he said sullenly.

"Um."

  

Why... are you so good to me?

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, so long that Gu Yang thought the signal had been cut off again.

Just as he was about to say "feed", Ling Luo's voice slowly came.

"It's only natural to treat you well."

Gu Yang: "..."

"Smooth talker. My flight is tomorrow morning."

"Okay, I'll come pick you up. Are you hungry?" Ling Luo's voice was filled with obvious laughter.

"Uh, a bit. Let me tell you, today's program had a lot of games, they were so much fun! You can come and play sometime if you have time. Also, the teachers on this program are all really nice, there's never a dull moment."

Gu Yang shrank under the covers, leaned against the headboard, and chatted casually with Ling Luo.

A short while later, Ling Luo reminded him, "Yang Bao, open the door and get the takeout."

"Did you order for me?" Gu Yang said, then heard a knock on the door. Looking through the peephole, he saw it was the hotel receptionist.

After bringing in the takeout, Gu Yang muttered, "If you keep feeding me like this, I might get a beer belly when I get older, and if I also have a receding hairline... you definitely won't be able to bring yourself to eat me."

Ling Luo raised an eyebrow: "No."

He has a light screen store; releasing more songs would solve the problem.

Hearing Ling Luo say this, Gu Yang started thinking about maintaining his figure, skincare, and haircare.

I took a sip of the porridge; it was fragrant and delicious. The food in Xingcheng is quite tasty, and the flavor is similar to that of Shuangqing.

Ling Luo checked the time; it was almost midnight.

"Yangbao, when you come back, come with me to meet my teacher."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yang's hand holding the spoon trembled, and he looked at Ling Luo on his phone in disbelief: "This...this suddenly?"

When he went to Tsinghua University to find Ling Luo last time, he caught a glimpse of her from afar, and his teacher didn't seem very happy at the time.

Although Ling Luo said that his teacher wouldn't object, not objecting doesn't mean he likes it.

"The teacher mentioned you today, so I'd like to take you to formally pay a visit to Professor Zhou before I go abroad."

"During these years at the research institute, Professor Zhou took good care of me. Yangbao, what do you think?"

Gu Yang thought that Ling Luo meant going abroad to compete after winning the "New Voice Creative Camp" competition. He pondered for a moment and nodded, "Okay, then see when Teacher Zhou is available? What does Teacher Zhou like? I'll prepare in advance."

"I'll call and make an appointment."

Gu Yang thought for a moment, still a little worried, "Won't your teacher... like me? After all, I'm an artist, and a man."

The entertainment industry and the research institute... two completely unrelated fields.

The last time at the gate of Tsinghua University, the way Professor Zhou looked at him was hardly friendly.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone before Ling Luo spoke: "The teacher doesn't dislike you, he's just worried about me."

I worry that he will be blinded by the glitz and glamour of the entertainment industry, that he will neglect his important work, and that he will regret not having offspring.

Yang understood.

Old Zhou had high hopes for Ling Luo.

"Okay, I understand." Gu Yang felt reassured. "I'll prepare the gift. Send me a list of Teacher Zhou's preferences tomorrow."

"it is good."

The two chatted for a while longer, until Gu Yang finished eating, brushed his teeth, lay down on the bed, and drifted off to sleep. Only then did Ling Luo hang up the phone.

The next morning, after a night's rest, Gu Yang boarded the plane back to Beijing full of energy.

After the plane landed, Gu Yang went through the VIP channel, where Ling Luo was waiting for him at the end.

Gu Yang spotted the figure standing out from the crowd at a glance.

Ling Luo wore a simple black trench coat, her posture was upright, and her temperament was aloof.

He stood quietly at the exit, his gaze fixed precisely on Gu Yang.

Eyes facing each other.

Gu Yang pulled down his hat brim, quickened his pace, and pushed his suitcase toward him.

"You're back." Ling Luo naturally took the suitcase from his hand.

"I brought you some local specialties," Gu Yang replied, and followed him outside.

"Are you tired?"

"It's alright," Gu Yang glanced at him, "I'm just a little hungry and want to eat durian."

Ling Luo paused, turned to look at him, a hint of a smile in her eyes: "Okay, I'll drive it when we get home."

When I got home, the rich aroma of the king of fruits hit me as soon as I opened the door.

On the coffee table in the living room, two huge durians lay side by side, with a beautifully packaged keyboard box placed neatly next to them.

Nono was curiously circling around the two big, spiky creatures, occasionally sticking out her paws to probe them before quickly retracting them.

"Wow, quite a show of force." Gu Yang changed his shoes, walked to the coffee table, crossed his arms, and pretended to scrutinize him. "Mr. Ling, tell me, which one do you want to kneel on first?"

Ling Luo placed her suitcase in the entryway, walked over, and looked down at him: "Whatever you say."

Gu Yang was amused by his submissive attitude. He cleared his throat, stretched out a finger, and pointed at one of the durians.

"That's it. Go, open it, I want to check the goods."

"Alright, young master, wait here," Ling Luo said without another word, then turned and went into the kitchen.

With swift movements, a large, golden, and plump piece of fruit was peeled out intact in no time, placed in a food storage container, and put in front of Gu Yang.

The smell instantly filled the entire living room.

Gu Yang picked up a piece, took a big bite, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction. The sweet and tender flesh melted on his tongue, and all the fatigue from the journey vanished.

"It's delicious," he mumbled.

Ling Luo took out a tissue and wiped the fruit pulp from the corner of his mouth. "Eat slowly."

After finishing a piece, Gu Yang leaned back on the sofa, completely satisfied.

After Ling Luo finished tidying up and came out, Gu Yang patted the spot next to him.

Ling Luo sat down, and Gu Yang leaned over him, resting his head on his shoulder.