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

The next morning.

In the living room of the Heartbeat House, the atmosphere was like the sea after a storm—dead on the surface, but turbulent beneath.

The chief director, Fatty Wang, stood behind several high-definition cameras, holding a megaphone, a smug look on his face indicating he was in complete control.

"Distinguished guests, and dear viewers in the live broadcast room."

Fatty Wang cleared his throat and provided extremely detailed supplements to the elimination round rules announced yesterday.

To ensure absolute fairness and impartiality, this "Heartbeat Voting Elimination System" will employ a dual-track scoring method!

"The final score is composed of 70% from the real-name votes of all viewers across the internet, plus 30% from the real-time popularity of the individual live stream!"

"Based on the combined data, the male and female guests who rank at the bottom will immediately pack their bags and leave the Heartbeat House!"

At this point, Fatty Wang deliberately turned his gaze to Lin Mo, who had just come out of the room, and his voice suddenly rose.

"I would like to reiterate that the elimination of guests by votes is a peaceful termination of the contract in accordance with the wishes of the audience."

"Not only will you not have to pay any penalty for breach of contract, the production team will also fully reimburse your old-fashioned train ticket home!"

Wang Pangzi practically spat out these words through gritted teeth, clearly implying to Lin Mo: Get lost and stop getting in the way!

However, Lin Mo did not feel any humiliation.

He even felt that at this moment, Fatty Wang's fat body was radiating a holy Bodhisattva's radiance!

No penalty fee required! They'll even reimburse your travel expenses!

Where on earth can you find such an understanding film crew?!

"Great! That's wonderful!"

Lin Mo screamed inwardly, feeling as if the mountain of "five million" pressing down on him had instantly vanished into thin air.

Even the air we breathed in smelled sweet.

Sitting at the other end of the sofa, Zhao Kuo's eyes were as cold and sinister as a venomous snake coiled in a ditch.

He just lost so much face in front of the whole internet yesterday, becoming a complete "scapegoat" and a huge victim.

The online public opinion is now practically tearing him apart.

If he is eliminated at this time, he will never be able to hold his head high in the circle of rich second-generation people in Beijing for the rest of his life!

He must win! And he must win with an overwhelming, first-place finish!

Only by trampling Lin Mo, that poor bastard, underfoot and watching him slink away in disgrace, can I wash away this great humiliation!

While the camera wasn't focused on him, Zhao Kuo secretly reached into his pocket and blindly typed a message to his agent.

"Spend money on me! Contact every online troll company on the internet!"

"No matter how much it costs, I have to get my votes and popularity to number one! I'll crush that piece of trash Lin Mo!"

After sending the message, Zhao Kuo took a deep breath.

He quickly adjusted his facial expression, perfectly concealing the resentment and ruthlessness in his eyes.

Instead, there is a sense of brokenness that remains resilient despite having experienced immense heartbreak.

"Director, may I say a few words first?"

Zhao Kuo stood up and walked to the front of the main camera.

He lowered his eyes slightly, deliberately letting the light cast a melancholy shadow on his face, and his eyes even began to redden slightly.

"Hello everyone in the live stream, this is Zhao Kuo."

His voice was deep and hoarse, with a slight tremor.

"Everyone should have seen what happened yesterday."

"I admit that in relationships, I may be a victim, a fool who has been deceived."

Zhao Kuo gave a bitter laugh and shook his head self-deprecatingly.

"But I don't regret it, because I've always been sincere and open-hearted when it comes to relationships."

"Yesterday, I experienced the darkest moment of my life. I even thought about giving up on recording and running away from this place."

At this point, Zhao Kuo suddenly raised his head, his eyes becoming extremely determined.

"But! I can't leave!"

"I participated in 'Heart Signal' to find true love and to fulfill my dream!"

"I will never be completely defeated by one betrayal!"

Zhao Kuo bowed deeply to the camera, his voice extremely sincere, even choked with emotion, as he pleaded:

"Therefore, I implore you all!"

"Please cast your precious vote for me! Give me a chance to prove myself again and to believe in love again!"

Please support me! Thank you!

This tearful and moving speech was a textbook example of public relations whitewashing.

It must be said that Zhao Kuo's face, combined with his victim-like demeanor, is indeed extremely deceptive.

In the live stream, Zhao Kuohua's paid online trolls immediately started spamming the chat and stirring up trouble.

[Waaaaah, poor Young Master Zhao! It's clearly that scumbag woman's fault, why does he have to bear the consequences?]

[Go, Mr. Zhao! We'll always support you!]

[My heart aches for Zhao Kuo, brother! Fly bravely, and your wife will always be with you!]

He's been cheated on so badly, let's all take pity on him and vote for him.

With the help of online trolls and some viewers overflowing with sympathy, Zhao Kuo's real-time votes began to rise slowly.

Zhao Kuo looked at the real-time data screen beside him, a hint of barely perceptible smugness flashing in his eyes.

He turned his head and gave Lin Mo, who was standing in the corner, a defiant look.

You poor bastard, what do you have to fight me with? I could bury you alive with money!

"Alright, guest Zhao Kuo's remarks were very sincere."

Fatty Wang readily took the lead in clapping, then pointed the megaphone at Lin Mo.

"Next, please welcome guest Lin Mo to come forward and deliver your campaign speech."

Swish!

The eyes of everyone in the living room, as well as the eyes of more than 20 million viewers in the live broadcast room, instantly focused on Lin Mo.

Everyone is curious about what kind of words this man, who just orchestrated the shocking "scapegoat" scandal, will use to retaliate against Zhao Kuo.

Will he take advantage of the recent controversy to play the victim and then step on Zhao Kuo to gain sympathy?

however.

