The noble protein powder immortal, are you sweating profusely?

At 2 p.m. the next day, the sun on the island was so scorching that it seemed to melt the sand.

The scorching heat waves twisted and rose in the air, and the entire beach was like a giant natural sauna. Even the sea breeze carried a suffocating heat.

The originally lazy and peaceful afternoon was completely shattered by the sudden roar of a helicopter.

In order to regain the face lost in the music last night at today's beach volleyball match, Zhou Yuxuan's off-court investment team has spared no expense.

A light sightseeing helicopter hovered above the Heartbeat House, ostentatiously airdropping a huge sports bag emblazoned with a top luxury brand logo.

The bag contained a full set of professional beach volleyball equipment that had been brought in overnight from a major city, as well as several sets of tight-fitting athletic shorts that best accentuated muscle definition.

In this battle of hormones, Zhou Yuxuan was clearly well-prepared.

He walked slowly out of the luxury ocean-view room in Building A, deliberately stopping in the prime spot where the cameras were most concentrated.

Long, slender fingers slowly unbuttoned the beach-print shirt, then with a sudden tug, casually tossed the expensive shirt onto the golden sand.

A body covered in top-quality tanning oil, gleaming with a bronze luster under the blazing sun, was instantly exposed to the view of tens of millions of viewers.

Those are eight-pack abs and full, firm pectoral muscles, the result of years of rigorous training by a personal trainer.

The physique, accentuated by the tight-fitting professional sports shorts, is indeed visually striking, as if every muscle is shouting, "I am a top star."

"Wow--!"

Lin Chacha, who was passing by with a glass of chilled juice, immediately let out a textbook-perfect scream from an idol drama.

"Brother Yuxuan, your physique is amazing! Those muscles give me an incredible sense of security!"

She exaggeratedly covered her mouth, her eyes fixed on Zhou Yuxuan's abs, her face full of admiration.

But in reality, Lin Chacha knew exactly what was going on.

When Lin Mo climbed the coconut tree before, she witnessed firsthand the terrifying explosive power hidden beneath that man's clothes.

However, Zhou Yuxuan is a top celebrity in the Chinese entertainment industry, holding countless top-tier resources.

As a shrewd woman who is well-versed in the survival rules of the entertainment industry, Lin Chacha naturally knows who she should fawn over right now. Even though she knows that Lin Mo's figure may be more impressive, she still has to praise Zhou Yuxuan to the skies.

Seeing this, Zhao Kuo, who was not far away, was also greatly aroused by his competitive spirit.

Although Zhao Kuo was intimidated by Lin Mo's "dog waist" and his abnormal core that allowed him to climb trees, he still harbored a burning anger in his heart.

He's a hardcore gym regular who believes in "absolute size" and "heavy weight crushing".

"Climbing trees is nothing! That's just monkey acrobatics! It's only because they're lightweight!"

With this self-hypnotic confidence, Zhao Kuo snorted and deftly took off his shirt.

He showed off his physique, which, despite having a bit of extravagant fat, was still quite robust and muscular, and deliberately walked up to Zhou Yuxuan to flex his biceps.

The two men stood side by side in front of the volleyball net, exuding a strong, even somewhat deliberate, masculine aura.

However, the live stream chat did not develop in the direction that Zhou Yuxuan's team had anticipated.

Tens of millions of netizens had already seen through everything, and the screen was filled with merciless mockery of this top celebrity.

[This is hilarious! Did Zhou Yuxuan just suddenly appear yesterday and not even watch the previous live stream replays?!]

[How dare he show off his strength in front of someone who can climb a five- or six-meter-tall coconut tree? Is he just asking for a beating?]

[High-energy warning ahead! The esteemed protein powder connoisseur is relentlessly challenging a hidden, practically-trained V-shaped waist master!]

[Zhao Kuo is a fool who never learns from his mistakes. His face was slapped before, and today he still dares to take off his clothes and show off his muscles? Does he really think he's invincible just because he does a couple of barbell pushes at the gym?]

[Oh no, these two are so greasy and shiny, they look like two freshly baked Cantonese roast meats. I'm so embarrassed I could dig a magic castle out of my toes.]

Hearing Lin Chacha's exaggerated exclamations around him, Zhou Yuxuan had no idea what was happening online.

He held a professional beach volleyball in one hand, spinning it casually and gracefully between his fingertips, feeling that he was at the peak of coolness at that moment.

