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

Zhao Kuo's provocative "It's too tragic" was like a bomb thrown into a cesspool.

It instantly ignited the entire live stream.

On the screen, a barrage of mocking comments swarmed like locusts, densely obscuring Lin Mo's yawning face.

[Hahaha! Young Master Zhao has truly struck at the heart of the matter!]

This is what a real man should be like! Some people are good for nothing except being handsome!

[#LinMoxu# is trending on Weibo, everyone! Go check it out!]

Why hasn't this kind of lecherous guy gotten off the show yet? He's just unlucky to look at!

[Lin Xuxu! From now on, we'll call him Lin Xuxu! It's hilarious!]

Meanwhile, on Weibo's trending topics list, the hashtag #LinMoKidneyDeficiency# shot up to third place at lightning speed.

Lin Mo's ex-girlfriend, Su Qing, looked at her phone, laughing uncontrollably. She even gave it a like and retweeted a Weibo post from a marketing account criticizing Lin Mo for "lacking masculinity."

Caption: [Looks like leaving was the right thing to do, after all, happiness (sexual happiness) is very important [smile]]

This move directly nailed Lin Mo to the pillar of shame, making him the target of ridicule across the entire internet.

however.

Lin Mo, as the person involved, was completely unaware of this.

Or rather, even if he knew, he would feel it was a disguised compliment.

After all, "empty" means not having to do heavy work, "below" means no one will choose you, and no one will choose you means—

I'm one step closer to going home and relaxing!

"Sigh, in this world, you get scolded even for telling the truth."

Lin Mo sighed, pulled the tattered straw hat over his face, covering Zhao Kuo's greasy face and the glaring sunlight.

"Since everyone is so enthusiastic, I won't disturb your display of masculine charm."

"I'll be in charge of watching over the place, so the props don't get lost."

After saying that, he turned over, adjusted to a more comfortable position, and left his back to the world.

That "dead pig doesn't fear boiling water" attitude infuriated Zhao Kuo so much that he almost smashed the base he was holding onto his foot.

……

For the next hour.

A one-man show titled "The Adventures of Young Master Zhao" was staged on the beach.

Zhao Kuo really went all out to maintain that "tough guy" persona.

He refused the staff's trolley and insisted on carrying the heavy stereo and barbecue grill by hand.

"Drink! Get up!"

Zhao Kuo roared, and the veins on his neck bulged and writhed like earthworms.

Sweat dripped down his chest muscles, which were covered in too much essential oil, and glistened oilily in the sunlight.

Every time he made a move, he would deliberately stop in front of the camera, panting heavily, brushing off his wet hair, and flashing what he thought was a charming smile at the lens.

"Although I'm very tired, it's nothing compared to the bonfire party tonight and to make the female guests happy."

In the live chat, his fans and paid commenters were spamming the screen:

[My brother is working so hard! My heart aches for him!]

This is what it means to take responsibility! This is what it means to have a sense of duty!

[Look at those good-for-nothings sleeping under the trees, this is what a man is like!]

However, attentive viewers noticed...

Zhao Kuo's legs were already shaking.

His once carefree steps grew increasingly heavy, and his charming smile gradually turned ferocious.

But he can't stop.

Because once you stop, your bold words will seem like a joke.

This is the price of showing off.

In the other corner of the picture.

Under that giant coconut tree, the scene was strangely eerie, as if from another dimension.

Although Lin Mo didn't sleep, he wasn't idle either.

He sat cross-legged in the shade of a tree, with a pile of palm leaves that had just been blown down by the wind at his feet.

He held a few leaves in his hand, his fingers flying across the paper.

Tear strips, fold in half, interlace, tie knots.

The movements were fluid and fast, almost dazzling.

There were no unnecessary movements, nor any pauses made for the sake of a show.

Those hands, which were ridiculed online for being "only good at holding chopsticks," were now as nimble as if they were playing the piano.

"Swish swish swish".

The soft rustling of leaves against each other sounded especially soothing amidst the roar of the waves.

A short while later.

The originally scattered palm leaves were transformed into a round, rudimentary shape in his hands.

The number of people who were initially criticizing him in the live chat gradually decreased.

Instead, a series of question marks appeared.

【? ? ? ? 】

What is he doing? Is he...weaving straw sandals?

[This technique...it looks familiar. Like the skill of those elderly men performing intangible cultural heritage in the park?]

[Stop washing him! He's just playing with the grass. Everyone else is working, and he's playing with the grass. How can he be so shameless?]

[But...it's really stress-relieving! I watched him edit for five minutes, and I didn't find it boring at all.]

Lin Mo didn't care whether anyone was watching or not.

He just felt that the sun here was too strong, and the tattered straw hat was letting in the light, making his face hurt from the sun.

Besides, I'm just idling around anyway.

The work in my hands can't stop; it's a habit I developed in the mountains in my previous life.

A calm mind brings coolness.

……

the other side.

Jiang Ruoyun was almost exhausted.

