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

The entire venue was completely silent for a full three seconds.

The sound of the waves seemed to be frightened away by the sudden silence.

Followed by.

"Whoosh—!!!"

The applause erupted like thunder, almost knocking over the hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of sound equipment.

This wasn't the kind of polite applause.

It was a heartfelt celebration, a cathartic release.

The audience, whose ears were ringing from Zhao Kuo's rendition of "Flight of the Bumblebee," felt refreshed from head to toe, as if they had just drunk a glass of iced lemonade.

so comfy.

It's so therapeutic.

There was no showing off, no greasiness, just a man sitting on a high stool, wearing flip-flops, eager to get off work and go home.

"Lin Mo! Lin Mo! Lin Mo!"

The staff, photographers, and even the dancers who had just been accompanying Zhao Kuo couldn't help but call out his name.

Even Lin Chacha, who had been eager to see Lin Mo make a fool of himself, stared blankly at the lazy figure on the stage.

This...this is what they call tone-deafness?

What about all those meticulously edited tracks by million-dollar sound engineers she used to listen to? Were they considered noise?

Jiang Ruoyun sat in the audience, her hands covering her burning cheeks, her eyes sparkling as if filled with the entire galaxy.

The phrase "I wish I lived next door to you" kept looping in her mind.

Even though she knew Lin Mo might just be singing off the cuff.

but……

A heartbeat doesn't lie.

Just then, those so-called professional judges who had been bribed by Zhao Kuo started causing trouble.

One of the music critics, wearing black-rimmed glasses and sporting a goatee, cleared his throat and picked up the microphone:

"Ahem, let me say a few words."

"Although the melody of this song is rather... well, rather catchy."

"But from a professional point of view, the chord progressions are too simple and lack any skill."

"Moreover, Lin Mo's guitar... even has problems with pitch."

"Compared to Zhao Kuo's technically perfect performance of 'Flight of the Bumblebee,' I think Lin Mo still has a lot of room for improvement."

"So I give it...5 points."

The other two judges echoed this sentiment, giving scores of 5.5 and 6 respectively.

They even gave absurd reasons such as "not elegant enough" and "lacking in artistry".

Standing below the stage, Zhao Kuo heard these comments, and his face, which had been as black as the bottom of a pot, finally softened a little.

Looks like the money wasn't wasted.

As long as his professional score crushes Lin Mo, he still has a chance to turn things around!

however.

next second.

The online voting channel on the large screen is now closed.

Data refresh.

I originally thought it would be a close contest, or that Zhao Kuo would win by a narrow margin.

result--

Zhao Kuo: 320 million votes.

Lin Mo: ...3500 million votes?!

The red bar representing Lin Mo's votes broke through the top of the screen, crushing Zhao Kuo's pitiful blue bar to nothing!

Holy crap! Thirty-five million?!

[What kind of data is this? This must be data from a top influencer!]

Is that judge deaf? 5 points? I'll slap you, okay?

What is elegance? Elegance is what sounds good! Elegance is what sounds bad!

[Zhao Kuo's skill? That's just a cramp in his hand! Lin Mo's is heartfelt!]

[Su Qing, come out and take your beating! This is what you call tone-deaf? Then what are you? A descendant of the deaf?]

Zhao Kuo was completely dumbfounded when he saw the data showing that he was number one by one.

The judges were blushing furiously, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

Faced with absolute public opinion, so-called "professional commentary" is simply a joke.

……

at the same time.

The Jiang family villa in Beijing.

In the magnificent study, a middle-aged man dressed in a Tang suit was spitting out his beard and staring at a tablet computer.

He was Jiang Jianguo, the richest man in Beijing's elite circle and the father of Jiang Ruoyun.

"This is outrageous!"

Jiang Jianguo slammed the purple clay teapot he was holding onto the table, making a crisp sound.

"This kid...this kid is simply..."

He pointed at Lin Mo on the screen, who was wearing shorts and looked like he hadn't woken up yet, wanting to curse a few words to vent his anger.

After all, this poor boy not only eloped with his precious daughter, but also bewitched his silly little girl.

Seeing Ruoyun's worthless infatuation just now, my heart is bleeding!

but.

What are you cursing about?

Criticize him for singing badly?

