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

The high-definition camera lens was focused with extreme precision on the book that had fallen onto the mottled cement floor.

It was an extremely thick and heavy book.

The cover is yellowed and curled, giving it a worn feel that has been weathered by time.

Several striking black characters were prominently printed on the cover—

"One Hundred Years of Solitude".

The entire live stream, which had 20 million viewers online, fell into an extremely eerie stillness at that moment.

The comments section seemed to have been instantly cleared out by an invisible hand.

one second.

two seconds.

Three seconds later, the entire bullet screen system burst open like a dam overflowing with floodwaters!

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! What did I just see?!]

[One Hundred Years of Solitude?! The book he slept with covering his face was Gabriel García Márquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude?!]

[This guy's gone mad! Is he really insane?! Or am I the one who's gone mad?!]

Amidst this dense cluster of exclamation marks, all sorts of amateur literary critics and reading comprehension masters suddenly sprang up like mushrooms after rain.

They keenly grasped the "unfathomable" philosophical meaning behind the scene.

[You guys don't know anything! This isn't sleeping at all! This is top-notch performance art!]

[Think about it, where is this? This is a hypocritical, cutthroat world of romance and fame, rife with scripts and capitalist manipulation!]

While others desperately feign deep emotions in front of the camera, tearing off all pretenses for clicks and popularity, what does he do?

He hid in this dilapidated room without even air conditioning, listening to the cicadas chirping in the summer, quietly reading "One Hundred Years of Solitude" all by himself!

What does this show? It shows that he's using this masterpiece of magical realism to mercilessly satirize the fast-paced, superficial love of this era!

[He steadfastly guards the island of his soul amidst the clamor! He resists the alienation of capitalism! He is a snow lotus blooming in the mud!]

Once netizens' imaginations run wild, they're like unbridled wild dogs—you can't pull them back.

In just a few minutes.

#Lin Mo's Lonely Soul#

#A Century of Solitude in a Romance Variety Show#

#The last pure land resisting involution#

These three terms, emblazoned with the glaring word "explosive," quickly and forcefully dominated the top three spots on Weibo's trending topics list!

Countless artsy young people, college students, and working-class people who usually disdain watching mindless romance variety shows, as well as those who are exploited by capital.

Following the trending topic, people flocked to Lin Mo's solo live stream.

They're not here to see celebrities dating.

They came on a pilgrimage!

We came to pay homage to this "philosophical master" who defied worldly conventions!

"Have you heard? A big shot who's really going head-to-head with capital has emerged from the Heartbeat House!"

"Come check this out! Experience the master's relaxed sleeping posture!"

"The creaking sound of that broken fan, combined with the cover of One Hundred Years of Solitude, is absolutely brilliant! This is the highest level of cinematic quality!"

At this moment, the popularity of Lin Mo's live broadcast room has soared like a rocket, directly breaking through the 25 million mark!

They crushed Zhao Kuo, who was still wildly twirling his hips and shouting rap in Building A next door, but whose popularity only amounted to a pitiful 700,000, until he was completely wiped out, leaving not even ashes behind.

And the male protagonist at the center of this carnival storm.

Lin Mo was completely unaware of the uproar online.

He slept soundly for a full hour, his precise biological clock waking him up precisely on time.

"Well……"

Lin Mo, lying on the old bamboo rocking chair, let out a comfortable groan.

He stretched out in an extremely relaxed and unguarded way, and you could even hear a crisp "crackling" sound coming from between his bones.

Then, he casually rubbed his sleepy eyes with the back of his hand and let out a big yawn.

Out of the corner of Lin Mo's eye, he caught a glimpse of the "brick" that had fallen to the ground at his feet.

He actually found it randomly in the pile of junk at the corner of the stairs on the first floor of Building C last night.

The reason I chose it is simply because the book is thick enough, the paper is slightly yellowed, and when I cover my face with it, it not only has a great light-blocking effect, but also has a soothing ink scent.

Lin Mo bent down and casually picked up the book.

He glanced sleepily at the camera directly in front of him, then at the monitor screen hanging on the wall.

The terrifying number of online users, "2500 million+", in the upper right corner of the screen made Lin Mo's heart skip a beat.

Oh no! How can there be so many people?!

Lin Mo quickly coughed twice, trying to salvage his image from snoring earlier.

At the very least, one must put on an act of diligence, as if to say, "I am actually a cultured person who loves learning, but I accidentally fell asleep while reading."

We can't let people think he's a completely useless, worthless wretch.

Thus, under the watchful eyes of 25 million people.

Lin Mo adjusted his posture, his expression becoming extremely serious.

He held the heavy copy of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" with utmost solemnity, staring intently at the pages as if trying to see through the destiny of seven generations of the García family.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

The air in the entire live broadcast room froze completely at that moment.

Because all the viewers watching on the screen can clearly see a fact through that expensive ultra-high-definition camera.

That book, "One Hundred Years of Solitude," which is revered by countless literary youths and praised to the skies across the internet.

He took it upside down.

The words "Gabriel García Márquez" are now upside down.

Even the towering tree on the cover, symbolizing loneliness, has been transformed into a comical upside-down scallion.

