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

at the same time.

Inside a high-end apartment in Yunhai City.

Su Qing was wearing a face mask, staring intently at the live stream on her tablet.

In the picture, the poor boy who used to be so subservient to her is now sitting in the sunlight, holding a broken guitar and looking languid with an "keep away" expression.

And Jiang Ruoyun, that rich young lady from Beijing's elite circle, actually fawned over him like a little fangirl.

This disparity caused her jealousy to grow wildly like weeds.

"Why are you pretending to be so profound?"

"Do you know whether you can play a musical instrument or not?"

Su Qing sneered, ripped off the face mask, and her fingers flew across the keyboard.

A few minutes later.

A Weibo post suddenly appeared and instantly went viral, trending on social media.

[@SuqingSunny: Watching everyone's expectations of someone in the live stream, I couldn't help but laugh. In three years together, this "talented man" has only been to karaoke a handful of times. And every time he does go, he only dares to hide in a corner eating fruit, never even touching a microphone. Everyone shouldn't have too high hopes, lest the disappointment be greater. #HeartSignal #LinMoTalentBlackHole]

This Weibo post was like handing a machine gun to those haters who couldn't stand Lin Mo.

The online trolls disappeared instantly, leaving the comment section in a chaotic mess.

[Hahaha! It's confirmed! It turns out he's the "fruit platter killer"!]

[I knew it! How could a junkyard repairman possibly play music?]

[Going to karaoke and only eating fruit platters? How insecure must you be?]

[Hilarious! Lin Mo's beat-up guitar was probably just something he picked up for a photoshoot, right?]

[Even though I'm a fan of the looks, I'm still worried this time... The guitar's in that state, will it even produce a sound?]

Public opinion shifted dramatically in one direction.

The entire internet is waiting for Lin Mo to make a fool of himself.

Some people even opened betting odds on whether Lin Mo would break the piano string on stage.

……

The atmosphere was equally tense on the island.

In preparation for tomorrow night's talent show, the entire Villa A has been transformed into a "talent boot camp."

Lin Chacha was doing splits and backbends in the living room, practicing her ethnic dance, grimacing in pain but still persisting.

Another male guest was practicing his singing on the balcony, making a sound like a chicken being slaughtered: "Ah—ah—".

The most outrageous one was Zhao Kuo.

He sat in front of that million-dollar Steinway piano, his fingers moving so fast they were practically smoking.

One moment it's "Croatian Rhapsody," the next it's "Flight of the Bumblebee."

Although there were a few occasional mispronunciations, the overall momentum and demeanor were truly convincing.

"Listen to that! That's professionalism!"

After playing a piece, Zhao Kuo tossed his hair, looking completely absorbed in the music.

"Art needs to be nurtured with sweat."

"Unlike some people..."

He looked meaningfully in the direction of Building C.

At this moment, in the courtyard of Building C.

Lin Mo was lying on his beloved wicker chair, his face covered by his tattered straw hat, basking in the sun.

That broken guitar with only four strings was casually placed on his stomach.

Occasionally, his fingers would unconsciously pluck the strings.

"collapse……"

"Sizzle..."

The sound was dull, dry, and even had a harsh metallic scraping sound.

It's completely out of tune.

It's like the cotton-fluffing thread breaking.

The viewers in the live stream frowned as they listened.

[Is this...is this sound tuning? It sounds like they're sawing a table leg.]

[Oh no, Su Qing was right, this technique is obviously amateurish.]

While others are practicing "Flight of the Bumblebee," Lin Mo is practicing "Cotton Ballad"?

This noise is giving me a headache.

Just then.

A pink figure rushed out of Building A.

Jiang Ruoyun looked at the trending topics on her phone, her face turning pale.

She ran into the courtyard of Building C and saw Lin Mo still making noise there. She was so anxious that she stomped her feet.

"Lin Mo!"

"Stop playing! The piano is in such a state, how are you going to practice?"

Jiang Ruoyun yanked the straw hat off Lin Mo's face, revealing his sleepy-eyed face.

Lin Mo squinted to adjust to the light, then yawned.

"What's wrong?"

"Is the roof on fire?"

"It's even worse than a house on fire!"

Jiang Ruoyun shoved her phone in front of him:

"Look! The whole internet is mocking you as the 'fruit platter killer'!"

"That woman Su Qing is wicked; she's trying to block your path!"

"If you mess up your performance tomorrow, those haters will tear you apart!"

Lin Mo glanced at the negative comments on the screen, but instead of getting angry, he laughed.

"Fruit platter killer?"

