The dating reality show host just wanted to give up, but the rich girl fell for him.

"Boom—!"

Another thunderclap boomed.

The sky seemed to have been torn open, and torrential rain poured down, instantly engulfing the entire island.

Large raindrops pounded against the window, making a loud, clattering sound that sent shivers down one's spine.

Inside Building A, a sea-view villa.

All the guests were crammed into the spacious and bright living room.

Even when it's pouring rain and wind outside, the temperature here remains a constant 26 degrees Celsius, the lights are on, and the air is filled with the scent of high-end fragrances.

That's the power of money.

"Don't be afraid, everyone."

Zhao Kuo stood in the center of the living room, holding a glass of red wine, and gracefully comforted the still-shaken female guests.

He glanced at the pitch-black night outside the window, a confident smile playing on his lips:

"This villa uses a complete set of German-imported smart home systems."

"Its wind and lightning protection levels are top-notch."

As he spoke, he walked to the large, technologically advanced central control screen on the wall and lightly tapped it with his finger:

"Look, as long as you turn on the 'Rainstorm Defense Mode,' the curtains will close automatically, and the fresh air system will filter out the moisture..."

As he explained, he rapidly swiped his finger across the screen to demonstrate his erudition (which he had just read in the instruction manual).

"The indoor ambient lighting can also be adjusted, so everyone can enjoy themselves even on rainy nights..."

Before he could finish speaking...

There was a strange "sizzle" sound, as if electricity was crackling around.

Followed by.

The screen flickered twice and a plume of black smoke appeared.

next second.

"Snapped!"

The entire Building A was plunged into deathly darkness.

The air conditioner stopped working, the fresh air system went out of order, and even the stereo that was playing jazz music a moment ago stopped abruptly.

Only the thunder outside the window could be heard more clearly.

"ah--!"

Lin Chacha let out a piercing scream:

"My limited edition haute couture dress! Who just stepped on my foot?!"

"It's so dark! I'm afraid of the dark!"

"Brother Zhao Kuo! What's going on? Wasn't it supposed to be top-tier intelligence?"

In the darkness, Zhao Kuo's voice sounded somewhat flustered and exasperated:

"Don't...don't panic! It's probably just a power outage!"

"This damn system, it failed at the crucial moment! It must be due to the unstable voltage caused by the lightning strike!"

"I'll fix it! I have an electrician's license (actually, I got it by taking an elective course in college)!"

At this moment, although the live stream screen was completely black (the infrared camera hadn't switched over yet), the chat was already bursting with laughter.

[Hahaha! Top-tier intelligence? I think it's more like top-tier idiocy!]

[Young Master Zhao's "one-click shutdown" technique is really impressive!]

[Hilarious! They were just praising it as a German import, and now they call it a broken system?]

This is why I don't buy luxury homes—they consume too much electricity. (doge)

Go check on Lin Mo! That dilapidated house in Building C probably got blown away by the wind, right?

The director seemed to have heard the audience's voice.

The camera angle changes instantly.

The scene shifts to the "storage room" in Building C.

Everyone expected to see a tragic scene:

The roof was blown off, the bed was soaked, and Lin Mo huddled against a pillar, shivering in the rain...

however.

The moment the image became clear, the entire internet fell silent.

Inside the dilapidated hut, although it was indeed leaking, the scene was strangely eerie...

Aesthetically pleasing?

Yes, it's beautiful.

Because instead of bright fluorescent lights, a retro kerosene lamp was lit inside the room.

The warm yellow flames danced gently inside the glass dome, casting an oil painting-like effect on the originally mottled walls.

As for leaks?

That's a real leak.

There are at least three places on the roof that are dripping water.

But Lin Mo didn't frantically grab the basin and try to catch the scum.

He placed several earthenware jars and porcelain bowls of different sizes at the leaking spot.

"bite……"

"Thump..."

"clatter……"

Raindrops falling into different containers produced a series of crisp, rhythmic sounds of varying pitches.

It sounded as if someone was striking a set of chimes on a rainy night.

And what about Lin Mo?

He was sitting cross-legged on the only wicker chair, wearing an old coat and holding the iconic large tea mug in his hands.

Steam rose gently from above the teacup.

On the small charcoal stove in front of him (used for brewing tea), the water was bubbling away.

That was the "rootless water" he had just collected in the earthenware jar.

Lin Mo gently blew away the foam, took a sip of hot tea, closed his eyes, and looked completely absorbed.

"Hmm, this tea brewed with rainwater is indeed sweeter than tap water."

"It's just that the rhythm of the leaking roof is a bit off. If it could be fixed a little more, it would be better to make it sound like the musical notes of 'Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zhi, Yu'."

After saying that, he shook his head regretfully, seemingly not very satisfied with this "natural musical instrument".

【？？？？？？？？】

What is he doing? Is he brewing tea while listening to the rain?!

[I'm watching a black screen in my mansion, and he's trying to create some atmosphere in a run-down house?]

[His mentality is amazing! He even turned a leaky roof into a percussion instrument!]

Is this the ultimate form of shirking responsibility? As long as I'm not embarrassed, even a leaky roof is part of the ambiance!

