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

"Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!"

Deafening heavy metal electronic music echoed wildly in the deluxe ocean-view king room of Building A of Heartbeat Hut.

For the sake of that crucial 30% of the live stream's real-time viewership that would determine his fate, Zhao Kuo was going all out.

He not only spent a lot of money to have two professional-grade nightclub DJ machines brought in by the stagehands, but he even turned the lights into extremely dazzling neon scrolling lights.

Zhao Kuo changed into a tight-fitting black deep-V leather jacket, deliberately showing off his chest muscles, which he had built up at a high-end gym for hundreds of thousands of yuan and were covered in baby oil.

Beside him, Lin Chacha also changed into a hot silver sequined halter dress and wore ten-centimeter high heels.

The two of them were like they were on steroids, wildly twisting their bodies in front of the camera, performing an extremely suggestive and greasy hot dance.

"Dear viewers in the live stream! The hottest couple on the entire internet is here to perform a duet dance!"

Zhao Kuo was frantically twisting his hips while shouting hoarsely into the microphone, veins bulging on his forehead.

"If you like Young Master Zhao and Cha Cha, please type 'Support' in the chat!"

"Let's get this trending topic trending in the bottom right corner! Guys, double-tap 666! Let's get me to number one!"

Lin Chacha also flirted wildly at the camera, pouting her lips painted with a "man-slaying" lipstick, and frantically made heart shapes and blew kisses at the screen.

"Brothers and sisters, Chacha didn't even eat dinner today, she's been dancing her heart out to get votes for everyone~"

"Please don't let Young Master Zhao be eliminated! He's already suffered enough today, and he needs your votes to warm his heart!"

The two of them, singing in unison, accompanied by dazzling RGB lighting and deafening shouts, turned what should have been a high-end, luxurious dating reality show into a low-end, tacky product-selling livestream.

Zhao Kuo's management team spent a lot of money to hire online trolls, who immediately flooded the screen with comments to create the illusion that the streets were deserted.

[Young Master Zhao is so handsome! Those pecs, that V-shaped waist, absolutely amazing!]

[Cha Cha is so hot! Support this down-on-their-luck couple! They have to be number one!]

Send gifts! Protect Young Master Zhao and crush that poor, deadbeat locksmith who only knows how to fix locks!

Seeing the real-time popularity on the screen skyrocketing due to the manipulation of online trolls, Zhao Kuo jumped even more energetically, his face full of the arrogance and ruthlessness of a petty person who had achieved his goal.

He could almost see Lin Mo carrying that tattered snakeskin bag, slinking out of the Heartbeat House in a pathetic state.

However, despite the large number of online trolls, the real, living viewers were tormented by the chaotic and bizarre scenes.

[Help... I'm blind! What the hell is this greasy, middle-aged, lustful disco?!]

I was wearing headphones, and his shout of "Bro, double tap 666!" almost killed me on the spot!

[This is too noisy! Too exaggerated! What happened to the sentimental victim persona they were just building? This is absolutely awful!]

[I'm outta here, I can't take it anymore. I'm going to another live stream to cleanse my eyes. If I keep watching, I'm going to call the police.]

Unable to endure the noise any longer, the real audience members began a frantic escape.

They all left Zhao Kuo's live stream room and fled from one guest's split-screen channel to another, like refugees.

Finally, millions of netizens, their heads throbbing from the noise, and filled with extreme frustration, stumbled into Lin Mo's solo live stream by sheer chance.

The moment the scene changes.

Netizens who were just dancing in a nightclub suddenly felt like they had stepped from a noisy slaughterhouse into a quiet and serene ancient temple in the deep mountains.

In Lin Mo's live stream, there was no upbeat, ear-piercing music, no flashing neon lights, and no desperate pleas for attention.

Even a complete human figure cannot be seen clearly.

The entire scene presents an extremely eerie... absolute stillness.

The scorching afternoon sun pierced through the wooden lattice windows of the dilapidated old building C, lazily casting its rays onto the mottled cement floor.

In the interplay of light and shadow, you can even see tiny dust particles slowly dancing in the air.

In the corner of the room, an old-fashioned floor fan, which had been used for who knows how many years, was making a "creaking" mechanical sound as it slowly shook its head.

In the center of the room stood an old bamboo rocking chair, which was also quite old.

A tall, slender figure lay on the rocking chair.

He was wearing extremely casual gray cotton sweatpants and a pair of cheap plastic flip-flops that cost ten yuan for three pairs and had even worn-out soles.

She was wearing a slightly faded white T-shirt on her upper body, and her hands were clasped peacefully on her lower abdomen.

As for that handsome face that should have been shown off from every angle in the dating reality show?

It's completely invisible.

Because his face was completely covered by a thick, yellowed brick-like book.

The scene was extremely quiet.

There were no desperate campaigning efforts, no affected displays of talent, and no noisy spamming by online trolls.

The only background noise in the entire live stream room was the tireless chirping of cicadas outside the window.

And that old bamboo rocking chair, which occasionally made a very slight creaking sound in the breeze.

The millions of netizens who flooded into the live stream stared at the screen for a full ten seconds, completely dumbfounded.

[Holy crap? What's going on? My phone crashed?]

Why is this screen completely still? Are they just showing us a static JPG image to fool us?

[Where's the director? Where did the production team go? Is Lin Mo's live stream signal cut off? Come out and take your punishment!]

[Wait a minute... everyone else is frantically wiggling their hips and shouting to get attention, what's this guy doing?]

