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

Gu Yang drank a few sips of water through the straw to moisten his parched throat and felt a little more alive.

He glared sideways at the seemingly innocent-looking man beside him, feigning seriousness.

Lingluo put down her water glass, picked up the warm porridge next to her, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and brought it to Gu Yang's lips.

Open your mouth.

So Yang turned his head to the other side, showing the back of his head to him in protest.

Ling Luo wasn't annoyed; she simply pushed the spoon forward a little more and laughed, "How can you have energy if you don't eat? Yang Bao wanted to be on top last night, didn't he?"

"You!" Gu Yang turned around abruptly, his face flushed red with shame and indignation.

He opened his mouth to curse, but the spoonful of perfectly warm porridge was fed into his mouth.

The soft, sticky rice porridge, with its delicate fragrance, instantly soothed my empty stomach.

Gu Yang chewed on the words with humiliation, cursing Ling Luo a thousand times in his heart.

That bastard didn't let him succeed, did he?

After being fed a bowl of porridge, Gu Yang finally regained some of his energy.

He leaned lazily against the headboard, watching Ling Luo clear away the dishes.

"Tomorrow is Thursday," Gu Yang reminded him, his voice still a little weak.

Ling Luo continued tidying up: "Yes, I know. Don't worry, the song was given to Binbin a few days ago."

"oh."

  

Ling Luo carried the tray to the bedside, leaned down and kissed his forehead. "You can sleep a little longer. I need to take care of some work. I'll take you to the movies tonight."

"I'm not going. I'm going shopping with my aunt later."

Upon hearing this, Ling Luo realized he'd forgotten to tell Gu Yang.

"My mom has already gone back."

Gu Yang was stunned for a moment, then looked at Ling Luo in disbelief.

Ling Luo's words swirled in my mind several times.

What do you mean by "already gone back"?

Where to go back?

Double celebration?

"Oh my god, why didn't you tell me? Oh no!" Gu Yang said, frantically searching for his phone on the bed. "Auntie rarely comes, and I didn't even see her off. If word gets out, my mom will kill me."

Ling Luo put the tray down again. "I've delivered it. I'll take it to the airport, don't worry."

"Oh, how could you not tell me? What would Auntie think if I didn't deliver it?"

"Will she think I'm being immature? What if she doesn't like me anymore?"

Ling Luo: ......

Ling Luo leaned closer, bringing her ear to Gu Yang's face, and said aggrievedly, "Look, my mom almost twisted my ear off after she found out you couldn't get up."

Gu Yang paused, heard Ling Luo's words, looked at his ear which had already healed, gritted his teeth, reached out, and twisted it back up.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch." Whether it hurt or not, we don't know, but Ling Luo's cries were certainly pitiful.

Gu Yang grunted and released his grip, then kicked Ling Luo, "Get lost."

Ling Luo didn't dare to provoke any bad luck, so she quickly picked up the tray and left.

I finally found my phone in a corner under my pillow.

Looking at the time, I wonder if Ling's mother has gotten off the plane yet.

Gu Yang took a deep breath, paused his finger on the dial key for a moment, and then pressed it.

The call connected quickly, but there was some background noise, including broadcast sounds.

"Hey, Yangyang."

Gu Yang's voice was still a little hoarse as he asked, "Auntie, have you arrived in Shuangqing?"

"What's wrong with your voice? Did that brat bully you again?"

"Auntie, I'm so sorry, I... I overslept today and couldn't see you off."

"Oh dear, I thought it was something serious," Ling's mother laughed heartily on the other end of the line. "It's nothing, it's nothing. Auntie knows you're tired. It's all that Ling Luo's fault; he doesn't know how to care about people at all."

Gu Yang's cheeks flushed instantly again. "No, Auntie, it was me..."

"Alright, stop defending him," Ling's mother interrupted him, her words full of protectiveness. "Sweetie, you should rest well and get plenty of rest. That's the most important thing."

As Gu Yang listened to Ling's mother's gentle yet slightly teasing words of comfort, the heavy weight in his heart finally lifted.

He responded softly, listening to his mother on the other end of the line nagging him to eat on time and not to work too hard.

After hanging up the phone, Gu Yang felt completely relaxed, and all the pent-up frustration in his heart vanished.

He tossed his phone aside, flopped back onto the bed, and pulled the covers over his head.

Although his aunt didn't blame him, this incident... was still so embarrassing!

The next morning, Ling Luo woke up Gu Yang.

"Yang Bao, it's time to go."

Gu Yang opened his eyes groggily, letting Ling Luo dress him and carry him into the bathroom to wash up. His brain was in standby mode the whole time.

He didn't fully wake up until he got into Li Mingjun's car and was hit by the cool breeze coming in through the window.

Gu Yang yawned and mumbled, "By the way, Ling Luo, I'm going to record that casual variety show that Brother Hui got for me last time on Saturday."

Upon hearing this, Ling Luo took out her phone and opened Gu Yang's schedule.

This month has been quite busy. Gu Yang participated in "Leisurely Weekend" on Saturday, and next Sunday is the opportunity for him and "Treasure Hunt" to perform together on stage.

In addition to these two programs, there are also interviews, endorsements, details of the new album recording, and so on.

"I'll go with you."

"I knew you wouldn't let me go alone when you're free, hehe."

Ling Luo shut down the computer, put it away, and then pulled Gu Yang into her arms. "There's a drama festival at the end of the month. This month has been a bit busy. Thank you for your hard work, Yang Bao."

"I have more free time than many celebrities."

After chatting for a few minutes, Gu Yang leaned on Ling Luo's shoulder and took out his phone to start browsing Weibo.

Today's "New Voices Creative Camp" is a counterattack, with unprecedented popularity.

The discussion in the supertopic has been going on for ages, with all sorts of predictions and analyses popping up everywhere.

[The ambush! It's finally here! My greatsword is itching for a fight!]

[Le Hong paired with Ling Luo, Lu Yanan with Qin Hanwen, He Ru with Nan Ye'an—the production team knows how to create drama with these pairings.]

[Le Hong was the top songwriter in the previous competition; his songwriting is both steady and ruthless. Ling Luo is probably going to meet a tough opponent this time.]

[To the person upstairs: Don't belittle yourselves by praising others. When has our Teacher Luomu ever lost? Just wait and see the show.]

As Gu Yang looked at these comments, his finger unconsciously swiped across the screen.

He wasn't worried that Ling Luo would lose. He just felt that Ling Luo had been too busy lately, dealing with things in the US, handling family matters, and now facing such a high-intensity competition.

Compared to Ling Luo, he was practically on vacation.

The car smoothly drove into the TV station's underground parking lot.

As soon as they got off the bus, they saw that Suo Binbin and his group of singers were already waiting for them.

"Brother Yang! Teacher Ling!" Ba Meng and Suo Binbin's eyes lit up when they saw them, and they quickly came to greet them.

Today, So wore a modified performance outfit with Russian elements. The collar and cuffs of his white shirt were embroidered with exquisite red patterns, making him look energetic and handsome.

"How are the preparations going?" Ling Luo nodded and asked casually.

Suo Binbin immediately straightened his back and patted his chest: "Don't worry, Teacher Ling, there's absolutely no problem!"

The group chatted as they walked backstage.

The backstage area was busier and more tense than ever before.

The staff were in a hurry, and the artists and assistants coming and going all had serious expressions on their faces.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

"Ling Luo, over here."

Qin Hanwen and Nan Ye'an were standing together. When they saw them, they waved.