That lamp is so cool! Where's the link? I want to buy it!

The camera cuts back to Building A.

At this point, the infrared camera was already turned on, and the image turned into an eerie black and white.

Zhao Kuo was holding up his phone flashlight, sweating profusely as he fiddled with something in front of the electrical control box.

"Why are there so many wires? Red to blue... no, red to the live wire..."

"Sizzle—!"

A crisp sound.

Zhao Kuo shuddered, his hair standing on end like a sea urchin struck by lightning.

"Awooo—!!"

Screams echoed throughout the villa.

"Brother Zhao Kuo! Are you alright?" Lin Chacha was terrified but dared not approach.

"No...it's nothing..."

Zhao Kuo trembled and took two steps back, his face blackened by the smoke.

"This...this route is too complicated, it requires specialized tools. Tonight...everyone, please bear with it for now."

Bear with it?

How can I bear it?

A mansion is called a mansion because it has a fresh air system and air conditioning.

Once the power goes out, this place becomes an airtight glass box.

It was hot and humid, and with the doors and windows closed to keep out mosquitoes, the air quickly became stuffy.

Even worse, because the window wasn't closed properly, several huge island mosquitoes had already slipped in, making a buzzing bomber-like sound.

"Snapped!"

Jiang Ruoyun slapped her arm, where a large bump had already formed.

She scratched her hair in frustration; sweat had ruined her delicate makeup.

It's so painful.

It was hot, dark, and full of mosquitoes.

This isn't a vacation, it's practically a tribulation!

She instinctively looked out the window.

Through the rain curtain on the floor-to-ceiling windows, she saw a sliver of warm yellow light emanating from Building C not far away.

In the pitch-black, stormy night, that light was like a lighthouse at sea, radiating a magical power that brought peace of mind.

Faintly, one could smell a faint aroma of tea mixed with the freshness of rainwater.

There is no harm without comparison.

Jiang Ruoyun looked in that direction and her throat moved.

I really want to go...

I really want to go and stay in that dilapidated house...

Even if it leaks, at least there's hot tea, light, and that guy who, despite his sharp tongue, is very reassuring.

"Gurgle..."

Jiang Ruoyun's stomach growled again, much to her dismay.

In the monitoring room.

The director, seeing the stark contrast between the two scenes, forgot to eat the instant noodles he had just prepared.

The rainstorm was originally intended to put pressure on Lin Mo.

According to the script, Building C is leaking, and Lin Mo can't stand the suffering, so she should cry and run to the production team to beg for a different room, or beg Zhao Kuo to take her in.

This way, they can create conflict and allow Zhao Kuo to play the good guy.

The results of it?

Zhao Kuo's hair has been turned into an afro by electrocution, while a group of elites are feeding mosquitoes in his mansion.

And Lin Mo, who should have suffered the most...

The director zoomed in.

After finishing his tea, Lin Mo took out a rusty saw and a chisel from his suitcase, which resembled a treasure chest.

He didn't rush to start, but instead held the saw up to the leaking window frame and made a couple of marks.

He was still muttering to himself:

"This window frame is a style from the late Qing Dynasty; it would be ruined if nails were used."

"We need to use mortise and tenon joints."

"I'll get up a little earlier tomorrow, anyway, the rain is too loud to sleep."

The director's lips twitched slightly:

"Is he...is he here on vacation or to work as a carpenter?"

"Why is this art style getting weirder and weirder?"

The assistant director said timidly from the side:

"Director, I see everyone in the comments saying they want to live in Building C..."

director:"……"

That night.

Sleepless nights are inevitable.

The people in Building A were feeding mosquitoes, wiping their sweat, and cursing the damn circuits.

The people in Building C are drinking tea, listening to the rain, and brainstorming their "renovation plans" for tomorrow.

……

The next morning.

The rain has stopped and the sky is clear.

The sunrise on the island is breathtakingly beautiful.

But the guests in Building A had no interest in appreciating it.

The door opened.

Zhao Kuo had huge dark circles under his eyes, his hair was a mess like a bird's nest, and he looked utterly hopeless.

Lin Chacha's makeup was ruined, and her arms were covered in red, swollen mosquito bites, which she was scratching frantically.

The others also looked as if their life force had been drained by the demon, and they were walking unsteadily.

"Last night was absolutely hell..."

Zhao Kuo said through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse:

"The circuit must be fixed tonight! Even if it means paying someone to fix it!"

Just then.

A rhythmic, powerful "sizzle-sizzle" sound came from not far away.

That's the sound of a saw cutting wood.

Crisp, powerful, echoing in the tranquility of the morning.

Everyone instinctively turned to look.

In the courtyard of Building C, all that could be seen was...

Lin Mo was wearing a simple white tank top, revealing his muscular arms.

He stood on a piece of discarded wood, his saw flying up and down, wood chips scattering like snowflakes.

The sunlight shone on him, giving him a golden edge.

Full of energy.

Full of energy.

This formed a stark contrast with the group of "zombies" here.

Zhao Kuo: "..."

Jiang Ruoyun: "..."

Who the hell is here to suffer?!