Is this some kind of profound performance art? A silent protest against the era of capital and internet traffic, expressed through stillness?

The screen was filled with big question marks as everyone crowded around the screen, trying to find evidence of the video lag.

Just then, sharp-eyed netizens noticed a clue.

A bold red barrage of comments slowly floated across the center of the screen.

[Look! There's no freeze! The image isn't still at all! He's breathing!]

[Seriously! Holy crap! Look at his hands, clasped together on his lower abdomen, rising and falling slightly with his breathing!]

[And that old, broken electric fan, the red cloth strip on its mesh cover is still fluttering!]

[Oh my god... he's actually... sleeping?!]

At this moment, the entire online audience fell into a deep silence and shock.

They had just experienced the kind of frantic, intense competition that Zhao Kuo and Lin Chacha had been going through, to the point where they wanted to smash the screen. Their optic nerves and brain nerves were already on the verge of collapse.

Now, looking at the man on the screen, on a summer afternoon, accompanied by the chirping of cicadas, with an old fan blowing, covered with a book, lying in a rocking chair and taking a leisurely nap.

An incredibly wonderful and unprecedented sense of ultimate comfort suddenly soothed their anxious hearts, like a cool breeze.

It's a sense of relaxation that strikes right at the soul.

[It's so soothing... Listening to the cicadas chirping and watching his belly rise and fall, all the frustration I felt at work today suddenly disappeared.]

[I just barely escaped from Zhao Kuo's brothel-like livestream room, this feels like a paradise on earth that purifies the soul!]

This is real life! All that pointless competition and hypocritical vote-getting is nothing compared to a good night's sleep!

[This is hilarious! Lin Mo really doesn't want to stay on this show for even a second longer! He's determined to get zero attention and get out of here within this hour!]

This guy is so unique! He uses the most extreme form of self-destruction to mock the most hypocritical world of fame and fortune! I absolutely love his deadpan style!

[Shh... guys in the front, please keep your comments quiet, don't wake up Brother Lin Mo.]

The audience members who originally came in to escape the noise miraculously all stayed.

They watched as if they were watching an extremely hypnotic slow-paced documentary, and instead of getting bored, they were watching every detail of Lin Mo sleeping with great interest.

The extremely boring "cloud supervisor sleeping" check-in even started to become popular in the bullet comments.

At 2:15 PM, the left flip-flop looks like it's about to fall off; it's really bothering me because of my OCD.

At 2:20 PM, his hands changed position! From being crossed to lying flat! This is a sign of deep sleep!

[Family, I bet he's sleeping soundly. Listen carefully, there seems to be some movement!]

Just then.

A very faint, rhythmic sound came clearly from the high-sensitivity microphone suspended from the ceiling.

"Hoo... snoring..."

Lin Mo not only fell asleep, but he even let out a comfortable little snore in complete relaxation and without any concern for his image!

This completely stunned the more than 20 million viewers in the live stream.

[Hahahaha! He's snoring! Seriously, snoring!]

[While others are livestreaming product sales or dancing, he's livestreaming himself snoring? This is absolutely a miracle in the history of Chinese variety shows!]

[So cute! This completely unguarded sleeping posture has an irresistible, adorable contrast!]

[No way! I absolutely can't let him succeed! The more he tries to leave, the more I have to boost his popularity!]

[Yes! Capitalists will never compromise! Brothers, share the link to Lin Mo's live stream in our "We Are a Loving Family" group so everyone can see this man who doesn't want to go to work!]

Driven by the extreme rebellious mentality of netizens, a vigorous "reverse idolization" movement began.

Lin Mo's "static live stream," where he remained completely silent and didn't even show his face, has seen its popularity explode and grow wildly!

Three million... five million... eight million... ten million!

Countless passersby, drawn by the trending topic of this bizarre "performance art," flooded into the live stream.

Even the professional online trolls who were trying to boost Zhao Kuo's popularity couldn't resist sneaking in to investigate after seeing the abnormally overwhelming data here.

In the backstage control room, the chief director, Fatty Wang, watched the terrifying popularity curve of Lin Mo's live broadcast room, which was almost vertically rising at a ninety-degree angle.

The walkie-talkie in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud," and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"This actually works?!"

"Sleeping can generate the most trending topic on the entire internet?! Have netizens gone mad?!"

At this moment, Lin Mo was completely unaware of the revelry outside and was sleeping as soundly as a baby.

He was immersed in a sweet dream, dreaming that he had successfully obtained the termination contract, returned to the alley entrance, and was holding a bowl of noodles with soybean paste, playing chess with Grandpa Wang next door under the shade of a tree.

The sunlight gradually slanted westward, making my face feel slightly hot.

"Well……"

Lin Mo mumbled something in the rocking chair, seemingly feeling tired of sleeping in one position.

Under the intense, breathless gaze of more than 20 million eyes.

He casually rolled over.

The range of motion was a little too large.

The thick, old book that had been firmly covering his face instantly lost its balance and slid down his high, straight nose.

With a "thud," it fell onto the concrete floor.

Lin Mo's handsome face, tinged with a hint of languor, was finally exposed to the camera again.

But at this moment, the attention of tens of millions of viewers was no longer on his handsome face.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the book that had fallen to the ground, as if drawn by a super-strong magnet.

The high-definition camera zoomed in with extreme precision, capturing the large, bold, earthy characters on the cover.

The next second, the entire live stream chat exploded!