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

The air seemed to freeze for three seconds.

The director rushed in with that menacing "caught in the act" posture.

The cameraman behind him, carrying a machine weighing dozens of kilograms, panted as he shoved the lens into the center of the room.

Originally, their intended scene was like this:

Under the dilapidated, leaky roof, a disheveled man and woman huddled together, shivering under a wet blanket.

Or perhaps it's a case of a lone man and woman alone in a room, their clothes disheveled, which is perfect for catching them in the act and creating a trending topic online.

however.

The moment the lens is in sharp focus.

Everyone felt like they had wandered onto the wrong set.

Even the millions of viewers in the live stream subconsciously rubbed their eyes.

"This...this is Building C?"

In the cramped storage room, the morning light streamed in through the newly repaired "ice crack" window.

The beam of light created a clearly visible Tyndall effect in the air, making the floating dust particles appear to dance like gold dust.

The once moldy corner has been cleaned up and now has several uniquely shaped ceramic jars with freshly picked wildflowers.

The bamboo sachet hanging by the window was swaying gently in the breeze.

The subtle aroma of herbs mingled with the fragrance of rice porridge, instantly filling everyone's nostrils.

And the main character in the picture—

Jiang Ruoyun was sitting in that rattan chair, holding a small stone mill (which Lin Mo had found in the corner), clumsily but earnestly grinding soybeans to make soy milk.

She was wearing a pink silk nightgown, her hair casually tied in a bun, and there was no trace of the pain from the mosquito bites on her face.

Her skin was fair with a rosy glow, her eyes were clear and bright, and she exuded a kind of lazy nobility.

And beside her.

Lin Mo was facing away from the door, slowly arranging the freshly made scallion pancakes onto a plate.

That feeling of relaxation.

That kind of peaceful and idyllic life.

They don't seem like they're here to film a dating reality show; they seem more like reclusive hermits living in the mountains.

"Director...?"

Jiang Ruoyun stopped what she was doing and looked at the group of uninvited guests with some confusion:

"You guys... came here to freeload?"

The director opened his mouth, but completely forgot all the reprimands he had prepared.

He looked at the room, which seemed to have been renovated by a top designer, and swallowed hard.

"What... what's wrong with this window?"

"And this smell...it smells so good!"

Just then.

A discordant sound shattered the tranquility.

"Keep pretending! Keep pretending!"

Zhao Kuo squeezed out from behind the director.

At this moment, his appearance could only be described as "tragic".

Her hair looked like a frizzy chicken coop, she had two big dark circles under her eyes, and her neck and arms were covered with red and swollen mosquito bites, so densely packed that it would trigger trypophobia.

He was still holding that bottle of pungent, strong mosquito repellent in his hand, and his whole body reeked of chemical raw materials.

Seeing this idyllic scene inside, Zhao Kuo was filled with jealousy.

Why should I?!

Why is it that he lives in a mansion and feeds mosquitoes, while Lin Mo lives in a dilapidated house and enjoys life?

"Director! This is absolutely against the rules!"

Zhao Kuo pointed to the window and shouted indignantly:

"Building C was already a dangerous building; his unauthorized alterations must have damaged the building's structure!"

"This window looks fancy, but it's definitely not sturdy!"

"This is a serious safety hazard! What if it collapses and hits Ruoyun?"

After saying that, he even looked at Jiang Ruoyun with feigned concern:

"Ruoyun, come out quickly! It's too dangerous here!"

"My air conditioner isn't fixed yet, but at least it's structurally sound!"

Lin Mo turned around with the plate in his hand and looked at Zhao Kuo as if he were an idiot.

He placed the plate on the small table made from an old wooden box, making a soft "thud".

"Safety concerns?"

Lin Mo picked up a towel and wiped his hands, his tone flat:

"This window frame uses a dovetail tenon and a shoulder tenon structure, and the interlocking force is better than your teeth."

"Unless the foundation of this house collapses, this window will outlive the entire building."

"As for the danger..."

Lin Mo looked Zhao Kuo up and down, his body covered in mosquito bites, then pointed to Jiang Ruoyun's smooth, jade-like arms:

"I think the biggest danger to my life is being sucked dry by mosquitoes while staying in Building A, right?"

That counterattack was absolutely devastating.

Zhao Kuo subconsciously scratched the large lump on his neck, wincing in pain as his face instantly turned a deep liver color.

At this point, the chat room was in complete chaos.

[Hahaha! Young Master Zhao, stop now! The crowd outside is full of Lin Mo's fans!]

[This isn't a dilapidated building; it's practically my dream home!]

