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

That yawn was like a remote control that had been accidentally muted.

The artificial liveliness in the studio was instantly drained away.

Only Lin Mo went a step further, smacking his lips and rubbing his sleepy eyes, as if he had just woken up from his own kang (heated brick bed).

The host's smile looked stiff, as if he had injected two kilograms of hyaluronic acid.

After a brief period of silence, the comments section exploded.

【? ? ? ? 】

Is this guy here to cause trouble?

Help! I can smell the salted fish even through the screen.

[Did Su Qing really give up the whole forest for a man like this? I don't believe it, unless she's blind.]

[Upstairs, didn't she say that her ex couldn't give her the life she wanted? Now it seems that all he can give her is the life of wanting to sleep.]

Just then, a strong scent of cologne wafted over.

Zhao Kuo straightened his expensive Zegna tie, strode confidently to Lin Mo's side, and curled his lips into a seemingly elegant but actually disdainful smile.

"Mr. Lin didn't sleep well last night? It seems like he's under too much stress."

He patted Lin Mo on the shoulder, the Richard Miller on his wrist gleaming under the light. "Don't worry, treat this place as a vacation, although you might not be used to this kind of... high-end game."

Lin Mo glanced at him.

"Yeah, I didn't sleep well."

Lin Mo didn't even take his hands out of his underwear pockets, and said sincerely, "Last night I dreamed that someone owed me money and wouldn't pay it back, and I woke up in a fright."

Zhao Kuo's smile froze on his face.

Who is this kid subtly implying?

Before Zhao Kuo could react, the female guest entered.

Lin Chacha came out first.

As her name suggests, she wore a pure white lace dress, her hair was curled like a doll's, and her eyes crinkled when she smiled, exuding a "I'm so innocent and easy to fool" vibe.

"Wow! Young Master Zhao! He's even more handsome in person than in photos!"

Lin Chacha completely ignored Lin Mo, who was wearing flip-flops, and jogged over to Zhao Kuo, her eyes sparkling. "Um... my suitcase is so heavy, could you..."

"No problem, it's my pleasure." Zhao Kuo immediately straightened his back and showed off his chest muscles from working out at the gym.

Followed by.

A series of crisp sounds came from high heels hitting the ground.

The key figure who forced Lin Mo to "pay back his debt"—the female protagonist, Jiang Ruoyun—has made her appearance.

There was no greeting.

There was no smile on his face.

She was dressed in a black Chanel haute couture suit and red-soled high heels, looking like a newly drawn ice sword.

That face was breathtakingly beautiful, but also so cold that no one dared to approach it.

The temperature in the entire venue seemed to drop five degrees instantly.

The comments section was flooded with people drooling over the screen:

[Holy crap! Jiang Ruoyun! A young lady from Beijing's elite social circle!]

[That aura is incredible! Is this the kind of intimidating presence a wealthy heiress exudes?]

[Sister, kill me! Forget about dating, just be beautiful on your own!]

Only Lin Mo, who was closest to her, vaguely heard a very soft sound, like something grinding its teeth.

Lin Mo tilted his head.

He glanced at Jiang Ruoyun's hand, which was pressed tightly against her stomach, and then at the green light in her eyes as she stared at the fake apples placed by the props team next to her.

understood.

This isn't aloofness at all.

This is clearly because they are starving and afraid that the first thing they say will be "Dinner is served."

……

Ten minutes later.

The guests arrived at the filming location for this episode – the "Heartbeat House" by the sea.

A huge seaside villa, surrounded by coconut palms, with scenery so beautiful it looks like it's been photoshopped.

But here is the problem.

There were six guests in total, but the rooms were divided into different classes.

The director, holding a megaphone, announced the rules: "Building A consists of deluxe ocean-view suites with ensuite bathrooms and extra-large balconies; Building B consists of standard rooms, two people per room; Building C... is a converted storage room with slightly more basic amenities."

"While we advocate for gentlemanly conduct, in order to ensure fairness, room allocation will be conducted through negotiation."

The director had just finished speaking.

Zhao Kuo laughed.

He smiled, confident of victory.

"Since this is a negotiation, I'll be frank."

Zhao Kuo loosened his tie and looked around. "I have neurasthenia and poor sleep quality, so I need a quiet environment. Also, I do yoga and meditation on that big terrace over there every morning."

He pointed to the most luxurious master bedroom in Building A.

"I'll take this room. As compensation, I'll cover the wine for tonight."

Although his tone was polite, it carried an undeniable air of domineering authority.

The other male guests looked at each other in bewilderment.

Who wouldn't want to live in a luxury mansion?

Who wouldn't want to show off in front of the female guests?

But looking at Zhao Kuo's outfit and remembering his words, "I'll cover the red wine," arguing at this point would seem petty and would offend the big spender.

"Young Master Zhao, you're too kind. Your health is the most important thing."

"Yes, yes, it's great that we live in Building B, it's lively."

The male guests all backed down.

Lin Chacha clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Young Master Zhao is so health-conscious! That terrace is really perfect for you."

Jiang Ruoyun frowned, seemingly displeased with Zhao Kuo's "money-grubbing" behavior, but she was too hungry to argue and just wanted to finish assigning rooms and find something to eat.

just now.

Building A belongs to Zhao Kuo.

Building B was given to the other guests.

There's one more thing left: the "storage room" in Building C, which everyone dislikes.

All eyes turned to Lin Mo.

With schadenfreude, with mockery, and with anticipation of a good show.

