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

That large, rough hand, carrying a faint peach scent, steadily rested on Jiang Ruoyun's shoulder, which was trembling slightly with anger.

It didn't require much effort, yet it carried an irresistible and extremely reassuring power.

Jiang Ruoyun was stunned.

Her burning anger was instantly extinguished by a basin of extremely warm water the moment that large hand covered her.

She subconsciously turned her head and looked at the man sitting next to her.

Lin Mo remained as lazy and spineless as ever, with his signature dead fish eyes drooping.

"sit down."

Lin Mo's voice was hoarse, carrying a sense of world-weariness from someone who hadn't woken up properly.

But his hand on Jiang Ruoyun's shoulder gently pulled her back into the large beach chair.

"Isn't it beneath you to get angry at someone like that?"

Lin Mo slowly pulled a wet wipe from the cardboard box on the table.

He didn't even glance at Zhou Yuxuan in the distance, but kept his head down, intently wiping the sticky peach juice residue off his fingers.

He wiped each hair meticulously, as if it were some priceless treasure.

Looking at his seemingly indifferent demeanor, Jiang Ruoyun couldn't suppress the grievances and anger in her heart.

She grabbed Lin Mo's arm with her other hand, and her once cool and aloof peach blossom eyes were now filled with a fierce, protective light.

"But what gives him the right to say that about you?!"

Jiang Ruoyun angrily raised her voice, which sounded particularly crisp on the quiet beach.

"What's so great about a peacock-like guy who just plays with a broken piece of wood?"

This young lady, who usually pays great attention to socialite etiquette, completely abandoned her composure at this moment, looking like a little lioness with her fur standing on end.

She pointed to Zhou Yuxuan in the distance and spoke gently without any hesitation:

"His hands are only good for playing those horribly noisy, lousy tunes!"

"Your hands are for cooking for me and peeling fruit for me!"

Jiang Ruoyun raised her chin with extreme hypocrisy and self-righteousness.

"Your hands are a hundred times, a thousand times, more noble than his broken hands!"

"He's not even worthy to carry your shoes!"

These words silenced the entire room.

Zhao Kuo's fat face twitched violently, while Zhou Yuxuan was so angry that his face turned ashen, and his fingers holding the microphone were clicking.

A top Asian celebrity, an idol with 80 million fans.

In the mouth of the daughter of Beijing's top tycoon, she's not even as good as a cook?!

Not even worthy to carry their shoes?!

After a brief pause, the chat in the live stream erupted into a frenzy of excitement.

[Hahaha! Holy crap! The young lady is awesome! Her fiercely protective side has completely awakened!]

[Double standards to the extreme! In your eyes, Jay Chou's playing is just a piece of jagged wood, while Lin Shen cutting a peach is like a god descending to earth, right?!]

[Jiang Ruoyun: My man, only I can bully him! No one else can say a word against him!]

[This is so sweet! This isn't insulting anyone, it's practically a public declaration of love for Lin Shen in front of the entire internet!]

[Zhou Yuxuan: What did I do wrong to deserve this bloody dog ​​food?]

At this moment, Lin Mo, who was in the eye of the storm, paused slightly as he wiped his fingers.

A very complex light flashed in his lowered eyes.

"Your hands are for cooking for me."

These words were like a soft feather, gently brushing against Lin Mo's heart, which had long been frozen in the world of fame and fortune and only wanted to retire.

Lin Mo casually tossed the soiled wet wipe into the trash can.

"That silly woman..."

He sighed inwardly with utter helplessness, but a faint smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

He really just wanted to be a transparent background figure, letting these clowns jump around and get through the night before going back to sleep.

But now it seems that this "sugar daddy and dining partner" has suffered a great injustice.

As a truly dedicated servant, how could I let my fellow eater suffer?

"Alright, stop being so stubborn."

Lin Mo naturally patted Jiang Ruoyun's head, as if soothing a grumpy kitten.

then.

Under the watchful eyes of tens of millions of people across the internet.

The man, wearing a wrinkled white T-shirt and ten-yuan plastic flip-flops, slowly stood up.

He didn't straighten his back; he still maintained that loose and slouching posture.

But the moment he stood up straight, a lazy yet terrifying sense of superiority instantly swept across the entire campfire beach!

In his previous life, he was an all-around scholar who excelled in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. The composure and disdain that settled deep within him were something that a mass-produced idol like Zhou Yuxuan could never match.

As Zhou Yuxuan watched Lin Mo walk towards him, a strong sense of crisis inexplicably rose in his heart.

But he quickly suppressed this feeling of absurdity.

"What are you pretending to be?"

Zhou Yuxuan sneered inwardly.

