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

Noon.

The sun seemed to be baking the beach.

The air was filled with a salty, fishy, ​​and acrid smell—the protest of the sand after it had been exposed to the scorching sun, and a reflection of the guests' mood at that moment.

There was still no sign of the production crew's supply truck.

The director, holding a megaphone and hiding under a parasol, shouted, "Hang in there, everyone! This is a test of your wilderness survival skills! The water truck won't be here for another half hour!"

half an hour?

What's the difference between this and a death sentence?

Lin Chacha's lips were covered with a layer of white skin, and her voice was so hoarse it sounded like she had swallowed a pound of sand.

Even the fitness coach, who was as strong as an ox, was now slumped on the newly moved speakers, panting with his tongue lolling out, like a dying old dog.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the ceiling.

That damn, towering coconut tree.

Those bunches of heavy, shiny green coconuts looked like jade hanging in the air. What was sloshing inside wasn't coconut juice, but life-saving elixir!

"Gulp."

The sounds of swallowing saliva rose and fell.

But faced with such an absolute height, these usually well-dressed urban elites appear so small and powerless.

This tree is at least seven meters tall by sight.

Moreover, it was so straight that it looked as if God had drawn it with a ruler; the trunk was smooth, without any branches or even a slightly protruding knot.

"How do we pick these?"

Lin Chacha said in a tearful voice, "I can only look but not eat, isn't that torture?"

Just when everyone was in despair.

Zhao Kuo, who had been holding back his anger and wanting to get revenge, suddenly stood up.

He patted the sand off his buttocks, straightened his expensive, though soaked, sports vest, and his eyes sharpened.

opportunity.

This is the legendary golden opportunity!

Although moving things was tiring, it was just a matter of brute force.

Everyone is dying of thirst right now. If I could be a hero and pick a coconut to save everyone from this dire situation...

Wouldn't that wash away all the embarrassment from before?

Moreover, Jiang Ruoyun was watching right there!

This is the perfect moment to showcase a man's charm in conquering nature and taking control of the situation!

"Cough cough."

Zhao Kuo cleared his throat, walked to the coconut tree, and struck what he thought was a very cool starting pose.

"Don't panic, everyone."

He confidently raised his chin, revealing a smile that was three parts wicked and seven parts greasy. "It's just a few coconuts. Leave it to me."

"When I was studying in Australia, I often participated in these kinds of extreme outdoor sports. Climbing trees is actually quite simple once you master the core techniques."

Lin Chacha immediately became a starry-eyed cheerleader: "Wow! Really? Young Master Zhao can climb trees? That's amazing!"

Even Jiang Ruoyun looked up, a hint of anticipation flashing in her eyes.

Although this person is quite annoying, if it really helps me get water, I might as well put up with him this once.

The live chat was instantly flooded with comments from Zhao Kuo's fans:

[Young Master Zhao is awesome! An all-around male god!]

This is true elite education! They can appreciate fine wine and climb trees to pick coconuts!

[Waiting for Lin Mo to get slapped in the face! Lin Xuxu is still sleeping, look at Young Master Zhao!]

[This time, Young Master Zhao is in the atmosphere!]

Amidst cheers and applause.

Zhao Kuo took a deep breath and focused his energy in his dantian.

He stretched his wrists and ankles, then spat twice on the tree trunk and rubbed his hands together (although this action was not very elite, he didn't care about it in order to prevent slipping).

"drink!"

A loud shout.

Zhao Kuo leaped up, wrapped his arms around the tree trunk, and clamped his legs tightly around the tree.

Although the posture was a bit like a koala, at least it got up there.

It is about 50 centimeters off the ground.

"Go for it! Keep it up!" Lin Chacha screamed in encouragement.

Zhao Kuo gritted his teeth, his face turning a deep liver color, and the veins on his forehead bulged out like earthworms.

He started to inch upwards.

One rub, ten centimeters.

Another rub, and it's five centimeters.

Although the bark of the coconut tree looked smooth, it was actually very rough, causing his delicate inner thighs to feel a burning pain.

But he can't stop.

The whole internet is watching! Jiang Ruoyun is watching!

Even if my thighs are chafed raw, I'll still climb up!

one meter.

1.5 meters tall.

Two meters.

Zhao Kuo climbed to a height of about two people.

At this point, his physical strength had been pushed to its limit.