According to the script, Lin Mo should feel humiliated and angry at this point, or force himself to squeeze into Building B with others to save face.

After all, who wants to live in a doghouse on a live stream?

The comments section was already starting to feel embarrassed for Lin Mo:

[Hahaha, how pitiful! A beggar enters the palace and can only live in the woodshed!]

Su Qing is probably laughing so hard she's about to faint right now, watching on screen!

This is what happens when you're broke; you don't even have the right to breathe.

Amidst the spotlight.

Lin Mo moved.

He switched the large tea mug in his hand to the other and slowly walked to the tourist map.

He pointed to "Building C," a lonely building in the far corner of the courtyard that looked a bit drafty.

"This one."

Lin Mo's voice wasn't loud, but it was very clear.

"This one is mine."

The entire room fell silent for a second.

Zhao Kuo was stunned for a moment, then chuckled: "Lin Mo, are you serious? That's a storage room, it doesn't even have air conditioning, and it's two hundred meters away from the main building."

The implication is: How insecure must you be to crawl through a dog hole?

Lin Chacha covered her mouth and laughed, "Brother Lin Mo, if you feel wronged, you can say so. We can all squeeze in."

"I'm not wronged at all, not even a little bit."

Lin Mo waved his hand with a serious expression and pointed to a small marker next to Building C.

"It's mainly because I have kidney problems, which is commonly known as frequent urination."

"Look, although Building C is dilapidated, it's the closest to the public toilet in the courtyard! The straight-line distance is less than ten meters!"

"If I lived in Building A, I'd have to go downstairs to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, which would be too much of a hassle. Living here, the bathroom is right outside the door, so convenient."

To increase credibility, he even solemnly pounded his lower back, saying, "The doctor said to move around less and take care of my kidneys."

puff--

The staff on site couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Jiang Ruoyun's perpetually icy face twitched slightly, and she looked at Lin Mo as if he were some alien creature.

The screen was filled with ellipses in the comments.

【………………】

[It's so close to the toilet!]

Choosing a storage room just for a toilet? I give that reason full marks!

Has Lin Mo completely given up on treatment? He can even talk about kidney deficiency on a live stream?

[Su Qing: Luckily we broke up; it turned out it just wasn't working out.]

Amidst a chorus of laughter.

Only Lin Mo himself knew that the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than AK's right now.

bathroom?

That's a ridiculous reason.

His real gaze was fixed on the row of inconspicuous bungalows next to Building C.

That's—the kitchen!

Moreover, it was the kind of old-fashioned kitchen with a clay stove that no one used!

Living in Building A? Being monitored by cameras 360 degrees? That's like going to jail!

Living in Building C?

A detached house with its own yard!

No roommate!

Stay away from social interactions!

The kitchen is just right outside the door, so you can sneak a bite at night and nobody will know!

This is hardly a storage room.

This is clearly a paradise for those who want to quit their jobs, a five-star resort with paid vacations!

"Alright, since everyone is being so considerate, then it's settled."

Lin Mo was afraid that someone would change their mind, so he picked up the faded canvas bag and stomped his flip-flops on the ground quickly.

"I'm going to get ready now. Don't call me unless it's absolutely necessary, and definitely don't call me if something comes up."

The crowd was left bewildered in the wind.

Zhao Kuo looked at Lin Mo's retreating figure, which seemed to have just picked up five million dollars, and sneered, "He's hopeless."

……

Night falls.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty and damp scent, blows through the coconut grove.

In the spacious and luxurious living room of Building A, the crystal chandelier is dazzling.

This was a so-called "ice-breaking dinner".

The long dining table was covered with a clean white tablecloth and filled with exquisite wine glasses and silver cutlery.

Zhao Kuo sat in the main seat, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand, and was giving a long and eloquent speech about the "NASDAQ Index" and "postmodern art".

"Actually, life is like this glass of wine; you have to sober up."

Zhao Kuo said with a deep expression, "It's like some people who never wake up and can only live in a storage room."

The other guests chuckled in response.

Lin Chacha looked at him with admiration: "Young Master Zhao knows so much."

however.

Sitting in the corner, Jiang Ruoyun's face was so dark it looked like ink could drip from it.

She stared at the beautifully presented salad in the middle of the table, which contained only three leaves and two slices of ham.

Then I looked at the plate of raw beef, cut into pieces no bigger than a fingernail and completely cold.

buffet.

It was all cold food.

In the name of so-called class, these people actually put on a purely Western-style buffet!

For a young lady with a Chinese stomach who had been starving all day, this was nothing short of torture.

Lin Mo, sitting at the last seat, was huddled in his chair, idly playing with the stainless steel fork in his hand.

He didn't even glance at Zhao Kuo.

His eyes were vacant, as if his soul had left his body.

He wondered: Is there a piece of pork fat that someone has forgotten in that corner of the kitchen?

If so, is it better to use it for oil refining, or for oil refining?

Just as Zhao Kuo was saying, "I recently invested in a blockchain project," the moment came.

Just when the atmosphere reached its most "high-end" moment.

An extremely untimely and loud noise abruptly shattered the false tranquility.

"Gurgle gurgle—"

The sound was winding and meandering, like the angry roar of a hungry soul.

Everyone stopped what they were doing.

All eyes instantly focused on the end of the table.

Lin Mo clutched his stomach, looked up innocently, and met the shocked gazes of the crowd.

Why are you looking at me?

He swallowed hard and pointed to the plate of grass on the table that looked like it was being fed to a rabbit.

"This thing..."

"It's not filling."