"That's quite a unique nickname."

"I used to go to karaoke mainly because the watermelons there were cut pretty well, so I didn't have to do it myself."

"How can this be considered a black mark?"

Jiang Ruoyun was so angry at his heartless attitude that she wanted to bite him.

"You still have the nerve to joke around!"

"I'm serious!"

Jiang Ruoyun took a deep breath, as if she had made a major decision.

She leaned closer to Lin Mo and whispered:

"I've come up with a plan."

"I've also signed up for a show tomorrow; I'm going to sing 'Starry Night'."

"How about... you be my supporting actor?"

Lin Mo was stunned: "Assistant?"

"right!"

Jiang Ruoyun's eyes sparkled:

"Just stand behind me, hold your guitar and strike a pose."

"No need to actually play! Just pretend to play it a couple of times, and I'll have the director turn off your microphone."

"Or... could you help me tap the triangle? That's easy, just a quick tap will do."

"This way, we can get away with it, avoid making a fool of ourselves, and still have it as a platform for our collaboration!"

This was the best way she could think of to save face for Lin Mo.

Although it's a bit suspicious of cheating, it's better than making him lose face in front of everyone on stage, right?

Looking at Jiang Ruoyun's face, which looked like she was begging him to say yes, Lin Mo felt a warm current flow through his heart.

This silly girl.

Even though she was so nervous that her palms were sweating, she was still worrying about him.

Lin Mo sat up, stretched, and picked up the broken guitar again.

"don't want."

He refused decisively.

"Huh?" Jiang Ruoyun was dumbfounded. "Why?"

"Too tired."

Lin Mo was talking nonsense with a straight face:

"Standing and posing is tiring, and you also have to manage your facial expressions."

"Besides, playing the triangle is tiring, and you have to count the beats."

"I'm lazy, I can't remember the beat."

Jiang Ruoyun was speechless with anger:

"So what do you want to do? Really go up and play that piece of rotten wood?"

"You're going to lose terribly!"

"Then the whole internet will laugh at you!"

Lin Mo shrugged indifferently, his fingers lightly pressing the strings, producing an extremely low hum.

"Let him laugh if he wants."

"Anyway, I have thick skin."

"Besides..."

Lin Mo looked at Jiang Ruoyun, a playful smile curving his lips:

"What if everyone thinks I'm not good enough, but in the end it turns out..."

"Hmm, never mind, I won't make any promises."

"Anyway, being last place is fine. If no one chooses me, I can go home."

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Jiang Ruoyun angrily stomped on his foot.

"Lin Mo!"

"You're such a big idiot!"

"I'm not going to care anymore! Do whatever you want!"

After saying that, the young lady turned and ran away angrily.

He only ran a couple of steps before looking back.

They discovered that Lin Mo had actually lay down again, covered his face with the straw hat, and continued sleeping.

"collapse……"

Another piercing sound of a string.

Jiang Ruoyun covered her face in despair.

Hopeless.

This person is completely beyond saving.

……

Night falls.

The sea breeze was slightly cool, but inside Villa A, it was bustling with activity.

Since the official performance is tomorrow, tonight is the final rehearsal and practice session.

To show off, Zhao Kuo turned the living room into his personal concert venue.

"Clang! Clang!"

The stirring piano music pierced through the floor-to-ceiling windows, echoing throughout the entire island.

And this guy seems to be doing it on purpose.

Every time an accented note is played, the key is slammed down hard.

The sound was deafening.

Building C.

Lin Mo was getting ready to go to sleep.

The incredibly penetrating piano sound was like a construction crew drilling holes in his brain.

"It's so noisy..."

Lin Mo rolled over and covered his ears with the pillow.

Useless.

The sound was like an all-pervasive, demonic chant.

Especially Zhao Kuo, who was shouting loudly, "This is art! This is what explosive power is!"

It's a nuisance.

Lin Mo endured it all in bed.

at last.

"Zheng—!"

In an attempt to show off his skills, Zhao Kuo executed an extremely exaggerated glissando at the end, almost breaking the piano keys.

Lin Mo suddenly threw off the blanket.

He sat in the darkness, his eyes, which had been languid and sleepy, slowly becoming clear.

even……

It carried a hint of biting cold.

He turned to look at the broken guitar in the corner.

"I originally just wanted to do something casual and perfunctory."

Lin Mo reached out and grasped the neck of the violin.

The icy touch on his fingertips reminded him of the days in his past life when he screamed wildly in a live house.

"Since you don't want me to get a good night's sleep..."

"Then..."