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

As the music ended, the sea breeze blew across the tranquil beach.

The campfire crackled occasionally, and the entire filming location fell into an eerie silence.

The walkie-talkie in the director's hand fell into the sand with a "thud," as if breaking the spell that had bound everyone.

After a brief pause, the live stream chat exploded with an unprecedented, nuclear-level frenzy!

[That breath! That lung capacity! That tongue dexterity! My goodness, the young lady is truly blessed!]

[It's more than just good fortune! The frequency of his Adam's apple bobbing, the terrifying lung capacity to hit high notes without needing to take a breath—it's incredible!]

[Who was bragging about their guitar speed just now? Where are Zhou Yuxuan's fans? Come out and show yourselves!]

[This is hilarious! Faced with such profound knowledge of traditional Chinese music, Zhou Yuxuan's hand speed was ultimately defeated by Lin Mo's mouth!]

In the monitoring room, the director watched the real-time viewership ratings soar and felt a chill run down his spine.

As a seasoned veteran who understands the secrets of online traffic, how could he possibly let go of this opportunity to create a legendary scene of contrast?

"Quick! Switch to camera number two! Give Zhou Yuxuan a close-up of his face!" The director slammed his hand on the mixing console.

"Add special effects to it! That hilarious 'crack' effect! Get it done right now!"

Accompanied by a comical "click" sound effect.

On the official live stream screen, a black lightning bolt effect suddenly cracked in the center of Zhou Yuxuan's face, which had been meticulously styled but was now stiff like a plaster statue.

This top-tier official mockery completely ignited the comedic spirit of the entire internet, with "hahaha" filling the entire screen in the comments.

Although Zhou Yuxuan couldn't see the special effects in the live stream, he could clearly feel the strange looks he was getting from the staff around him.

His prized million-dollar custom Martin guitar, which he was so proud of, felt like a burning hot stick to his touch as he held it in his arms.

This "unplugged concert by the sea," which Zhou Yuxuan had high hopes for and intended to use to humiliate Lin Mo in every way, ended hastily in a way full of dark humor.

The production team didn't even bother to plan any ending interactions and simply announced that tonight's recording was over.

The crowd gradually dispersed.

The night was deep, and the sea breeze brought a touch of coolness.

Jiang Ruoyun, wearing those expensive shoes, didn't seem to care at all about the fine sand clinging to them.

This is the daughter of Beijing's top conglomerate, who is always seen as aloof and unapproachable by outsiders.

Now, however, she's like a spineless fangirl, taking tiny, quick steps and following closely behind Lin Mo.

Lin Mo still had those dead fish eyes that looked like he hadn't woken up yet.

Wearing a faded gray oversized T-shirt with a slightly worn collar and ten-yuan flip-flops, he wobbled towards Building C.

"Lin Mo, Lin Mo, slow down!"

Jiang Ruoyun stretched out her fair and slender fingers and gripped the hem of Lin Mo's T-shirt tightly, as if she was afraid that if she let go, this treasure of a man would ascend to heaven on the spot.

Her usually world-weary peach blossom eyes were now incredibly bright, as if filled with a dazzling galaxy.

"When exactly did you learn to play the flute? Why didn't I know at all before?"

Faced with this billionaire heiress's extravagant advances and persistent questioning...

Lin Mo's heart was not only completely unmoved, but he even let out a long sigh of disgust.

He stopped and skillfully pulled a large, vintage-looking stainless steel tea mug from his wide trouser pocket.

I unscrewed the lid and took a leisurely sip of the health-preserving tea, which was infused with rich goji berries and red dates.

"What's there to learn? It's just toys you buy randomly at the run-down market on the island in the afternoon to amuse the kids."

Lin Mo waved his hand dismissively, his tone revealing a deep despair, the kind of despair that comes from being forced to work overtime.

"I was just making things up to fool the production crew's cameras, but who knew that the bamboo was actually of good quality and didn't leak any air."

Lin Mo sighed bitterly to the heavens in his heart.

孽 孽!

He clearly just wanted to go through the motions and get through this unfortunate talent show segment!

His core strategy now is to act like a useless coward with no will to live, so that the audience thinks he is perfunctory and disrespectful!

As long as the entire internet hates him and votes him out of the country, he can legally trigger the natural elimination clause in that "slave contract".

This way, he not only avoids paying that outrageous five million yuan penalty for breach of contract, but he can also immediately book a plane ticket home and lie on his comfortable rocking chair in his hometown to bask in the sun!

But what's wrong with this generation of netizens?!

Are they all born with rebellious tendencies?!

The more he slacked off and acted perfunctorily, the more these people fantasized that he was some kind of reclusive master rebelling against capitalism!

He merely moved his lips casually, relying on the muscle memory of his previous life as a master of traditional Chinese music.

Instead of losing followers, he gained an absurd amount of popularity!

If this bizarre trend continues, will he ever be able to retire and go back to farming?!

Looking at Lin Mo's indifferent expression, which seemed to say "Don't bother me, I want to go home,"...

Jiang Ruoyun showed no displeasure at being ignored; instead, she precisely activated the "die-hard fan" filter.

Good heavens!

His relaxed attitude of not caring about fame and fortune and regarding popularity as dirt is a million times more handsome than those male celebrities who frantically try to steal the spotlight in front of the camera!