Sweat mixed with sunscreen and hairspray got into his eyes, stinging them so much he couldn't open them.

The worst part is that he had applied too much body oil to his body just now in an attempt to show off.

Now, when I get sweaty, I become as slippery as an eel.

"Slurp—"

Just as he was about to take another step up.

My foot slipped.

Those limited-edition sneakers that cost several thousand dollars couldn't even get a grip on the tree trunk.

This slip was like the first domino falling.

Immediately afterwards, he couldn't hold on to it anymore.

At this moment, gravity ruthlessly demonstrated its power.

"Holy crap..."

Zhao Kuo only had time to let out a short cry of surprise.

It was like sliding down a slide, straight down the tree trunk.

"Sizzle—"

That was the sound of fabric and skin rubbing violently against rough tree bark.

It sounds painful.

"Bang!"

Zhao Kuo plopped down on the beach, kicking up a cloud of sand.

The entire room fell silent.

Lin Chacha, who was just cheering, now had her mouth agape in an "O" shape.

Jiang Ruoyun silently looked away, her tendency to feel embarrassed for others acting up again.

At this moment, Zhao Kuo no longer resembled an elite figure at all.

The clothes on her chest and inner thighs were torn, revealing her bright red and even slightly bleeding skin underneath.

His face was smeared with black ash, and his hair was a mess, like a chicken coop, with a few pieces of bark still clinging to it.

The worst part is...

His carefully maintained "tough guy" persona shattered with that slip.

After a brief silence, the comments section erupted with merciless mockery:

[Hahaha!]

[Is this what extreme sports are like in Australia? Even Australian kangaroos would shake their heads in disbelief!]

[Why does that sliding motion feel strangely silky smooth?]

[Young Master Zhao, have you heard of gravity? You've probably used too much essential oil.]

[It looks painful! This isn't just Waterloo, it's a runaway egg!]

Zhao Kuo sat on the ground, feeling like his buttocks were about to split open.

But he couldn't care less about the pain.

Shame overwhelmed him like a tsunami.

He didn't even dare to look up at Jiang Ruoyun's eyes.

No!

We can't just give up like this!

I need to find an excuse! An excuse that makes it seem like it's not my incompetence, but rather that the objective conditions are too harsh!

Zhao Kuo stood up abruptly, brushed the sand off his body, and although his legs were still shaking, he had to maintain a serious expression.

He pointed at the coconut tree, his face full of indignation.

"There's something wrong with this tree!"

"Director! What kind of tree did you choose?"

"The bark is too slippery, and it's covered in moss; there's nowhere to put your footing!"

To make his point more convincing, Zhao Kuo even pulled the cameraman aside and pointed to a patch of moss on the tree trunk that didn't actually exist.

"See that? This coefficient of friction is simply beyond human capability to overcome!"

"Without professional climbing equipment, such as foot straps or safety ropes, it is impossible for a human to climb up to this point by hand!"

"This defies the common sense of physics!"

He spoke while panting heavily, trying to use a bunch of technical terms to cover up his incompetence.

"I refuse to believe that anyone in this world can climb a seven-meter-tall sliding tree with their bare hands!"

Lin Chacha quickly offered a way out: "Yes, yes, even Young Master Zhao can't climb up, so it must be a problem with the tree! It's too dangerous, let's wait for the waterwheel."

Zhao Kuo took the steps and went downhill with them: "That's right, safety first. I just tried it, it's a high-risk move, please don't imitate it. Let's conserve our energy and wait for rescue."

After saying that, he walked over with a tragic expression that said, "I have done my best, but the enemy is too strong," and sat down.

It was as if he wasn't a loser, but a tragic pioneer.

While there were still sarcastic comments in the live chat, some people were also fooled:

It's really quite tall, and it looks slippery.

What Young Master Zhao said is true; it is indeed difficult to climb without tools.

[This kind of tree is impossible for ordinary people to climb unless they are monkeys or professional harvesters.]

This attempt to save face, though a bit awkward, at least preserved their last shred of dignity.

Everyone assumed that they wouldn't be able to drink the coconut.

I could only continue to endure the burning pain in my throat.

Except for... Jiang Ruoyun.

She's really dying.

As a pampered young lady, her tolerance for thirst is practically zero.

My lips were dry, cracked, and peeling, and it felt like there was a fire burning in my throat.