He provocatively thrust the million-dollar Martin guitar forward.

"What's wrong? Chef Lin, are you moved by Ruoyun and ready to show off your skills to me?"

Zhou Yuxuan's tone was full of condescending condescension.

"Here, take it, don't be shy. If you can't read sheet music, I can teach you a few simple fingerings."

Zhao Kuo, standing nearby, let out an extremely grating sneer.

All the camera lenses were fixed on Lin Mo's hands.

Viewers across the internet held their breath, waiting for this "max-level slacker" to strike back.

however.

Lin Mo stopped a meter in front of Zhou Yuxuan.

He casually put his hands in the pockets of his oversized gray shorts, making no attempt to take the expensive guitar.

He simply glanced at Zhou Yuxuan from head to toe with his deep, lifeless eyes.

That look in his eyes was like looking at a piece of extremely stale pork in a market.

"No."

Lin Mo casually picked at his ear, then spoke into the microphone beside him in a lazy yet arrogant tone.

"Forget about the guitar."

"Playing and strumming the strings all day long makes my fingers calloused, and I find it tiring."

Zhou Yuxuan was stunned.

Zhao Kuo was stunned.

Even Jiang Ruoyun, who was sitting in the back sulking, was stunned.

Tired?!

In front of tens of millions of people online, facing the extremely vulgar provocation of a top influencer's fast typing speed, his response was... "I'm tired?"!

What kind of incredibly bizarre "giving up" thought process is this?!

Before anyone could react...

A playful, even slightly wicked smile suddenly appeared on Lin Mo's lips.

He looked at Zhou Yuxuan and, in a slow, clear tone, uttered a divine statement that would be recorded in the annals of Chinese entertainment dating reality shows:

"Rather than taking action."

"I'm actually... more inclined to use my words."

"boom--!!!"

The moment those words were spoken, the sea breeze on the entire beach seemed to freeze instantly.

The entire internet is silent.

Absolute silence!

After a full three seconds of silence!

The live stream's bullet screen system completely and utterly crashed on an epic scale!

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

[What the hell do you prefer to talk?! Lin Shen, are you out of your mind?!]

[Help! This train wheel didn't just run over my face, it drove a high-speed train right onto my forehead!]

[Zhou Dingliu is comparing hand speed, and Lin Shen is comparing tongue skills, huh?! (Facepalm) (Facepalm) (Facepalm)]

[Aaaaaah! Use magic to defeat magic! You're making disgusting jokes, so Lin Shen will just run you over with his Grand Slam dump truck!]

[This reverse lewd joke is absolutely brilliant! And he says it so arrogantly and naturally! How come it doesn't seem lewd at all?!]

[Lin Mo: Playing double entendres with me? When I was playing word games in the world of fame and fortune in my past life, you were still wearing diapers!]

on the beach.

Zhou Yuxuan's delicate face instantly turned a deep purplish-red.

He originally intended to use a vulgar male hand speed meme to humiliate Lin Mo.

As a result, Lin Mo not only didn't get angry, but smoothly picked up on his words and used an even more brutal and impactful remark to slap his face until it swelled up like a pig's head!

Use your mouth?!

What the hell is this implying?!

Zhao Kuo stood there awkwardly, unsure whether to laugh or not, wishing he could disappear into the ground.

And in the corner at the back.

Jiang Ruoyun's face flushed bright red, almost as if it were about to bleed.

From her fair swan neck, the red color flowed all the way to her delicate collarbone.

"I prefer to use my mouth..."

This sentence kept playing on repeat in her mind.

And then I thought of Lin Mo's incredibly beautiful lips when she was tasting dishes in the kitchen...

Jiang Ruoyun felt like she was about to spontaneously combust. She frantically covered her burning cheeks with her hands, not daring to look at Lin Mo's back again.

"You...you're shameless!"

After holding it in for a long time, Zhou Yuxuan finally gritted his teeth and squeezed out three words, trying his best to maintain his persona.

"This is a music salon! Not a place for you to spout nonsense!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow innocently, his face, usually so clueless about romance, now revealing a charmingly unexpected contrast.

"Talking nonsense?"

"I just said I prefer playing instruments with my mouth, how can you have such a filthy mindset, Zhou, the top celebrity?"

Lin Mo sighed sarcastically.

Then, under the watchful eyes of 80 million pairs of crazy, imaginative eyes across the entire internet.

This laid-back guy, dressed in a loose white T-shirt, slowly and deliberately reached into his large shorts pocket, which looked like Doraemon's pocket.

He casually rummaged around inside for a bit.

Then, he pulled his arm away.

Amidst the gasps of everyone, Lin Mo magically pulled a medium-length... from his crotch...