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

In order to perform better that evening, Zhao Kuo got up early to rehearse and practice.

And Lin Mo.........

Night falls, and a gentle sea breeze blows.

The production team really went all out for this so-called "Heart-Fluttering Talent Show".

A professional open-air stage was set up directly on the beach.

The lighting, sound, and stage design are all concert-level.

They even brought in several drones to take panoramic aerial photos.

If you didn't know better, you'd think it was some kind of large music festival.

To match this was the guests' formal attire.

Especially Zhao Kuo.

This guy practically had the words "peacock spreading its tail feathers" etched on his forehead tonight.

To match the million-dollar Steinway piano, he specially had a custom-made black tuxedo flown in by hand.

His hair was combed so slicked back that even a fly landing on it would have to do the splits.

His bow tie was perfectly tied, and his cufflinks were adorned with two dazzling diamond cufflinks.

Standing there, he does indeed resemble a "piano prince" in appearance.

In contrast, Lin Mo.

The only man whose livestream style suddenly changed throughout the entire event.

He was still wearing that faded T-shirt and loose beach shorts.

He was wearing those iconic flip-flops.

He was still carrying that thermos with its paint chipped off.

This outfit blended perfectly with the suits and ties of the staff around him.

Some passing stagehands even mistook him for a porter and handed him a case of bottled water to carry backstage.

Lin Mo wasn't angry. He took it and carried it, keeping one bottle for himself as well.

This scene was captured by the live stream camera, and the chat instantly erupted in laughter.

[Hahaha! Is Lin Mo here to attend the party or to deliver water?]

[This contrast is too stark! One is a prince, the other is... a security guard?]

[Lin Mo: As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's you guys who are embarrassed.]

Honestly, Lin Mo's baggy shorts look much more comfortable than Zhao Kuo's tight-fitting tuxedo.

The party officially began.

As the one in charge of creating a lively atmosphere, Lin Chacha was the first to appear.

She changed into a sequined mini-skirt and wore exquisite girl group makeup.

They performed one of the hottest girl group dances of the moment.

It must be said that although this green tea girl is a bit pretentious, her professional skills are actually quite good.

Twisting waist, shaking head, winking.

Every movement was perfectly timed, and her facial expressions were impeccable.

Zhao Kuo, sitting in the audience, led the applause, his hands turning red from clapping.

Even Jiang Ruoyun politely patted him twice.

Only Lin Mo.

He sat in the corner of the guest area, holding a thermos, his eyes somewhat glazed over.

I don't know if they were appreciating the dance or thinking about how to get through the stage quickly.

Thank you everyone!

After Lin Chacha finished her dance, panting, she bowed and took her bow, not forgetting to make a heart shape with her hands towards the camera:

"I hope everyone will support Brother Lin Mo, although he... well... isn't very good at performing arts."

This smear campaign was executed with remarkable skill.

Followed by.

Now for tonight's main event.

The lights suddenly went out.

A spotlight slammed down on the huge black grand piano in the center of the stage.

Zhao Kuo straightened his bow tie and, like an emperor inspecting his territory, walked gracefully onto the stage.

He first bowed slightly to the audience, performing a gentlemanly gesture.

Then I sat on the piano bench.

I adjusted my sitting posture.

Place your hands gently on the piano keys, close your eyes, and prepare your emotions.

This set of movements is fluid and impressive.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

Even the sound of the waves seemed to have become quieter.

[Here it comes! Mr. Zhao's Steinway debut!]

Although I don't like him, he does have a certain something to offer.

This violin looks so expensive! I'm worried the sea breeze might damage it.

next second.

Zhao Kuo suddenly opened his eyes.

His hands fell like lightning.

"Clang clang clang—!"

The stirring melody burst forth instantly.

Instead of choosing those lyrical pieces, he directly unleashed a virtuoso masterpiece—"Flight of the Bumblebee."

This piece is known for its fast tempo and high difficulty.

The dense notes poured out like a storm.

Zhao Kuo's fingers danced across the piano keys, so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

To demonstrate his skills, he even deliberately sped up the pace.

Not only that, he would also shake his head from time to time, making a blissful expression as if he were completely immersed in the world of music.

Even during several high notes, he deliberately raised his hand very high before slamming it down heavily.

The visual effects are top-notch.

This is a typical example of "performance-style" playing.