She looked at the tempting coconut above her head, then glanced at the "straw hat man" next to her who was still pretending to be dead.

Lin Mo.

The man was lying in a rocking chair, his face covered by a straw hat, sleeping peacefully.

His breathing was steady, and he even occasionally let out a soft snore.

It was as if the scorching heat, thirst, and noise around him existed in a parallel universe.

Jiang Ruoyun looked at his long, slender hands with distinct knuckles.

The taste of that bowl of noodles from last night still lingers in my memory.

And there was that dazzling dexterity when weaving the straw hat.

I don't know why.

An absurd idea suddenly popped into her head.

Even a fitness enthusiast like Zhao Kuo with a muscular physique wouldn't do.

This man looks lazy, has little muscle, and even complains of kidney deficiency every day...

What if?

Although this is very unscientific.

But there's nothing scientific about this man to begin with.

Jiang Ruoyun licked her chapped lips.

That yearning for liquid overcame reason and aloofness.

She shifted her position slightly.

They got a little closer to Lin Mo.

then.

She stretched out a small foot clad in a sun-protective sock and gently, tentatively, kicked Lin Mo's flip-flops.

"Feed..."

Her voice was hoarse, with a hint of barely perceptible coquettishness.

The rocking chair stopped rocking.

A very dissatisfied nasal sound came from under the straw hat.

"Um?"

Lin Mo did not immediately take off his hat.

He was playing chess with the Duke of Zhou in his dream, and he was about to win when he suddenly felt someone tickling the soles of his feet.

Who is it?

So blind?

He reached out somewhat irritably and pushed the straw hat covering his face up.

He revealed his sleepy, dead fish eyes.

The blinding sunlight made him squint.

After a few seconds of adjustment, he could see the scene before him clearly.

A face.

A face that was originally exquisite and beautiful now looked somewhat haggard due to dehydration.

Jiang Ruoyun was squatting next to him, looking at him pitifully like a kitten that was about to die of thirst.

He didn't say anything.

Just stare at it.

His eyes were filled with four big words:

Help! My dog's life!

Lin Mo sighed.

He glanced at Jiang Ruoyun's chapped lips.

Then, following her gaze, I looked up at the few unreachable coconuts above my head.

At last.

His gaze fell on Zhao Kuo, who was limping and boasting about "common sense of physics" to someone not far away.

"puff."

Lin Mo couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet shade of the trees.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Mo looked at Jiang Ruoyun again, raised an eyebrow, and spoke with a hint of mockery.

"Didn't Young Master Zhao say that humans can't go up there barehanded?"

"You think...?"

"Am I not human?"

Jiang Ruoyun shook her head.

Her throat hurts so much she doesn't want to talk nonsense.

She stretched out her finger and pointed upwards.

He then pointed to his throat.

Their eyes looked even more pitiful, even pleading.

The meaning was clear: Stop joking, I'm really dying of thirst.

Lin Mo looked at her like this.

The ice in my heart called "giving up" cracked open with a snap.

This is such a hassle.

I originally planned to sleep until the end of the workday.

But why did this woman... specifically cling to me?

Moreover, judging from her appearance, if she really isn't given a drink, she'll probably start crying and clinging to her own leg later.

Lin Mo sat up straight.

He stretched out a big yawn, and his bones cracked and popped.

He did not stand up immediately.

Instead, he rested his chin on his hand, tilted his head, and looked at Jiang Ruoyun.

A mischievous smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

It's like teasing that cat that only wanted to eat dried fish.

"Want a drink?"

Jiang Ruoyun nodded frantically.

"Beg me?"

Jiang Ruoyun hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth, and nodded.

Lin Mo smiled.

He laughed like a bandit taking advantage of a disaster.

He held up a finger and waved it in front of Jiang Ruoyun.

"Okay."

"You want me to risk my old back for you..."

"There has to be some motivation, right?"

"Come."

Lin Mo leaned closer, staring into Jiang Ruoyun's panicked eyes, lowered his voice, and said in an extremely irritating tone:

"Her moan is lovely."

"If you're satisfied, I'll let you know..."

"What does it mean for a man to be unable to be controlled by gravity?"

Jiang Ruoyun lowered her head, her face turning even redder, like a ripe monkey's bottom!

"Lin Mo... Brother (very quietly)"