When Lin Mo stepped out of the shadows and was fully exposed to the light.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

Even the well-informed and knowledgeable director, Fatty Wang, couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

Lin Mo was carrying an extremely large, faded military green canvas backpack.

The bag was stuffed full, and the zipper could barely be closed.

In his left hand, he was carrying that iconic, chipped-paint large tea mug.

In his right hand, he was even carrying a red plastic mesh bag for holding toiletries.

This isn't a campaign stunt.

This is clearly a migrant worker who just squeezed off the train station and was about to go to the city to work!

He's already packed all his luggage! He's ready to grab his bags and leave at any moment!

"Lin Mo... what are you doing?"

Fatty Wang pointed at the huge package on Lin Mo's back, his voice cracking, "I told you to campaign, what are you doing carrying a bag like that?"

Lin Mo ignored Fatty Wang's shock.

He dragged his heavy steps to the front of the camera.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, Lin Mo solemnly removed his baseball cap.

He pressed his hands tightly against the seams of his trousers, faced the camera, and gave a deep, 90-degree bow with utmost sincerity and precision.

He bowed for a full five seconds before getting up.

"Dear viewers, dear family members."

Lin Mo stared directly at the camera, his expression more serious and sincere than ever before.

"During this period, I've been eating, drinking, and having fun every day on the show, not doing any work, which has caused trouble for everyone."

"I am well aware that on this stage where elites gather, I am like a rat dropping mixed in with pearls, completely out of place."

"I don't have the same ambition as Young Master Zhao, nor do I have his broad-mindedness to remain strong and smile even after being cheated on, saying that I still believe in love."

Lin Mo sighed, his tone filled with the sorrow of self-reflection.

"Therefore, on my own behalf, I would like to make an extremely impolite request to everyone."

He suddenly reached out and pointed at Zhao Kuo, who was still striking a pose of a deeply affectionate and domineering CEO.

"Everyone, please! You absolutely must! You must vote for Young Master Zhao!"

"Look at him! He's so pitiful! What an inhuman emotional blow he suffered yesterday!"

"He needs this stage to heal more than I do, and he needs your love more than I do to fill the void in his head... no, in his heart!"

Zhao Kuo's face turned green instantly, and his back teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

Is he trying to get votes for me, or is he repeatedly reminding the whole internet that I've been cheated on?!

Lin Mo showed no sign of stopping. He clasped his hands together and made a gesture that was almost pleading towards the camera.

"As for me..."

Lin Mo's eyes even welled up with a few glistening physiological tears.

"Please, have mercy and let me go!"

"I really can't stay here any longer!"

"Do you know what? If I don't go back soon..."

Lin Mo's voice suddenly rose, filled with anxiety and despair.

"The two pigs I keep in my backyard are going to starve to death!"

"And the two acres of wheat I contracted are all ripe now. If I don't go back and harvest them soon, they'll all rot in the field!"

"Can you really bear to watch a hardworking farmer lose his entire year's harvest?!"

"Please let me go home to harvest the wheat! Please!"

Dead silence.

The entire Heartbeat House seemed to have been put on pause.

Everyone looked at Lin Mo as if he were an alien.

After a bizarre five-second pause, the live stream's bullet screen system completely crashed!

[Hahahaha! Holy crap! Help! My stomach is about to explode from laughing!]

[What the hell? The pigs in the backyard are starving! What the hell? Go home and harvest the wheat!]

I laughed so hard I cried! What era did this guy come from?!

He even carried a bunch of scallions on his back! He was truly ready to clock out in a second!

Everyone else says, "Vote for me for my dreams," but he says, "Eliminate me for my two pigs!"

[This is incredible! I almost believed Zhao Kuo's sob story just now, but then Lin Mo's shout about harvesting wheat turned this dating reality show into a "Get Rich Through Agriculture" program!]

[This is hilarious! He was frantically campaigning for Zhao Kuo, and Zhao Kuo's face was so green it was practically reflecting light!]

[Guys! This guy is so relatable! Isn't that exactly me, desperately wanting to leave work every day?!]

Want to leave? No way! Capitalists would never let their workers go home so easily!

[Family! Support Lin Mo to the death! We absolutely cannot let him go back to harvest the wheat! Let his pigs go hungry!]

In the backstage control room.

As the chief director, Fatty Wang, watched the real-time popularity on the screen rise sharply, his lips twitched uncontrollably.

He covered his face with one hand; it was almost unbearable to look at.

"That's a ridiculous excuse!"

"It's 2026 already! Who the hell still harvests wheat by hand?! Does he think he's in a period drama?!"

The assistant director timidly offered a reminder: "Director Wang... but the audience seems to really like his act; his votes just jumped by 100,000 in an instant..."

"Let it go up! We still have 30% of the livestream's viewership!"

Fatty Wang gritted his teeth and snorted coldly.

"This concludes the vote-soliciting segment!"

Fatty Wang picked up the walkie-talkie and issued the latest instructions to the entire audience.

"Next, all guests will return to their respective rooms for a one-hour solo live stream session!"

"The number of viewers and the amount of interaction in the chat during this one-hour live stream will directly determine 30% of your popularity score!"

Upon hearing this rule, Lin Mo, who was already carrying his luggage, curled up a sly smile.

He probably can't control those rebellious netizens with 70% of the votes.

But with that 30% of the live stream's popularity, he's absolutely confident he'll come in last place!

Lin Mo swayed the backpack on his back, turned around and walked into his single room.

"You want me to interact and generate buzz?"

Lin Mo looked at the high-definition camera in the room that was pointing directly at the bed and yawned widely.

To ensure that absolutely no one voted for him, and to completely reduce the popularity of the live stream to rock bottom.

Lin Mo decided to hold his solo live stream during his live stream session.

To conduct an activity that is universally recognized as extremely boring, tedious, and utterly uninteresting—

go to bed.