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

The sun at the beach was as scorching as a headmaster going through menopause.

It's only nine in the morning, and the temperature on the beach is already hot enough to fry an egg.

The so-called "romantic beach setup task" actually involved moving the entire truckload of heavy props from the roadside to the center of the beach, 200 meters away.

At this time, although it was not yet the evening rush hour, the live stream was still quite popular.

After all, who doesn't enjoy watching handsome men and beautiful women do hard labor?

The camera pans across the screen.

The fitness instructor was carrying two speakers, his muscles bulging, sweat pouring down his face, and with each step he let out a roar bursting with testosterone.

"drink--!"

The live chat was filled with cheers: 【My husband is so handsome!】 【That's what a man is like!】

Zhao Kuo was not to be outdone.

He took off his shirt, revealing his gleaming chest muscles coated with essential oil. He carried two cases of mineral water, walked with a brisk pace, and occasionally gave the camera a wink that said, "I'm very relaxed."

Even Jiang Ruoyun, who looks delicate and weak, gritted her teeth and dragged a box of decorative lights. Although she walked slowly, at least she was working.

Only...

The scene shifts, and the style changes abruptly.

Under a huge coconut tree, it is the only shady spot on the entire beach.

A bamboo rocking chair, which I don't know where it came from, is swaying gently in the sea breeze.

"Squeak—squeak—"

A person is lying in the rocking chair.

A tattered straw hat covered his face, his hands were folded on his stomach, and his signature flip-flops swayed back and forth with the rhythm of the rocking chair.

Next to it was the large, chipped tea mug, with a freshly broken reed tube inserted inside.

This doesn't look like they're here to film a TV show.

This is clearly an old man at the village entrance drying salted fish!

【…】

[Am I seeing things? Everyone else is working themselves to the bone, and he's sleeping?!]

[Lin Mo, get out of the entertainment industry! You have no manners!]

I feel so sorry for my older siblings, having to be paired with such a lazybones!

[Isn't the production team going to do anything about this? This is just too much of a slack!]

The production team certainly wanted to get involved.

The director's hand was shaking as he held the walkie-talkie; he wished he could rush up and kick Lin Mo off.

But he held back.

Because data monitoring shows that whenever the camera cuts to Lin Mo, this "good-for-nothing," despite the criticism, the number of comments and interactions skyrockets.

Black and red are still red!

Just then.

Lin Chacha, who had been dawdling, suddenly had an idea.

She looked at the 50-pound cement sunshade base in front of her, and then at Lin Mo, who was enjoying himself in the shade of a tree in the distance.

Isn't this a control group delivered right to our doorstep?

As long as she acts pitiful, it will only highlight Lin Mo's coldness and ruthlessness.

Wouldn't that completely solidify her "stupid beauty" persona and Lin Mo's "submissive man" persona?

Thinking about this...

Lin Chacha carefully straightened her bangs, adjusted them to the most slimming angle, and gave the photographer a pitiful look.

Then, she took a deep breath.

I took small, quick steps and moved to the coconut tree.

At this moment, Lin Mo was in a state between dreaming and waking.

The sea breeze is so refreshing, and the lingering sweetness of last night's lard noodles is still lingering in my mouth.

Sudden.

A cloyingly sweet perfume scent, mixed with a affected, high-pitched voice, forced its way into his ears.

"Brother Lin Mo~~~"

That voice, with its twists and turns, is at least five pluses high in sugar content.

Lin Mo didn't move.

He didn't even lift his straw hat.

Only his toes stopped wobbling, and he replied in a languid voice that seemed to come from hell:

"Not here. Burn paper money if you need anything."

Lin Chacha's smile froze for a moment.

But she is, after all, a professional "green tea" (a manipulative woman), with extremely strong mental fortitude.

She crouched down, extended a finger, and gently poked Lin Mo's arm.

"Oh, Brother Lin Mo, you're kidding me, aren't you?"

"They really can't move that parasol base."

Lin Chacha pointed to the heavy cement block not far away, her eyes instantly reddening, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"That's so heavy! I tried it several times and my hands got blistered."

"You're a boy, you're strong, can you help me out?"

After saying that, she put her hands together in a cute pleading gesture.

The barrage of comments was instantly aroused with protective instincts:

Poor Chacha! Her hands are all red!

Is Lin Mo even a man? How could he make a girl do such heavy work?

[Get up and help! Stop pretending to be dead!]

[If this were Young Master Zhao, he would have rushed over already! Lin Mo really has no manners!]

Under the straw hat.

Lin Mo sighed.

So annoying.

Why is it so hard to get some sleep?

He finally managed to stretch out a hand and slightly lift the straw hat off his face.

He revealed a dead fish eye and gave Lin Chacha a cold glance.

"Can't move it?"

"Mmm!" Lin Chacha nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"oh."

Lin Mo put the straw hat back over his face, turned over, and faced away from her.

"If you can't move it, just leave it there."

"Anyway, it's not me who's getting sunburned."

???

Lin Chacha was dumbfounded.

What kind of answer is this?

Is this something a carbon-based organism could say?

According to the script, shouldn't you immediately jump up to help to show your gentlemanly manners?

Even if you're just putting on an act, you have to pretend!

"But...but the director said we won't get any food if we don't complete the mission!"

Lin Chacha grew anxious and raised her voice a few decibels, "Besides, everyone's watching, Brother Lin Mo, how can you bear to see a girl like me standing here in the sun?"

This is moral blackmail.