Although those in the know might find it a bit greasy and lacking in nuanced emotional expression.

But to a layman, this is simply a god-level operation!

Holy crap! That's lightning-fast reflexes!

"That's way too fast! Is this the power of a level 10 expert?"

"Although he's a bit slick, his skills are undeniable."

"Awesome! How can we win like this? There's no way we can win!"

The staff members below the stage were all amazed.

Lin Chacha was so excited that she stood up, covering her mouth with her hands, as if she had seen her idol.

The live stream chat was flooded with "666" comments.

After all, most people would be captivated by this "technological" approach under the dual impact of sight and sound.

The song ended.

As the last note faded away.

Zhao Kuo suddenly stood up, opened his arms, and enjoyed the applause and cheers from the audience.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, making him look even more "hardworking" and "dedicated".

"Thank you! Thank you everyone!"

Zhao Kuo was panting heavily, his face full of smugness.

He knew he was safe.

Such a high-level skill is absolutely devastating in this situation.

Both the visual effects and the auditory impact have reached their peak.

Whoever comes on next will only be his foil.

Especially... that guy with the broken guitar.

Zhao Kuo took the microphone from the host and did not rush off the stage.

Instead, he turned around, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and precisely locking onto Lin Mo, who was sitting in the corner.

That look in his eyes carried three parts mockery, three parts indifference, and four parts nonchalance.

"Everyone."

Zhao Kuo deliberately raised his voice:

"The song 'Flight of the Bumblebee' that I just played was a bit difficult, but it was just a warm-up piece for me."

"Hopefully, this will bring a little shock to everyone."

"but……"

He abruptly changed the subject, a provocative smile playing on his lips:

"I think the best part of tonight's show is yet to come."

"After all, our talented Lin Mo has been preparing for a long time."

As he spoke, he glanced at the tattered thing wrapped in newspaper at Lin Mo's feet.

Brother Lin.

"It's your turn."

"Your guitar looks a bit... um, retro."

"Do you need me to lend you an electronic tuner?"

"After all, the seaside is humid, and the strings are prone to going out of tune."

"If the sound that comes out later is like sawing wood, it will really affect everyone's auditory experience."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The audience burst into laughter.

This is hardly a matter of borrowing a tuner.

This is clearly a public humiliation!

The meaning is clear: your equipment is garbage, your skills are garbage, hurry up and come up here to embarrass yourself!

Jiang Ruoyun sat in the audience, her face turning pale with anger.

She gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, even wanting to rush up and scratch Zhao Kuo's smug face.

This is outrageous!

This is not even in the same league!

On one side is a million-dollar piano with a professional level 10 certification.

On one side is a broken guitar salvaged from a garbage dump, plus a "fruit platter killer".

How can you compare these?

"Lin Mo..."

Jiang Ruoyun looked at Lin Mo with concern.

If she could, she really wished Lin Mo would pretend to faint right now, or just leave.

Even losing some money is better than going up there and being made a fool of!

however.

Under the watchful eyes of the entire audience.

Under the watchful eyes of tens of millions of people across the internet.

Lin Mo moved.

He slowly tightened the lid of the thermos and placed it under the chair.

Then he bent down and picked up the broken guitar.

Unlike Zhao Kuo, he didn't tidy his clothes, nor did he have the tension of someone about to go to the battlefield.

He was like an old man who had just finished eating and was about to go for a walk.

Wearing flip-flops, she walked unsteadily onto the glamorous stage.

The light shone on him.

That faded T-shirt looked particularly shabby under the high-definition lens.

But the expression on his face was unusually calm.

There was neither anger at being mocked nor panic at the prospect of making a fool of oneself.

He didn't even glance at Zhao Kuo.

It was as if they completely ignored him.

Lin Mo walked straight to the center of the stage.

There was a high stool there for playing and singing.

He propped the broken guitar up on his lap.

Then he reached out to adjust the microphone stand that Zhao Kuo had set too high.

"Sizzle—!!!"

The instant his hand touched the microphone.

This could be due to the angle or the aging of the equipment.

Suddenly, an extremely piercing and sharp whistling sound came from the speakers.

That was the sound of an electric microphone.

"Sizzle—"

The entire audience instantly covered their ears, their faces contorted in pain.

The elegant atmosphere that had just been created was instantly shattered.

awkward.

An incredibly awkward situation.