As a heiress from a wealthy family, she rarely even unscrews bottle caps herself.

Although she didn't ask for help in a pretentious way like Lin Chacha, it didn't mean she was actually capable of doing that kind of physical labor.

She dragged the box of decorative lights, trudging along the sandy beach, her steps uneven.

I had already taken off my high heels, and my bare feet were burning from the scalding sand.

Sweat streamed down her long neck, soaking her expensive sun-protective clothing.

Her originally exquisite makeup was a bit smudged, and her hair was a mess from the sea breeze.

The worst part is the sun.

The intense sun exposure felt like it was trying to evaporate all the moisture from your skin.

She felt a burning pain in her cheeks, probably from sunburn.

"This lousy show..."

Jiang Ruoyun bit her lip, mentally cursing the entire production team's ancestors.

She wanted to find a place to rest for a while.

But looking around, the entire beach was bare, with only one shady spot—

It's that coconut tree.

That is, the territory occupied by Lin Mo, that "holdout".

Jiang Ruoyun hesitated for a moment.

To go or not to go?

Go ahead, or it will make you seem like you're slacking off.

If I don't go, I'll really get heatstroke.

Just as she was struggling with her decision, that familiar voice suddenly rang out.

"Feed".

His voice was lazy and slightly nasal.

Jiang Ruoyun subconsciously turned her head away.

Lin Mo had somehow sat up straight, holding something bright green in his hand.

He was squinting, looking at her with the kind of gaze one would give someone an idiot.

"Are you planning to roast yourself alive and have it as an extra meal tonight?"

Jiang Ruoyun was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously touched her burning cheeks.

Before she could even refute it.

Lin Mo flicked his wrist.

That lush green thing drew a beautiful parabola in the air.

"Smack."

It landed precisely on her head.

Jiang Ruoyun felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, followed by a cool sensation on the top of her head.

The scorching sunlight that was originally shining directly in his face was instantly blocked out.

A faint, refreshing scent of herbs lingered around my nose.

She raised her hand and touched the top of her head.

It is a freshly woven, wide-brimmed palm leaf straw hat.

The weaving is extremely fine, and the texture of the leaves is even cleverly used to create a beautiful pattern around the brim.

This is hardly a toy that was just made on the spot.

This is simply a completely natural handcrafted piece!

"Let's block it."

Lin Mo lay back in the rocking chair, pulled his tattered straw hat over his face, and his voice came out in a muffled tone from below:

"You're already dark-skinned enough (referring to your personality), if you get any darker, the production team can't afford to compensate you for your exorbitant skincare expenses."

"and……"

"If you faint from heatstroke, I'll have to carry you to the infirmary."

"My back can't take it."

It's my waist again.

Jiang Ruoyun adjusted the straw hat she had just put on.

I had originally intended to call him "sharp-tongued," but when I felt that rare coolness, I swallowed them all back.

She looked at Lin Mo's deadpan expression, as if to say, "Don't bother me."

Then he looked at the exquisitely crafted hat on his head, the one with even the hood strap made of fine straw rope.

A feeling I couldn't quite describe suddenly welled up inside me.

What is this?

A slap followed by a sweet treat?

No.

This is clearly... stubborn on the outside but soft on the inside.

The size of the hat was just right for her head circumference.

When he was writing it, did he already know it was for me?

Jiang Ruoyun pursed her lips, and a small smile involuntarily crept onto her face.

She didn't say anything.

She simply walked silently to the other side of the coconut tree and sat down next to Lin Mo in the rocking chair.

Using his "territory" to get some shade.

"Thanks."

The sound was very faint, almost drowned out by the sound of the waves.

"It's chargeable," Lin Mo grumbled. "It's on my tab."

In the live chat, the sentiment shifted subtly once again:

【? ? ? ? 】

He can actually weave straw hats?! And he weaves them so beautifully?!

[Who just said he was playing with grass? That skill takes years to master!]

[I knew Lin Mo was hiding his true abilities! Look at that texture, it's so exquisite!]

Am I the only one who thinks this is so sweet? He said he was afraid of the hassle, but he actually knitted a hat especially for Goddess Jiang!

[I really want that hat! It's so much better than Zhao Kuo's greasy, sweaty clothes!]

[Jiang Ruoyun: Anything you give me, even a straw hat smells better than a crown!]

Jiang Ruoyun sat under the shade of a tree, turning her head slightly to look at Lin Mo's hand resting on the armrest.

Her fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles, and her nails were neatly trimmed.

While weaving the straw hat, my ten fingers moved so nimbly it was as if they were dancing.

Every blade of grass obeyed his fingertips.

Jiang Ruoyun's eyes were somewhat unfocused.

She was thinking...

A man with such nimble fingers and such exquisite skills.

How could that be...? Is your back really bad?

If this hand were used for...

"Cough cough."

Jiang Ruoyun coughed twice to clear her mind of all the jumbled thoughts.

Her face turned red again.

It must have been exposed to the sun.

It's definitely not because I had the wrong idea.