This is blatant moral blackmail.

If it were the sycophant from before, he would probably have scurried over there eagerly upon hearing this.

pity.

The person lying here now is Niohuru Linmo.

His greatest skill is kicking back moral blackmail like trash.

"Miss Lin Chacha".

Lin Mo's voice came out muffledly from under his straw hat, tinged with impatience.

"First of all, I'm here to record a show, not to do manual labor."

Secondly.

He suddenly sat up.

The movement was a bit too big, which startled Lin Chacha.

Lin Mo clutched his lower back in pain, his face contorted in agony.

"hiss--"

He gasped, his acting skills exploding instantly.

"Ouch, I can't take it anymore."

"I ate too much cold food last night, plus I woke up too fast this morning."

"The doctor said I have a congenital lumbar disc herniation accompanied by habitual kidney deficiency."

"It belongs to Class I protected waste."

Lin Mo looked at the dumbfounded Lin Chacha with a serious expression and pointed to the fifty-pound base.

"That thing, let alone fifty pounds."

"Even if it's a five-pound watermelon, if I were to lift it, I'd probably spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair."

"At that time..."

He suddenly revealed a sinister smile, looking Lin Chacha up and down.

"If I become paralyzed, will you take care of me for the rest of my life?"

"The kind where you clean up after someone who poops and peees?"

Lin Chacha was so frightened by his smile that she took a step back.

His face turned deathly pale instantly.

responsible?

take care of?

Still cleaning up after people's excrement and urine?

Just thinking about that scene makes her want to throw up!

"No...no need..."

Lin Chacha stammered, her hand, which had been reaching out to pull Lin Mo, recoiled as if she had been electrocuted.

"Since...since Brother Lin Mo's body is so 'weak,' then let's just forget about it."

She emphasized the pronunciation of the character "虚".

They were trying to regain some ground in this way.

Although the comments were still criticizing Lin Mo for being lazy, the sentiment inexplicably shifted slightly:

[Hahaha! What the hell is this habitual kidney deficiency!]

[To avoid work, he portrays himself as useless; Lin Mo is quite ruthless!]

[This reason... is absurd, but I can't refute it!]

[Cha Cha's face turned green; she was probably terrified by being asked to "clean up poop and pee," hahaha!]

[As long as I have no morals, you can't hold me hostage! Learned something new!]

Lin Mo looked at Lin Chacha's expression, which was as if she had swallowed a fly, and sneered inwardly.

You can't even handle this?

This is nothing.

He lay back down in the rocking chair and adjusted to a more comfortable position.

"That's right, health is the foundation of everything."

"After all, I still have millions of dollars in debt. If I were to hurt my back again, I wouldn't be able to afford to pay it back even if I sold myself."

"Excuse me, you're blocking my UV rays."

Lin Chacha was so angry that she trembled all over.

She stamped her foot, tears welling up in her eyes.

This time it wasn't an act.

He was angry.

At this extremely awkward moment.

A magnetic (self-proclaimed) voice descended like a savior.

"Cha Cha, what's wrong?"

Zhao Kuo strode over.

He was covered in sweat, but it shone brightly in the sunlight.

Seeing Lin Chacha's aggrieved look, and then looking at Lin Mo lying on the chair pretending to be dead.

Zhao Kuo instantly realized that his moment of glory had arrived.

This is simply a gift from God!

He climbed to power by stepping on the corpse of Lin Mo, a good-for-nothing, and established his "domineering yet warm-hearted man" persona!

"Young Master Zhao..."

Lin Chacha felt as if she had seen a family member, and tears instantly streamed down her face. "That base is too heavy. I wanted to ask Brother Lin Mo for help, but he said..."

He said he had a bad back and was afraid of becoming paralyzed.

Zhao Kuo almost burst out laughing after hearing this.

Do you have back problems?

How could anyone utter such an excuse?

For a man, admitting that his back is bad is worse than being killed!

This Lin Mo is indeed a spineless coward.

"Oh."

Zhao Kuo sneered, walked to Lin Mo's rocking chair, and looked down at him.

"Lin Mo, I originally thought you were just poor."

"I never imagined you'd abandon even your dignity as a man."

"If it's not working, go home and rest instead of making a fool of yourself here."

Done.

He turned around and walked to the cement base that had left Lin Chacha helpless.

Take a deep breath and focus your energy in your lower abdomen.

Grasp the edge of the base with your right hand.

"rise!"

A low shout.

He lifted the 50-pound base with one hand!

Although the veins on his arms were bulging and his face was a little red, he did manage to lift it up.

The visual impact is off the charts.

Lin Chacha immediately transformed into a fangirl, screaming and clapping: "Wow! Young Master Zhao is amazing! So manly!"

The live chat was also buzzing with excitement:

[Zhao Kuo is awesome!]

[That's a real man! Look at Lin Xuxu next door!]

Lifting 50 pounds with one hand! That's incredible arm strength!

[Without comparison, there's no harm done; Lin Mo's face is probably swollen by now, right?]

Zhao Kuo basked in the admiring gazes of those around him.

He carried the base and deliberately walked up to Lin Mo and waved it around.

His eyes were full of provocation and mockery.

Facing the close-up shot aimed directly at him, Zhao Kuo's lips curled into a wicked and arrogant smile:

"Ladies and gentlemen."

"Some men, you know, are only attracted to their height."

"Actually, it's all very superficial."

"If a man can't even lift this much weight..."

"That's really terrible."