Then, his defiant gaze swept over the net and locked onto the dilapidated wooden door of Building C.

Everything is ready; the stage is set.

We're just waiting for Lin Mo, that weakling who only knows how to drink goji berry tea, to come out and humiliate himself.

"Squeak—"

Under the anxious gaze of tens of millions of eyes across the internet, the dilapidated wooden door of Building C, which rattles with the slightest breeze, was finally slowly pushed open.

The originally lively and frantically scrolling barrage of comments fell into an eerie, deathly silence for three seconds the moment the person who appeared was seen.

Lin Mo made his appearance.

He didn't take off his shirt and show off his amazing waistline to prove them wrong, as netizens had expected.

On the contrary, he was dressed twice as warmly as he would normally be indoors.

A huge, shimmering silver oversized sun protection suit wrapped him up from his neck to his thighs, making him look like a walking tin foil clam.

That's not all; the zipper of this sun-protective clothing was pulled all the way up to his chin, not even a sliver of skin on his neck was exposed.

On his head, he was wearing a floral sun hat that looked like it belonged to an older woman, which he had somehow found out from somewhere.

Lin Mo tucked his hands into the wide sleeves of his sun-protective shirt, steadily holding the dented stainless steel tea mug in his arms.

Through the half-open lid, you can clearly see the plump goji berries tumbling inside, steaming gently as they rise.

He shuffled along, wearing ten-yuan plastic flip-flops.

Like a retired old man who had just finished practicing Tai Chi in the park and was about to go to the market to queue for free eggs, he swayed and strolled over.

The art style is jarringly incongruous on this beach brimming with youthful energy and overflowing hormones.

【? ? ? 】

[What the hell is this floral hat worn by an old lady?! Lin Shen, you really know how to hide your good looks!]

I'm sorry, I was drinking water just now, and my screen is now completely ruined.

[Lin Mo: As long as I wear enough layers, your male competition won't affect me.]

Looking at the mobile reflective tent that seemed to have stepped out of another dimension, Zhou Yuxuan felt the veins on his forehead throbbing wildly.

He meticulously prepared a physique display worthy of a nuclear weapon, even calculating the lighting and positioning.

I thought Lin Mo would be forced to fight, but he just activated an invincible physical shield and didn't even bother to take the attack!

"What a spineless coward who won't even take his clothes off!"

Zhou Yuxuan sneered inwardly, becoming even more convinced that Lin Mo was so self-conscious about her poor figure that she had wrapped herself up like this.

Lin Mo slowly walked to a huge parasol, completely ignoring the two peacocks on the beach that were frantically displaying their tail feathers.

Through his dark sunglasses, he glanced indifferently at Zhou Yuxuan's gleaming chest muscles.

On the surface, he remained calm and even yawned.

But in his heart, he couldn't help but let out a merciless mockery.

"These few muscles, built up by obsessively consuming protein powder and using isolation machines in a temperature-controlled gym, are just for show."

"Muscles are stiff, fascia is tight, and core strength is completely lacking."

Meanwhile, Jiang Ruoyun, the heiress of the richest family in Beijing, was comfortably sitting in a beach chair under a parasol.

She was wearing a cool and flowing French-style halter dress, holding half a chilled watermelon in her hands, and using a silver spoon to scoop out the sweetest part of the fruit from the center.

When Zhou Yuxuan took off his clothes to show off his muscles, she didn't even lift her eyelids.

How could a woman who has seen an eagle possibly be interested in a fat, domesticated goose?

She even wrinkled her delicate nose in disgust and muttered under her breath, "Such a strong artificial fragrance, so greasy."

But when Lin Mo walked over, wearing a floral hat resembling an old lady's hat and looking like a reflective ball.

Her peach blossom eyes, which always exuded a cool and world-weary aura, suddenly lit up like two small light bulbs.

"Lin Mo, over here! There's an empty seat next to me!"

Jiang Ruoyun happily patted the recliner next to her, completely ignoring Zhou Yuxuan, whose face was ashen, not far away.

He then comfortably slumped into the recliner, casually adjusting the brim of his comical floral hat.

Completely ignored and seemingly reduced to a mere backdrop on the beach, Zhou Yuxuan felt like a clown who had overdone it.

The frustration of punching cotton brought his pride and rationality to the brink of collapse.

He strode to the parasol, holding a volleyball in one hand, and stared down at Lin Mo, who seemed to be in a meditative state.