"You're lying!"

Jiang Ruoyun pouted sweetly, her voice so soft and sweet it seemed like it could be drawn out in silk.

"I saw your Adam's apple bobbing just now... you were clearly very focused!"

Lin Mo rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on, and decided to use a ruthless physical interruption method.

"Miss Jiang, please look up at the sky. It's already very late."

Lin Mo deftly pulled the hem of her clothes out of her soft little hands and pointed to the brightly lit luxury villa, Building A, next to her.

"Older people like us need to get our beauty sleep on time."

"If you don't go to your luxury ocean view room to wash up soon, you'll have terrible dark circles under your eyes tomorrow morning."

After saying that, Lin Mo turned around without hesitation, leaving the young lady from the Beijing elite circle with a dashing back of her head.

He pushed open the rickety, dilapidated wooden door of the storage room in Building C and went inside with a creak.

He watched as the broken door slammed shut mercilessly before his eyes.

Jiang Ruoyun didn't feel rejected at all; instead, she held her burning cheeks in her hands with a lovesick expression.

She stomped her feet happily on the spot, giggled for a long time, and then reluctantly walked towards Building A.

At this time.

In stark contrast to this is the most luxurious top-tier ocean view suite on the third floor of Building A.

"Bang—Crack!!"

A crisp, violent sound of shattering glass echoed loudly in the spacious, quiet room.

An imported water cup worth several thousand yuan was violently smashed against the wall and shattered into pieces instantly.

Glass shards were scattered all over the ground.

Zhou Yuxuan's eyes were bloodshot, and his chest heaved violently, like a trapped beast cornered on the edge of a cliff.

He picked up his phone, which was lying on the leather sofa, with trembling hands.

On the screen was Weibo's glaring trending topics list.

#Lin Mo's god-like lung capacity is on full display#

#Zhou Yuxuan's hand speed lost to his verbal skills#

Each striking red word was like a series of resounding slaps to his proud face!

He opened his Weibo homepage and watched as his follower count plummeted at an alarming rate.

Posts from fans who unfollowed and turned against their idols in the supertopic have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

Zhou Yuxuan frantically grabbed his hair, turning his meticulously styled 3/7 parted hairstyle into a messy bird's nest.

He is a top idol who is protected by top capital and worshipped on a pedestal by millions of fans.

Her culinary skills were utterly crushed by Lin Mo's juicy grilled sausage, which wasn't even presented properly.

Now, even the music industry, which he is so proud of and relies on for his livelihood, is now facing challenges.

Lin Mo used a cheap, broken bamboo flute with paint that hadn't even dried properly to deliver a devastating blow, leaving not a single bone fragment behind!

A strong sense of humiliation, frustration, and extreme resentment gnawed at Zhou Yuxuan's reason like a venomous snake.

No!

He absolutely cannot admit defeat like this!

Zhou Yuxuan suddenly stood up from the sofa and walked irritably to the huge floor-length mirror.

His eyes were gloomy as he roughly ripped off his expensive haute couture shirt, which was soaked with sweat.

A muscular, visually striking upper body is instantly exposed to the air.

To maintain his perfect male god image, he spends a lot of money year after year in high-end VIP private gyms.

Strictly controlling my diet every day, plus applying expensive tanning oil.

He developed a well-defined eight-pack and a full chest.

Looking at his powerful, sculpted physique in the mirror, Zhou Yuxuan's unfocused gaze gradually hardened with a hint of ruthlessness.

"Lin Mo, don't get too cocky."

Zhou Yuxuan gritted his teeth and sneered, gently stroking his hard abdominal muscles with his palm.

"So what if you know some obscure, useless ancient instruments? That's just taking shortcuts!"

"In this society that idolizes strength, a man's true ultimate charm always lies in his powerful physical strength and abundant testosterone!"

Zhou Yuxuan quickly reviewed all of Lin Mo's actions over the past few days in his mind.

During the past few days of filming, Lin Mo was either lazily lounging on the broken rocking chair in the yard and sleeping, or like a lord holding a broken thermos and drinking goji berry tea.

They always wear baggy, shapeless sun protection clothing or old T-shirts that completely obscure their figure.

He walks so slowly, as if lifting his leg even slightly would kill him.

"Given his weak, half-dead old man demeanor, his physical strength is absolutely pathetic!"

Zhou Yuxuan came to this conclusion with certainty, and a fierce competitive spirit rekindled in his eyes.

Since we can't compete with things that require skill, like talent and cooking.

Then let's use our savage, direct physical strength to completely crush Lin Mo into the mud on the beach!

He wanted to make Lin Mo lose face and be completely humiliated in front of all the cameras and Jiang Ruoyun!

Thinking of this, Zhou Yuxuan quickly grabbed his phone and dialed his personal assistant's number.

As soon as the call connected, Zhou Yuxuan urgently and through gritted teeth issued the order.

"Tomorrow afternoon, have the production team arrange a high-intensity beach volleyball match! And while you're at it, airlift my best-fitting workout gear. I refuse to believe that this guy who drinks goji berry tea all day and has kidney deficiency can beat my eight-pack abs!"

Meanwhile, Lin Mo, who was fast asleep in Building C, turned over.

He had no idea that tomorrow, the "terrifying core power" he had been hiding beneath his oversized T-shirt would drive the entire internet into a frenzy...