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

On the beach, everyone stared wide-eyed in unison.

Dozens of high-definition cameras focused their lenses on Lin Mo's large hand that had just emerged from his pocket.

Under the gaze of 80 million pairs of eyes across the internet, filled with fervent and erotic fantasies.

What Lin Mo held in his hand was neither some earth-shattering artifact nor some indescribable object.

Instead, it's a... bamboo?

To be precise, it was a simple, rough, and even poor-quality bamboo flute with uneven paint.

"puff--"

The mouthful of mineral water that Zhao Kuo had just drunk sprayed directly onto Lin Mo's leg.

"Cough cough cough... Brother Lin, you went all that way to your crotch and this is what you pulled out?"

While coughing exaggeratedly, Zhao Kuo pointed at the bamboo flute in Lin Mo's hand and mocked him without any attempt to hide it.

"Isn't this the same toy they used to trick kids into buying for ten dollars at that run-down market on the island during the day?"

With him taking the lead, even the few camera crew members who were already prepared to fawn over him couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Lin Chacha covered her mouth in an exaggerated manner.

"Brother Lin Mo, you're not really planning to compare this toy to Brother Yu Xuan's million-dollar custom-made Martin guitar, are you?"

"This is an instrument from a completely different dimension."

Hearing these sarcastic remarks, Zhou Yuxuan's originally ashen face finally softened a bit.

He gracefully shifted his sitting posture, the expensive Martin guitar still gleamingly resting on his lap.

Zhou Yuxuan looked at Lin Mo with a condescending disdain and a sense of pity that said, "You're nothing but a clown."

"Lin Mo, music is an extremely sacred art."

Zhou Yuxuan spoke in an extremely high-sounding manner, attempting to regain the moral and professional high ground in front of tens of millions of people.

"I admit you may be a good cook, but please don't use these cheap, ten-yuan handicrafts from tourist attractions to insult the word 'music'."

"This is not only disrespectful to me, but also to all the audience members present."

Zhou Yuxuan's words were like a knife to the heart, directly placing Lin Mo in an extremely embarrassing moral low ground.

In the live stream, Zhou Yuxuan's fans immediately went wild, spamming the chat and controlling the comments.

[My brother is right! Trying to scam a million-dollar guitar with a ten-dollar piece of broken bamboo is practically a moon-landing level scam!]

[This is hilarious! Does Lin Mo have some kind of serious illness? Does he really think he can win just by bragging a little?]

A clown is a clown; a chef should go back to his cooking and stop making a fool of himself here!

Please, please eliminate this greasy guy already! Don't pollute our brother's eyes!

However, he faced vicious ridicule from the entire internet and arrogant accusations from Zhou Yuxuan.

Lin Mo didn't even bother to offer a single punctuation mark in his rebuttal.

He casually rubbed the blowhole of the bamboo flute with his thumb, and his deep, lifeless eyes revealed a pure, indifferent detachment from the world.

"An insult to music?"

Lin Mo gave a mocking sneer in his heart.

In his past life, he was an all-around national hero who was proficient in all the traditional musical instruments of China's five thousand years of history!

In his eyes, musical instruments have never been distinguished by their superiority or inferiority.

What truly gives an instrument its soul is the performer's realm of understanding, that terrifying, ingrained muscle memory and cultural depth.

Is a mere mass-produced industrial guitar, tainted with the stench of money, worthy of being compared to the noble Chinese bamboo flute, which has been passed down for thousands of years?

It's really a big joke in the world!

"You talk too much nonsense."

Lin Mo uttered four words in a hoarse voice, and then, to the astonishment of everyone present,

He closed his eyes lazily.

With his legs slightly apart, his previously loose body seemed to be suddenly infused with a terrifying core power the moment he closed his eyes.

The breath sinks down, focusing on the dantian.

Lin Mo slowly raised his hands and steadily placed the extremely cheap ten-yuan bamboo flute against his thin lips.

This is a simple starting stance.

But this caused the mocking smile on Zhou Yuxuan's face to freeze abruptly.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

Lin Mo's posture in holding the flute was standard and relaxed, yet it exuded an extremely terrifying sense of control!

"Impossible..." Zhou Yuxuan reassured himself inwardly, "He must be bluffing!"

next second.

Lin Mo gently pressed his long, slender fingers on the flute holes.

Thin lips naturally fit the blowhole.

