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

Zhao Kuo stood below the stage, laughing so hard he was doubled over. His face, still oily from playing the piano, was full of schadenfreude.

"Oh dear, Brother Lin, it seems even the equipment is disgusted by your beat-up guitar."

"If it's really not working out, don't force yourself. Just turn off your mic. People can just watch you strike a pose."

Lin Chacha also covered her mouth and chuckled, not forgetting to add insult to injury for the live stream viewers:

"Poor Lin Mo, this guitar looks like a fire poker. What if it leaks electricity?"

The audience erupted in laughter.

Only Jiang Ruoyun bit her lip tightly, her hands gripping the hem of her skirt so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

She looked at the lonely figure on the stage, her eyes a little red.

"Fool……"

"I told you not to go, but you insisted..."

Just as everyone was waiting to see a joke, and the director had even put his hand on the "cut off the live stream" button.

Lin Mo moved.

He didn't panic as everyone expected.

Instead, he slowly reached out and gently patted the microphone's pop filter twice.

"Feed? Feed?"

His voice was deep and magnetic, with a hint of sleepiness.

The microphone, which had been howling just moments before, miraculously became compliant after he casually tapped it a couple of times.

Lin Mo adjusted his posture, casually placing his large feet, clad in flip-flops, on the bar stool's crossbar.

Although the design is terrible, the relaxed feeling is like sitting in your own backyard enjoying the cool breeze.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the mocking faces below the stage.

Finally, the gaze stopped on Jiang Ruoyun's face, which was on the verge of tears.

At that moment, Lin Mo sighed inwardly.

I originally planned to just do a quick, perfunctory job and then go back to Building C to sleep.

But this girl...

Is it really necessary to be this nervous?

It's as if he's going to the execution ground.

"Alright."

Lin Mo muttered something under his breath.

"Since we've already got this beat-up guitar, let's sing something simple."

"It saves me from straining my voice."

next second.

His right hand gently swept across the strings.

"Zheng—"

There was no "saw-wood" noise as people might imagine.

in contrast.

The broken guitar with only four strings produced an extremely crisp and clear sound under his fingertips.

Although its tone cannot compare to those top-tier famous instruments.

But it has a unique grainy texture, like a bottle of orange soda on a summer afternoon, with bubbles bursting around your ears.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

Zhao Kuo's smile froze. He even had a bad feeling!

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

The strength and steadiness of that strumming... is definitely not something a beginner can do!

Before anyone could react...

A light, simple, yet extremely catchy prelude flowed from Lin Mo's fingertips.

It lacks the oppressive, stormy feeling of "Flight of the Bumblebee".

There were no elaborate chords piled up for the sake of showing off skills.

It's the simplest key, C major.

It's so simple that even elementary school students who are just learning guitar can play it.

But it is precisely this simplicity that, on a stage filled with "pretentiousness" and "involution," is like a breath of fresh air, instantly washing away the greasiness from everyone's eardrums.

Lin Mo lowered his eyes slightly and moved closer to the microphone.

It didn't involve any particularly advanced vocal techniques.

He spoke in his usual lazy tone:

"It looks like it's raining, I wish I could live next door to you..."

"Standing there like an idiot downstairs, looking up and counting the dark clouds..."

【boom!】

It was like a lemon-flavored depth charge that exploded in the live stream.

Lin Mo's voice is not the kind of bel canto or pop singing style that has been professionally trained.

Rather, it's a kind of "narrative sense" that comes with its own reverberation.

His voice is a little hoarse, a little casual, but he exudes a youthful charm that is irresistible.

Especially the line, "I really want to live next door to you."

This is in line with the storylines in Buildings A and C over the past two days.

That's like a nuclear bomb!

Jiang Ruoyun suddenly raised her head, her eyes wide open, and her heart skipped a beat.

Living...living next door?

Is this referring to her?

Because I think Building A is too far away, so... I want to live next door to her?

wrong!

This is clearly a confession of love!