"Lin Mo, it's over thirty degrees Celsius, aren't you hot dressed like that?"

Zhou Yuxuan deliberately raised the volume to ensure that the microphone could clearly transmit every word he said to the live broadcast room.

"Or are you afraid that your figure under your clothes is too bad, and you're afraid to take them off, afraid of losing face in front of Ruoyun?"

Zhao Kuo, who was standing nearby, seized the opportunity to chime in.

Zhao Kuo's eyes revealed undisguised contempt, and his tone carried a hint of vulgarity.

"A man, no matter what he does, ultimately needs to be physically strong!"

The moment those words were spoken, the air in the room fell silent for half a second.

Lin Chacha covered her mouth and giggled, her eyes darting ambiguously between the men.

Jiang Ruoyun's brows furrowed instantly.

Her protective instincts kicked in immediately, and she slammed the half-eaten watermelon she was holding onto the small table.

Just then, Lin Mo slowly extended a slender finger from his sleeve and gently pressed it against Jiang Ruoyun's wrist.

After calming down the raging young lady, Lin Mo remained slumped in the recliner like a severely paralyzed patient.

He slowly unscrewed the lid of the stainless steel thermos and gently blew on the steaming goji berry tea.

"The UV index is too high today, and the sea breeze is too strong. The damage to the skin's stratum corneum is irreversible."

Lin Mo's tone was languid, even carrying a hint of self-righteous fragility.

"I have a sensitive stomach, so I guess I can only rely on this face to make a living as a kept man for the rest of my life."

He picked up his thermos and sipped his tea without even lifting his eyelids, which were hidden behind his sunglasses.

"You're all strong and unafraid of the sun, so you go first. I'll be here kowtowing and applauding you, wishing you all the best."

The viewers' values ​​were instantly shattered by this refreshingly unconventional and shameless statement.

[Hahaha! God, I wish you a long and happy marriage! Lin Shen's attitude of shamelessly living off a woman is truly exemplary!]

[Zhou Yuxuan is such a complete traitor, kept in the dark! The whole internet knows how amazing Lin Mo's body is, but he's the only one jumping around like crazy!]

[Zhao Kuo is a genius too. He knows Lin Shen is not someone to mess with, but he still grits his teeth and goes for it. Hopefully, he won't get his ribs broken by the ball!]

[As long as I remain calm and collected, the scythe of capital will never reach me! I give this defensive counterattack a perfect score!]

On the beach, only Lin Mo himself knew what he was thinking at that moment.

When he saw Zhou Yuxuan trying to show off his figure in front of Jiang Ruoyun like a peacock in heat.

A primal, deeply ingrained sense of male territoriality has been quietly violated.

But he would never admit that he was jealous.

He deliberately uses this most infuriating and shameless attitude of living off a woman to cover up his deep-seated arrogant possessiveness.

"Trying to seduce my long-term meal ticket?"

"Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? Maybe in your next life."

Seeing Lin Mo's stubborn and shameless behavior, Zhou Yuxuan was so angry that he almost ground his teeth to powder.

He knew very well that if Lin Mo didn't participate in the competition today...

All that hard work he put into building those muscles was for nothing; this wave of attention won't even touch Lin Mo.

Left with no other choice, Zhou Yuxuan could only turn his head away from the camera and secretly give the director in the distance a menacing wink.

Director Wong, who had been waiting in front of the monitor for a dramatic plot twist, immediately understood.

To boost ratings and ignite the conflict between the men, Director Wang decisively picked up his signature megaphone.

"Attention all guests! We have an urgent rule to announce!"

The director's voice echoed across the beach through a high-powered loudspeaker, carrying an undeniable official authority.

"This beach volleyball tournament will directly impact the distribution of survival supplies on the island for the next few days! Therefore, participation in this round of the competition is mandatory!"

The loudspeaker was deliberately slanted, precisely aimed at the huge sunshade of Building C.

"Any guest who refuses to participate for any reason will face the most severe penalty from the production team—a penalty of 50,000 yuan will be deducted directly from their personal appearance fee!"

Fifty thousand yuan?!

The moment I heard the word "fine".

Lin Mo, who was originally like a boneless mollusk, was stuck to the recliner.

His body stiffened abruptly, as if he had been electrocuted.

The next second, to everyone's astonishment...

This "retired old man" kept saying that he was in poor health and relied on his looks to make a living.

In an instant, with an astonishing speed that defied the laws of human biomechanics, he sat upright in the recliner.