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

The next morning.

The sea breeze is slightly salty, carrying a hint of the ocean's unique sweet and briny scent, as it blows across this tranquil bay.

The production team really went all out for today's show.

For this first "Heart-Fluttering Sea Fishing Competition", the production team specially booked an undeveloped reef area and even rented a speedboat to patrol and film at sea.

After all, following yesterday's "collective paralysis" and "traditional Chinese medicine health bureau," the style of the live broadcast room really resembled a senior activity center.

The director desperately needs some hormones.

A little competition.

Ideally, it should be the kind of intense, gritty atmosphere of men fighting for their dignity!

Good morning, everyone!

The camera then shifts to the entrance of Villa A.

"Welcome to the 'Heart-Fluttering Sea Fishing Competition'! Today's theme is—Conquering the Sea!"

As the rousing background music began, the guests took the stage one by one.

Leading the way was Zhao Kuo, who was seething with anger yesterday and vowed to get revenge today.

Today, Young Master Zhao is truly dignified and imposing.

His outfit made him look like he was going to participate in special forces selection.

He wore a professional sun protection hat and a pair of Oakley polarized sunglasses perched on his nose.

He was wearing a multi-functional tactical vest with many pockets and non-slip spiked shoes.

The most outrageous thing was the huge black aluminum alloy box he was carrying.

Its design and texture make it look like it contains a sniper rifle.

[Holy crap! Is Zhao Kuo going to war?]

This equipment... looks expensive!

[If you don't understand, do you need to dress up as a bomb disposal expert to go fishing?]

[The person upstairs doesn't understand, does they? This is what you call professional! It seems Young Master Zhao came prepared!]

Zhao Kuo walked to the most conspicuous high ground in the reef area.

He took a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of the sea breeze on his cheeks, and then put the box on the ground in an extremely pretentious manner.

"Click".

The sound of the metal latch popping open was crisp and pleasant.

The lid of the box was opened.

A burst of light from the money instantly blinded everyone.

Inside the black sponge lining, three lure rods of different sizes lay neatly.

Each one has the unique matte texture of carbon fiber, and the gold parts inlaid on the wheel hubs gleam in the sunlight.

"Dava's limited edition, Shimano's top-of-the-line spinning wheel."

Zhao Kuo picked up one of them and waved it gently.

"Buzz—"

The sound of the fishing rod cutting through the air was sharp and short.

"The feel, the weight distribution..."

Zhao Kuo looked utterly captivated, as if he were caressing not a fishing rod, but the skin of a lover. "This set alone would cost six figures."

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked defiantly at Lin Mo, who was slowly walking towards him from behind:

"To do a good job, one must first have the right tools. Brother Lin, where are your equipment?"

All eyes immediately turned to Lin Mo.

Then, the entire room fell silent.

Lin Mo was wearing a pair of faded floral shorts and the same two-and-a-half-yuan flip-flops that had accompanied him on the battlefield.

She was wearing a loose vest, and although her collarbone and arm lines looked nice, she didn't look like someone who was there to go fishing.

It's more like...someone who just woke up and went downstairs to buy fried dough sticks.

His hands were empty; apart from the large teacup he always carried, there wasn't even a trace of a fishing line in sight.

"equipment?"

Lin Mo yawned, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and said, "Oh, I forgot to take it."

"Forgot?!"

Zhao Kuo almost burst out laughing. "Brother Lin, you're not thinking of catching fish with your bare hands, are you? This is sea fishing, not fishing by touch!"

Lin Mo ignored him.

He looked around and his gaze settled on a bamboo grove behind the small house in Building C.

"Ruoyun, can I borrow that?"

Lin Mo pointed to the small knife that Jiang Ruoyun was using to peel fruit.

Jiang Ruoyun obediently handed it over: "What are you going to do with it?"

"Making equipment."

Lin Mo took the knife, strolled to the edge of the bamboo grove, and picked a green bamboo that was only as thick as a thumb but extremely resilient.

Knife up and down.

"Click."

He cut down a bamboo pole that was more than three meters long.

Then, in full view of everyone, he pulled out a roll of white nylon thread from his pocket, which he didn't know where he had found it from.

He skillfully tied a knot at the top of the bamboo pole.

Then, from that versatile canvas bag, he pulled out a few rusty fishhooks and several lead weights.

There wasn't even a float; they simply folded a small piece of foam board and threaded it onto the line.

The whole process took less than five minutes.

A set of extremely primitive, extremely rudimentary fishing gear, so rudimentary that one might doubt whether he was insulting the sea, was thus born.

"alright."

Lin Mo tested the bamboo pole's flexibility and nodded in satisfaction. "It'll do for now."

The chat room was filled with laughter.

[Hahahaha! I knew it! I knew Lin Mo wouldn't let me down!]

[Zhao Kuo: Imported carbon fiber worth six figures. Lin Mo: Rotten bamboo from the back mountain that's practically free.]