The chat fell into an eerie silence for ten seconds.

[Um... just wondering, did he... hold the book upside down?]

[Hey, be confident, remove the "is it?" part. He just took it upside down!]

Not only did he hold it upside down, but he also looked at it extremely intently, his brow furrowed!

[Holy crap, the master's image seems to have suddenly developed a crack...]

Lin Mo looked at the Chinese characters on the pages that looked like oracle bone script standing upside down, and his brain reacted a little slowly.

Oh, you took it upside down.

Is it embarrassing?

For a top-tier veteran like him, as long as he's not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.

Lin Mo turned his wrist with utmost naturalness and composure.

I turned that upside-down copy of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" 180 degrees and put it right-side up.

He stared at the correct text for about two seconds.

It's too dense.

The tightly formatted foreign literature made him feel dizzy and lightheaded.

Thus, amidst the gradually collapsing gaze of the entire online audience.

Lin Mo then smoothly and seamlessly turned the book back around.

Take it upside down again.

Then he lay back down on the creaking bamboo rocking chair.

He covered his face with the upside-down copy of "One Hundred Years of Solitude," twisted his body a couple of times, and adjusted himself into an extremely comfortable "Ge You slouch" position.

His mumbled, even slightly self-righteous, voice could be clearly heard through the microphone.

"Um."

"Reading the words backwards is more hypnotic."

boom--!!!

This one sentence was like lighting the fuse that detonated a multi-million ton explosive!

After a brief moment of stunned silence, the viewers in the live stream went into an even more frenzied and manic state!

Those artsy young people who were just a little doubtful whether they were over-interpreting things now seem to have had their meridians opened up and are caught up in an extremely fervent self-mastery!

[Holding it upside down? You bunch of ordinary people don't know anything! This is called seeing the world upside down!]

Yes! This world is inherently upside down, absurd, and full of hypocrisy! Only by looking at it from the opposite perspective can we see the truth!

[A master! Absolutely a master! He's using incredibly absurd body language to tell us that all the rules in this world of fame and fortune are upside down!]

[Incredible! While others read to gain knowledge, he reads purely to help him sleep! What a transcendent state of mind, like Zhuangzi's butterfly dream!]

He couldn't even be bothered to pretend to be cultured for two seconds longer! He just laid his cards on the table! He's so real, I'm crying!

Lin Mo made a small, unintentional, and extremely lazy gesture.

This directly triggered a "Dihua" craze across the entire internet, elevating the trivial matter of "taking a nap" to the level of philosophy and even theology.

Unwittingly, he made a huge, earth-shattering statement!

however.

No matter how high the popularity or how good the online reviews are, they are ultimately just empty data.

In the brutal elimination system of the Heartbeat House, the number of audience votes, earned with real money, is the only hard currency that determines whether someone stays or leaves.

The real-time voting leaderboard is located in the upper right corner of the live stream.

The situation, however, presents an extremely bizarre inverse relationship with the level of popularity.

Zhao Kuo from Building A next door, although his live stream was bombarded with insults, had all his viewers leave.

But his agency has become completely ruthless.

Dozens of online troll studios started their machines simultaneously, with the scripts for manipulating votes running rapidly in the background.

On the list, Zhao Kuo's votes skyrocketed like a rocket, soaring at an alarming rate of tens of thousands of votes per second.

Far ahead, firmly holding onto the number one spot!

And what about Lin Mo?

Although his live stream room is packed with more than 25 million real people.

But after his tearful speech about returning home to harvest wheat, most of the audience were just watching for fun.

Although everyone liked Lin Mo's unexpected charm, he had already said that he had wheat to harvest and the pigs in the backyard were going to starve.

Who would dare to force a working person who is eagerly looking forward to getting off work every day to stay and suffer overtime?

And so, an extremely comical scene unfolded.

Lin Mo, whose popularity has swept across the entire internet and who is hailed as a philosophical master.

His real-time vote count, however, was a pitiful few thousand, firmly holding him in last place.

It's not even a fraction of Zhao Kuo's!

Based on this huge disparity, even if Lin Mo gets the full 30% popularity score, coupled with his pitiful number of votes, his overall ranking will definitely be at the bottom and he will be eliminated.

In a luxury ocean-view room in Building A.

Zhao Kuo looked at the real-time voting list on his phone screen, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"What's the use of being popular if you're poor?"

"I'll throw money at you today, and I'll smash your disgusting face out of the entertainment industry!"

In the dilapidated old house in Building C.

Lin Mo, holding the copy of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" upside down, was overjoyed.

It's safe! It's completely safe now!

Although this generation of netizens likes to stir up trouble, they are quite reasonable when it matters. If they say they won't vote, they really won't vote at all!

Once this one-hour live stream ends, he can simply pack his bags and embrace his freedom!

Just as Lin Mo was happily preparing to take another nap, and Zhao Kuo was already ready to pop champagne to celebrate their victory.

Lin Mo's live stream was filled with the word "Master" being spammed all over the screen.

Sudden.

A "rebellious" bullet comment, complete with dazzling high-end VIP effects and an exaggerated font size that almost filled half the screen, drifted slowly across the center of the screen.