This is volleyball? You're more like Tai Chi, sir!

What kind of international joke is this?

He came to participate in this ridiculous dating reality show, acting like a pushover and a loser every day, just to avoid paying the five million yuan breach of contract penalty.

He hasn't even received a single penny of the appearance fee yet, and they're already going to deduct 10,000 yuan from his paycheck?

This is tantamount to robbing money directly from this retired cadre's savings!

"Fine, you guys win."

Lin Mo gritted his teeth and reluctantly took a step, shuffling along in his cheap plastic flip-flops towards the net of the beach volleyball court.

He walked exceptionally slowly, as if each step was costing him his life.

What's most baffling is that he didn't take off that huge silver reflective sun protection suit at all.

Even the floral sun hat that middle-aged women wear on their heads is on properly.

Lin Mo didn't even bother to take his hands out of the large pockets of his sun-protective clothing. He just slowly walked to his half of the court like a big silver penguin.

Separated by a net, Zhou Yuxuan and Zhao Kuo almost burst out laughing at Lin Mo's outfit.

The two quickly exchanged a malicious glance, reaching a tacit understanding.

Since this kid insisted on playing basketball in this tin-foil-like, stuffy outfit, then no wonder they were ruthless.

In temperatures exceeding 30 degrees Celsius, engaging in strenuous beach activities would likely cause this pretentious guy to suffer heatstroke and faint within ten minutes!

"beep--!"

The staff member who was also acting as referee blew his whistle loudly, and the game officially began.

Zhao Kuo served first, tossing the ball high and sending it over the net with a standard serve.

Lin Mo's teammate was Lin Chacha. She symbolically bumped the ball, and the volleyball floated lightly towards the opponent's half of the court.

This is practically a golden opportunity to smash the ball right into our doorstep!

A glint of excitement flashed in Zhou Yuxuan's eyes.

He quickly took a running start, his long, powerful legs pushing off the sandpit with a powerful leap, propelling him high into the air like an arrow drawn from a fully drawn bow.

In mid-air, he suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and his eight-pack abs, covered in tanning oil, displayed their presence wildly in the sunlight.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, Zhou Yuxuan's palm slammed into the volleyball.

This was a powerful, almost perfect smash!

The volleyball transformed into a yellow and blue blur, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, and slammed straight toward Lin Mo's face!

If this ball hits, it will not only knock that ridiculous floral hat off, but it might even cause someone to have a nosebleed on the spot.

The female fans in the live stream even covered their eyes, afraid of seeing a bloody scene.

However, faced with the volleyballs coming like cannonballs.

Lin Mo's dead fish eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, didn't show the slightest ripple.

In his previous life, in order to complement the finger strength of traditional Chinese acupuncture, he had diligently practiced extremely profound internal martial arts.

Zhou Yuxuan's proud smash speed appeared as slow as an old man practicing Tai Chi in Lin Mo's dynamic vision.

The volleyball was about to hit his nose.

Lin Mo's hands remained firmly in his pockets, as if he were taking a leisurely stroll along the river after a meal, his head casually tilted to the side by half an inch.

Just this tiny half-inch.

The volleyball whistled past him with a strong gust of wind, almost grazing the edge of his floral sun hat.

Then, with a muffled thud, it slammed heavily onto the sandy ground outside the boundary behind Lin Mo, creating a deep crater.

Lin Mo scores from outside the line.

An eerie silence instantly fell over the entire room.

Zhou Yuxuan landed back on the sand, his brows furrowed, his face filled with disbelief.

After a brief pause, the comments section erupted in a frenzy.

[Holy crap? What kind of godlike movement was that? He actually dodged it?!]

[Luck! Absolutely luck! That ball was so fast, he didn't even have time to get his hand out; it was pure blind luck!]

Meanwhile, in the capital city, thousands of miles away...

The atmosphere on the top floor of the Jiang Group headquarters building was so oppressive that it felt as if frost could freeze over.

The large, luxurious circular conference table was filled with multinational executives in suits.

A final decision is being made here regarding a European merger and acquisition deal involving tens of billions of dollars.

Group Chairman Jiang Jianguo sat in the main seat, his face cold and stern, radiating the terrifying pressure of a business tycoon.

The vice president of the investment department, who was giving a PowerPoint presentation, was so nervous that his forehead was covered in cold sweat and his voice was trembling.

However, nobody knows.

Beneath the large mahogany conference table in front of Jiang Jianguo, an iPad was quietly lit up.

The screen was showing a live broadcast of beach volleyball from the show "Heart Signal".

Jiang Jianguo had a tiny, extremely discreet Bluetooth earpiece inserted into his right ear.

The father-in-law, who runs a business empire worth hundreds of billions, is currently multitasking, staring intently at his daughter's "dinner buddy" on the screen.

When he saw Zhou Yuxuan's malicious spike aimed straight at Lin Mo's face, Jiang Jianguo's heart jumped into his throat.

Although he always verbally berated Lin Mo as a poor boy, one must consider the owner before beating a dog!

This kid is now his precious daughter's personal chef, how could he let these two brats bully him?

Seeing that Lin Mo didn't even take his hand out, but just slowly tilted his head.

Jiang Jianguo was so anxious that he kept rubbing his hands under the table. For a moment, he forgot the occasion and couldn't help but mutter an angry curse under his breath.

"What are you hiding for! Useless thing, fight back!"

In the quiet conference room, the low curse, though not loud, sounded like a thunderclap.