Jiang Jianguo opened his mouth, but found that his mind was filled with the sentence, "It looks like it's raining, I really want to live next door to you."

This melody...

That's so damn brainwashing!

Moreover, that lazy tone actually made him, a big boss who was constantly scheming and on edge in the business world, feel a long-lost sense of relaxation.

"Glib and smooth-talking!"

After struggling for a long time, Jiang Jianguo finally managed to utter a single word:

"These kinds of pop songs are only good for fooling young girls! They're hardly highbrow!"

"How can anyone compare to Zhao Kuo... Well, although Zhao Kuo plays like a lunatic, at least it's a piano!"

He stood up, cursing and swearing, intending to take a shower to calm down.

Turn off the tablet.

Hands behind his back.

Jiang Jianguo strode towards the bathroom.

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

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

Suddenly, a very off-key, out-of-tune humming voice came from the bathroom.

That was Chairman Jiang's voice.

You could even hear him humming a cheerful rhythm as he scrubbed himself in the bath.

The nanny passing by the door was startled and glanced at the bathroom door with a puzzled look:

"Is the chairman... in a good mood?"

……

Back on the island.

The party scene.

The director looked at the terrifying voting data, and although he was secretly overjoyed (the buzz had exploded), he still had to put on a show of fairness and impartiality.

"Ahem!"

The director picked up the microphone and announced loudly:

"After fierce competition and voting by viewers across the internet!"

"I hereby announce that the champion of this year's 'Heartthrob Talent Contest' is—"

"Lin Mo!"

"Congratulations to Lin Mo for winning this week's 'priority date'!"

The applause erupted once again.

Jiang Ruoyun was so happy that she jumped up and almost rushed up to give Lin Mo a hug.

Lin Mo, as the person involved.

He was looking at the director with a look of utter despair, still holding that broken guitar in his hand.

"Is a date a must?"

Lin Mo posed a probing question:

"Can I get cash for it? Or can I exchange it for two plane tickets home?"

The director's smile froze for a moment:

"cannot."

"These are the rules! You have to go on a date!"

"Furthermore, as the champion, you have the right to specify the date location and activities for tomorrow, and you have the right to choose the female guests first!"

"Of course, the female guests also have the right to choose the location, but once you've selected the location, the female guests who want to go there can put their photos under your location card."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Kuo and Lin Chacha, who were standing nearby, both perked up their ears.

Especially Lin Chacha, whose eyes instantly turned fiery as she looked at Lin Mo's soaring popularity.

Although Lin Mo is poor, and although Lin Mo is lazy.

But he's famous!

If I can get on board for tomorrow's date, won't the buzz skyrocket?

"Brother Lin Mo~"

Lin Chacha deliberately moved closer, her voice so sweet it could melt your heart:

Where do you want to go on your date?

"Should we go on a yacht trip? Or have a French meal? Or watch the sunset at that famous lighthouse?"

"Everyone else can do it too~"

Lin Mo felt a chill run down his spine when he heard these options.

Yacht? French cuisine? Lighthouse?

Just listening to it is exhausting.

And you have to spend the whole day with these pretentious women?

It would be better to kill him.

"I need to think of a way..."

Lin Mo stroked the stubble on his chin, his eyes darting around.

He needed a location that would both accomplish the task and, to the greatest extent possible, discourage the female guests.

Ideally, it should be a place that's dirty, tiring, and requires getting up early, a place that would make these delicate young ladies frown at the mere mention of it.

Sudden.

Lin Mo's eyes lit up.

Got it!

"Bring me a pen."

Lin Mo waved his hand.

The staff immediately handed over a blank task card and a marker.

Lin Mo didn't shy away from it and simply pressed the card against the wall.

"Swish swish swish".

The brushstrokes flowed like dragons and snakes.

After finishing writing, he blew on the still-wet ink with satisfaction.

A smug smile played on his lips.

"Everyone."

Lin Mo turned around to face all the female guests and the cameras in the live broadcast room.

"This is the date location I've chosen for tomorrow."

"If you want to come, I won't stop you."

"But let me make this clear from the start: if you can't handle the hardship, don't blame me for not warning you."

After he finished speaking, he turned the card over.

Three large, crooked, yet powerfully written characters were prominently displayed above:

[Wet Market]