"Waaah—"

A clear, melodious flute note, seemingly capable of piercing the soul, suddenly rang out on the quiet beach!

There was no fancy prelude, no noisy strumming accompaniment.

There was only this one pure, ethereal long note.

But like a sharp sword, it instantly cut off the roar of the waves and also cut off the breath of everyone present!

This is not some elegant, obscure traditional classical piece.

Instead, it's the wildly popular hit song that has gone viral across the internet in recent years, a true test of singing skills and breath control – "The Wind Rises"!

When the first familiar melody flowed from that simple bamboo flute.

The entire beach instantly fell into a terrifying silence.

Everyone stared in horror, as if witnessing some incredible miracle!

A broken bamboo shoot for ten yuan?!

How could it possibly produce such a clear, extremely full tone, even carrying a sense of vicissitude and destiny?!

Lin Mo completely ignored the shock of those around him.

He was completely immersed in his own world, his eyes closed, letting the sea breeze blow against his oversized white T-shirt.

As the melody quickly builds to its climax.

Lin Mo displayed terrifying, superhuman, god-like playing skills!

Double tonguing, triple tonguing, glissando, vibrato!

Those highly difficult techniques that can only be perfectly mastered in national-level concert halls by top-notch masters of traditional Chinese music.

He effortlessly and languidly kneaded this popular hit song!

The dense notes were like a raging storm, yet they flowed together smoothly without the slightest awkwardness!

The director filming was so excited he was trembling.

He practically screamed into the walkie-talkie, "Close-up! Quick! Give me a close-up! Get it right in his face!"

The high-definition camera zoomed in precisely.

On the screen, a visually striking and deadly image appeared.

Because the high notes in this song "The Wind Rises" are dense, the requirements for breath control are extremely demanding.

Lin Mo's Adam's apple, which was originally hidden under the collar of his white T-shirt, was now shifting with his long, powerful breath.

It slid up and down violently and sensually!

Each swipe brings out the clearly defined muscle lines of the neck.

His thin lips, glistening with moisture from his focused playing, were moistened.

The dim, flickering campfire emitted a powerful, almost suffocating, masculine aura!

Jiang Ruoyun, sitting next to him, was completely stunned.

Her beautiful peach blossom eyes were fixed on Lin Mo's sexy Adam's apple and slightly moist thin lips.

The coldness in his eyes had completely vanished.

Instead, there is an extreme, fervent obsession with it!

Lin Mo's lazy, arrogant words from before were now replaying wildly in her mind:

"I actually prefer talking to doing things."

Jiang Ruoyun swallowed hard, feeling her cheeks burning hot as if they were about to spontaneously combust.

"Oh my god..."

She murmured softly, feeling as if her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

It's not just Jiang Ruoyun.

At this point, the live stream had completely crashed.

Eighty million enthusiastic viewers were completely overwhelmed by the terrifying power of traditional Chinese music and Lin Mo's deadly audiovisual hormones!

[Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!!!]

[I literally knelt down and listened! Is this really the sound of a cheap, ten-dollar flute?!]

[Amazing lung capacity! He played the entire chorus of this song in one breath without even a chance to breathe?!]

[Aaaaaah! That bobbing Adam's apple! Those slightly damp lips! Kill me! Lin Shen, you're a walking hormone-generating machine!]

[Where are Zhou Yuxuan's fans? Speak up! Is this an insult to music?! This is like giving you ignorant frogs a lesson in traditional Chinese music!]

[A devastating blow! This is an absolute devastating blow! A million-dollar guitar is nothing but a pile of scrap metal in front of this broken bamboo!]

[Lin Mo: I told you I prefer using my mouth, but you wouldn't believe me. Now you know how terrifying my verbal skills are, right?]

"Ugh—!"

Accompanied by a final, high-pitched, ethereal long note.

Lin Mo gracefully removed the bamboo flute from his lips and slowly opened his dead fish eyes.

The song ended.

The melodious echoes were carried away into the distance by the gentle sea breeze.

The entire beach.

You could hear a pin drop.

Only the faint crackling of the fire echoed in the night.

Everyone stared blankly at the man in the baggy shorts, as if they had just experienced a shocking spiritual baptism.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

The high notes and incredibly long breaths in this piece demand an insane amount of lung capacity.

Just moments ago, Zhou Yuxuan was holding a guitar, arrogantly shouting that he could compete in hand speed and endurance.

now.

His perfect smile.

It has hardened and crumbled into dust, just like inferior cement.