Moreover, it was the kind of confession that was made in front of tens of millions of people across the internet—the most direct and affectionate confession!

The young lady's face flushed red instantly, all the way to the roots of her neck.

The worries and grievances from before vanished instantly, replaced by a surge of dopamine being secreted.

Lin Mo, on stage, had no idea that his lyrics were being "over-interpreted".

He just thought the song was simple, the lyrics were easy to remember, and he didn't need to think about it.

The fingers danced lightly on the strings.

Although he was missing two strings, he cleverly made up for the lack of bass by using harmonics and clappers.

The song doesn't sound thin at all; on the contrary, it has a unique sense of rhythm.

"If a piano appears in the scene, I will sing for you..."

Even if many basins of water are poured down...

As he sang this line, Lin Mo subconsciously glanced at the ridiculously expensive Steinway next to him.

A faint, ambiguous smile curved at the corners of his lips.

This glance may not be very harmful, but it is extremely insulting.

Zhao Kuo stood beside the piano, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

These lyrics...

This is blatant face-to-face attack!

What does it mean to "even if many basins of water are poured down"?

Is this mocking him for sounding like a sprinkler truck when he played the piano?!

And the melody is damn good!

That simple joy, that sweet atmosphere, made his technically impressive "Flight of the Bumblebee" instantly seem as annoying as a buzzing fly.

"I'll sing this song for you, it doesn't really have any particular style..."

"It simply means that I want to bring you happiness..."

"To thaw the frozen river for you, to be a moth drawn to the flame for you..."

"Nothing is unworthy of attention..."

The climax is here.

There were no heart-wrenching high notes.

There are no fancy vocal runs.

Lin Mo remained seated on the high stool, his body swaying gently to the rhythm.

But every lyric was like a bullet coated in icing sugar, hitting the hearts of all the women present with pinpoint accuracy.

Lin Chacha had long forgotten to support Zhao Kuo.

She stared blankly at the man on stage wearing flip-flops.

At that moment, that tattered T-shirt seemed to transform into the most fashionable trendy brand on him.

That nonchalant tenderness, that doting feeling of "I just want to make you happy"...

That's brutal!

This is the real "woman-slaying" divine skill!

Compared to Zhao Kuo's greasy, showy style of "Look how awesome I am!"

Lin Mo's attitude of "I'll just sing casually, you can just listen casually, as long as you're happy" is simply a game-changer!

The chat in the live stream was going crazy.

Ahhhh! My girlish heart is fluttering!

Who said he's tone-deaf? His voice must have been kissed by an angel!

"Singing this song for you, it doesn't really have any particular style"... These lyrics are so well written! To hell with high art, I just want this kind of sweet romance!

This isn't a talent show; it's a mass dog-massage!

Jiang Ruoyun's face turned as red as a tomato! Her eyes were practically drooling!

Zhao Kuo must feel like a clown right now, spending millions to transport a piano, only to lose to a broken guitar with only four strings!

This is what youth is all about! This is the kind of dating reality show I want to watch!

The director was also very understanding.

The camera switched back and forth between Lin Mo and Jiang Ruoyun.

One is a laid-back and carefree "wandering singer" on stage.

One was a "rich heiress" sitting in the audience, blushing and her heart pounding.

This scene is more beautiful than any idol drama.

Even the broken guitar with the skull sticker on it looked decadent and artistic at this moment.

"The song is finished."

The last strum of the zither fell.

The echoes still lingered in the air.

Lin Mo pressed his fingers on the strings, bringing the sound to an abrupt halt.

Unlike Zhao Kuo, they didn't spread their arms wide to ask for applause.

There were no particularly heartfelt farewell remarks.

He simply put the guitar aside, picked up the thermos on the ground, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip of goji berry water.

Then, looking at the host who was still in a daze, he asked with a sincere expression:

"that……"

"I'm done performing."

"You didn't exceed the time limit, did you?"

"Can I go home now?"

"The clothes in Building C haven't been collected yet."