This window is so beautiful! The light and shadow are amazing! I've taken a screenshot and used it as my wallpaper!

Is this the special episode of "Dream Home Makeover"? Lin Mo has this skill too?

Look at Jiang Ruoyun's complexion, then look at Zhao Kuo's face; it's obvious who's suffering.

[I need the link to that mosquito repellent sachet! I want one too! Suddenly Zhao Kuo's mansion doesn't seem so appealing anymore!]

As the director watched the popularity soar on the monitor, the anger in his eyes instantly turned into a gleam of shrewdness.

How is this a violation of regulations?

This is data traffic!

This is the bombshell!

Originally thought to be a burden, Lin Mo turned it into the most sought-after "internet celebrity homestay" on the entire internet!

"Cough cough..."

The director immediately put on a smiling face and rubbed his hands together:

"Um... Lin Mo."

"It seems you have strong practical skills, which is great and perfectly aligns with our program's 'self-reliance' principle."

"Since Ruoyun likes it here too, let's go with the flow."

"I hereby announce that Building C will be upgraded to a 'Heartwarming B&B' effective immediately!"

"Other female guests can also apply to come here and experience life if they'd like!"

The director was scheming.

If more female guests were to crowd into this small house, it would definitely create more chaotic situations and ambiguous scenarios.

Won't the ratings skyrocket then?

however.

Lin Mo didn't even lift his eyelids.

He handed Jiang Ruoyun a cup of freshly ground hot soy milk, then walked to the door.

Pick up a long plank that was left over from last night.

He pulled a piece of charcoal from his pocket.

Brush brush.

He wrote down a few large characters.

Then, with a "snap," it got stuck on the doorknob.

Fully booked, please do not disturb.

Entry is charged per second.

After doing all this, Lin Mo shrugged at the director:

"I'm sorry, we're a small business and our capacity to accommodate customers is limited."

"Besides, I have social anxiety, and I easily get depressed when there are too many people around."

"If you're depressed, you can't record the show, and if you can't record the show, you have to withdraw from the competition..."

It's the same old routine again!

The director's lips twitched violently as he looked at the threat of "withdrawing from the competition."

This guy is really stubborn!

"Okay...okay."

The director gritted his teeth and had no choice but to give up for the time being.

Once the source material is available, how it's edited is up to him.

"Since everyone is here, let's make an announcement."

The director suddenly picked up a megaphone, a malicious smile spreading across his face.

Since life can't stump you, Lin Mo.

Let's switch tracks then!

"To thank our audience for their support, and to showcase the personal charm of our guests."

The production team has decided to hold a "Heart-Fluttering Talent Show" on the beach tomorrow night!

Upon hearing the words "party," Zhao Kuo, who had been scratching an itch, instantly brightened up.

Talent?

This is his home turf!

He has been practicing piano since he was a child, reached level 10, and even won awards!

On this deserted island, who can compare to him?

"Everyone has to put on a show!"

The director continued shouting, his gaze lingering on Lin Mo for a couple of seconds:

"The form is not limited; vocal, instrumental, and dance are all acceptable."

"but!"

"It has to be a legitimate talent! No sleeping! No eating!"

"If anyone slacks off or gives a perfunctory performance..."

"All announcement fees for this period will be deducted! This will be considered a serious breach of contract!"

"The penalty for breach of contract...doubled!"

"Bang!"

A crisp sound.

The spoon that Lin Mo had just picked up fell into the bowl of soy milk.

The scalding hot soy milk splashed out and spilled onto the table.

His face, which had maintained a lazy and calm demeanor until it finally cracked.

The mask of pain, though late, has arrived.

"Talent show... or a gala?"

Lin Mo looked at the director, her eyes filled with despair:

"Director, can I perform breaking a boulder on my chest?"

"Or... how about I demonstrate sawing wood live for everyone?"

The director sneered:

"no."

"It must be vocal or instrumental music."

"Let's be more sophisticated! We want it broadcast on satellite TV!"

next to.

Zhao Kuo finally regained his confidence.

He straightened his back, ignoring the mosquito bites on his neck, and looked at Lin Mo with a defiant expression:

"Oh dear, Brother Lin, this is too much trouble for you."

"I heard you used to be... tone-deaf?"

"It's okay, if all else fails, you can just bang a gong on stage for everyone, I won't mind if it's noisy."

Lin Mo ignored Zhao Kuo's sarcasm.

He slumped into the chair, staring at the roof beams above his head, and let out a long, soul-stirring sigh:

"What a tragedy..."

"I just want to slack off, why is that so hard?"