[This comparison...it's too stark! I feel embarrassed for Zhao Kuo.]

[Can this really catch fish? I'll eat the hook on my live stream!]

Is Lin Mo completely giving up? Is this the legendary "Jiang Taigong fishing" strategy?

Zhao Kuo looked at the bamboo pole in Lin Mo's hand, which was still dripping with green juice, and laughed so hard he couldn't straighten up.

"Brother Lin, are you... are you trying to be funny?"

Zhao Kuo pointed at the bamboo, almost laughing to tears. "You're using this thing for sea fishing? With this line, you probably couldn't even reel in a clownfish! Are you here to feed the fish or to fish?"

"And it doesn't even have wheels. If you get hooked by a fish, are you prepared to have a tug-of-war with it?"

Lin Mo glanced at him, her eyes looking at him like he was a fool who hadn't grown up yet.

"Fishing is all about fate."

Lin Mo hoisted the bamboo pole onto his shoulder, his posture resembling that of a migrant worker heading to the city.

"No matter how good your equipment is, it's all for nothing if the fish don't bite."

"and……"

Lin Mo glanced at the gleaming fishing rod in Zhao Kuo's hand. "Your rod is too stiff, it has no soul. The fish don't even want to touch it."

"you!"

Zhao Kuo was furious. "Fine! Let's see how long you can keep up this act! Don't beg me to share a couple of fish with you later!"

Lin Mo shrugged and ignored him.

He carried a bamboo pole and led Jiang Ruoyun, but did not head towards the "golden fishing spot" with a wide view and strong winds and waves that Zhao Kuo had chosen.

Instead, they strolled over to the edge of the rocky area, to a shady corner.

Here, a huge rock blocks the scorching sun, and the seawater forms a backwater beneath the rock, which looks unremarkable and even a bit murky.

"Lin Mo, are we really going to fish here?"

Jiang Ruoyun looked at the pool of dark mud next to her and covered her nose in disgust. "There don't seem to be any fish here."

"You don't understand."

Lin Mo placed the large tea mug on a flat stone and then squatted down.

He did not use the premium Antarctic krill bait provided by the production team.

Instead, he took a small shovel out of his bag and started digging in the dark mud.

"Ugh! How disgusting!"

Jiang Ruoyun was so frightened that she jumped back a step.

In the soil that Lin Mo had dug out, several bright red worms that looked like centipedes were wriggling.

Sea worms, also known as sandworms.

All-purpose bait for sea fishing.

Although it looks ugly, its fishy smell is a deadly temptation for sea fish, a million times better than any imported shrimp.

"This is called the divine bait for sea fishing."

Lin Mo, without changing his expression, picked up a still-wriggling sea worm and skillfully hooked it onto the fishing hook.

The slippery, smooth feel of the fabric sent chills down the spines of the female fans watching the live stream.

"Go ahead, and bring me back a big one."

Lin Mo patted the mud off his hands and gently tossed the fishhook with the sea worm on it into the inconspicuous backwater.

There were no fancy throwing motions.

It's the simplest form of free fall.

"Thump."

The foam float bobbed twice on the water's surface before settling firmly.

At that moment, the referee blew his whistle from a distance.

"The match begins!"

On Zhao Kuo's side, his momentum was overwhelming.

He stood on the highest reef, gripped the pole with both hands, and bent backward like a bow by using his waist to exert force.

"Get out of here!"

With a loud shout, the lure rod drew a perfect arc in the air.

The lure flew with a whooshing sound, precisely heading towards the deep water area seventy or eighty meters away.

His posture was stylish, his movements were precise, and he exuded an aura of wealth.

[Wow! Young Master Zhao's move is really something!]

That throwing distance takes years of practice to achieve!

It seems Lin Mo is really going to lose this time. This is what you call a professional crushing an amateur!

Zhao Kuo watched the bait fly out, a triumphant smile playing on his lips.

He turned around to see what Lin Mo was doing, and whether that country bumpkin with the bamboo pole was still entangled with the fishing line.

however.

next second.

Zhao Kuo's smile froze on his face.

Not only him, but all the guests in the room, including the millions of viewers in the live broadcast room, were silent.

Lin Mo was in that corner.

After the fishhook enters the water.

This guy wasn't staring intently at the float as everyone expected.

They didn't grip the fishing rod nervously like a novice.

He simply stuck the end of the bamboo pole into the crevice in the rock, securing it firmly.

then.

He took out a tattered straw hat from behind his back and covered his face with it.

He lay down on the shady rock, put his hands behind his head, and even crossed his legs.

"Ruoyun, keep an eye on things for me."

Lin Mo's languid voice, heavy with sleepiness, came from beneath the straw hat:

"Call me when the fish bites, and if there's no movement..."

"Don't disturb my sleep."

Five seconds later.

A series of even breathing sounds, transmitted clearly through the microphone, spread across the entire internet.

This is...

Asleep?