The vice president, who was giving a report, suddenly shuddered, and the laser pointer in his hand fell to the ground.

He looked at the chairman in the main seat with a pale face, thinking that the hidden dangers in his plan had been completely seen through.

"Chairman Jiang... I'm so sorry! We were indeed evasive in this risk assessment. I'll immediately lead the team to redo the countermeasure plan!"

Jiang Jianguo then suddenly realized that he had almost given himself away.

He coughed twice, immediately reverting to his inscrutable, icy expression, and waved his hand with great authority.

"Okay, let's continue. Remember, the business world is like a battlefield; you can't just hide from it."

While spouting grand and plausible words, Jiang Jianguo's eyes immediately drifted to the iPad screen under the table.

Our gaze shifts back to the scorching hot island beaches.

Zhou Yuxuan took a deep breath, realizing that the ball just now was definitely an accident.

The game continues.

He and Zhao Kuo exchanged an even fiercer look, and the two completely abandoned their attack on Lin Chacha, instead focusing their fire on Lin Mo.

One powerful spike after another, lobs and fast breaks rained down on Lin Mo's one-square-meter area like a storm.

But what happened next left tens of millions of viewers across the internet speechless, and even made them question the laws of physics.

Lin Mo was practically activating some kind of legendary Observation Haki.

He still didn't take his hands out of his pockets, and the range of his steps didn't even exceed the size of a hula hoop.

Faced with the oncoming volleyball, he simply turned his body slightly to the side without much thought.

Sometimes it's a slight twist of the hips, sometimes it's a very casual tilt of the shoulder back half an inch.

Each dodge was executed with such minimal movement that it seemed as if using even a fraction of an ounce of strength would be a waste of life.

But these movements, which look soft and slow like Tai Chi, are actually quite gentle.

Yet it precisely avoided all the fatal attacks!

The volleyball either slams hard into the sand outside the boundary with a whooshing sound.

Either it miraculously grazed the edge of Lin Mo's oversized sun-protective clothing, cushioned by the strange fabric, and bounced back to the net at an extremely distorted angle.

Zhou Yuxuan and Zhao Kuo were forced to scramble into the sandpit to rescue the balls that were flying from tricky angles.

[What the heck is this Tai Chi?! This old man's movements are amazing!]

[Did you guys notice? Lin Shen not only barely moved, he was even trying to lure the opponent out of bounds and commit a foul!]

This isn't playing beach volleyball; it's clearly just walking the dog!

Time passed by, second by second.

A full twenty minutes of intense tension.

Under the scorching sun with no shade, Zhou Yuxuan and Zhao Kuo, who were jumping and smashing wildly, finally started to run out of energy.

The two were so exhausted they looked like they'd been pulled out of the water, with large drops of sweat pouring down their faces.

The worst part is the expensive tanning oil they use to show off their muscles.

At that moment, the salty sweat mixed with water flowed down my forehead and into my eyes.

The burning, stinging pain caused the two once arrogant male gods to rub their eyes incessantly, tears streaming down their faces, looking extremely miserable and pathetic.

The two men were bent over, their hands resting on their knees, panting heavily.

On the other side of the net, Lin Mo...

He was still wrapped in that reflective sun-protective clothing, not even bothering to take it off or pull down the zipper at the collar even a millimeter.

He stood there, his breathing as steady as if he were taking a walk in his own backyard.

Lin Mo even managed to pull his hand out of his pocket.

Somewhat bored, he lifted the brim of the floral hat worn by middle-aged women and, in front of all the cameras, let out a huge yawn, completely disregarding his image.

"Hey, are you two even capable of doing this?"

Lin Mo slowly rubbed his eyes, his tone revealing a deep sense of drowsiness.

"If you're really out of energy, just admit defeat. I'm looking forward to going back for my afternoon nap. It's so hot, standing here watching you all roll around on the ground is really hard on my eyes."

This seemingly casual remark may not have caused much harm, but its insulting nature is off the charts.

That overwhelming sense of power, like using minimal force to overcome immense force, shattered the villain's pride into dust.

Upon hearing this sarcastic remark, Zhao Kuo completely lost his composure.

As a rich second-generation heir who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and acted arrogantly.

When has he ever suffered such humiliation as being treated like a monkey and made fun of in front of a national audience?

The stinging in his eyes and the suffocating burning sensation in his lungs caused Zhao Kuo's anger to completely consume the last shred of his reason.

At this moment, the volleyball floated lightly over the net again and landed in front of Zhao Kuo.

He should have passed the ball to Zhou Yuxuan at the net to organize a normal attack.

But Zhao Kuo, blinded by rage, bypassed Zhou Yuxuan.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a beast-like roar, leaping high into the air without regard for anything else.

He concentrated all his strength, even with intense malice, into his right arm.

Zhao Kuo swung his arm violently in mid-air.

However, due to extreme anger and physical exhaustion, his hitting motion became severely distorted.

"Bang--!"

The volleyball emitted an extremely dull thud, transforming into an out-of-control cannonball.

But it did not fly towards Lin Mo's half of the field.

Instead, it completely veered off course from the game, crashing straight into the rest area outside the field with terrifying momentum!

There, under a huge parasol.

Jiang Ruoyun was comfortably leaning back in her recliner, holding a slice of bright red, chilled watermelon, about to put it in her mouth.

Her cool, peach-blossom eyes were full of contentment, completely unprepared for the out-of-control volleyball hurtling towards her!