landbeastnovel Chapter 19 The Hater Remains Silent: Even though he's a good-for-nothing, he still knows how to
Chapter 19 The Hater Remains Silent: Even though he's a good-for-nothing, he still knows how to
This night was a night of baldness for Weibo's programmers, but a night of revelry for the general public.
After crashing for a full ten minutes, Tomato Video's servers finally managed to restart with great difficulty.
But the world changed after the reboot.
The hashtag #BoycottSoftRiceMen#, which originally topped the trending charts, has quietly disappeared, replaced by a uniquely styled, even slightly suggestive, hashtag:
Lin Zhou No. 8 Technician
Opening the comments section, those who were initially clamoring for revenge were now caught in a strange silence and entanglement. The keyboard warriors held their keyboards, but found that they couldn't bring themselves to type the word "spray."
Call him trash?
But his technique, his professional knowledge of acupoints, and Su Qingge's soul-stirring cry... cough cough, are enough to prove that he is not only not useless, but even has some "unique skills".
To call him a gigolo?
"To be honest, if my husband had this skill, I'd support him even if it meant working on a construction site!"
"Sister upstairs, I agree! I was working overtime last night and I was exhausted. After hearing that voice, I felt like my phantom limbs were healed."
"This isn't just a gigolo, he's a god-level therapist hidden among the common people! I'm begging Lin Zhou to open a shop, I'll get a VIP card!"
One male fan even chimed in, timidly commenting, "Am I the only one who thinks Lin Zhou's line 'Where there is pain, there is no flow' was particularly cool last night? That calm and collected demeanor, with which he controlled the whole situation, is something every man would admire."
Overnight, Lin Zhou's reputation changed from "a rat everyone hates" to "a mysterious technician who has some skills but not much".
Although he hasn't shaken off the label of "gold digger," at least people's gazes towards him are no longer simply filled with contempt, but rather with a hint of...inquiry, and a certain unspeakable envy.
……
In the early morning, the birdsong in Peach Blossom Village is exceptionally clear and melodious.
Inside the dilapidated house, the "ostrich" that had wrapped itself up like a silkworm cocoon finally stirred.
Su Qingge cautiously peeked half her head out from under the covers, her messy long hair obscuring half her face. She first looked around warily to make sure that damned camera was still off before letting out a long sigh of relief.
What happened last night was the darkest moment of her 25 years of life.
"That bastard Lin Zhou..."
She gritted her teeth and cursed, then subconsciously moved her left foot.
I was prepared for excruciating pain, but the moment I turned my ankle, the expected soreness and stinging completely disappeared!
Su Qingge was stunned.
She threw back the covers, tentatively put her feet on the ground, and stomped them hard.
It doesn't hurt anymore? It really doesn't hurt anymore?
Not only did it not hurt, but my legs even felt lighter than before. The heavy fatigue seemed to have been completely expelled from my body with that shameful cry last night.
"This...this is amazing?"
Su Qingge touched her ankle in disbelief, her eyes becoming somewhat complicated.
That man who usually only annoyed her and was good for nothing except being handsome actually had the amazing ability to bring the dead back to life?
"Awake? Did you sleep well last night, Queen Su?"
A mocking voice suddenly came from the doorway.
Su Qingge was startled and looked up sharply, only to see Lin Zhou leaning against the door frame. He was holding two washed sweet potatoes in his hand, still with that carefree attitude, but the morning light shining on his profile made him look rather handsome.
"Who...who slept well!"
Su Qingge retorted reflexively, her cheeks flushing red again, "And forget about last night! If you dare to go around telling everyone, I'll..."
"So what? You're just divorcing me?"
Lin Zhou walked over with a smile and stuffed the warm sweet potato into her hand. "Don't worry, am I that kind of person? That's just a little fun between us as a couple, nothing to tell outsiders."
"Who cares about your romantic side!"
Although Su Qingge was stubborn, she didn't pull her hand back after taking the sweet potato.
She lowered her head and took a bite; the sweet and glutinous texture melted on her tongue.
Stealing a glance, her gaze fell on Lin Zhou's long, slender hands. These were the hands she'd used last night…
"What are you looking at? Do you think your husband looks especially handsome today?" Lin Zhou noticed her gaze and leaned closer, winking.
If it were before, Su Qingge would definitely have rolled her eyes at him and turned away.
But today, she paused, didn't curse, but just gave a soft hum, turned her head to look out the window, her voice as low as a mosquito's buzz:
"It's... alright, I guess."
Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.
Has this female demon changed her ways?
Although she still maintained that aloof and arrogant demeanor, that icy coldness that kept people at arm's length seemed to be melting away little by little. Her gaze towards him no longer held only disdain and disgust, but also a hint of dependence and…curiosity that she herself hadn't even noticed.
"Alright, stop indulging in self-admiration."
Su Qingge finished the sweet potato in a few bites, clapped her hands, and regained her usual capable demeanor. "The production team has called us to assemble. They said there will be a new guest today."
"A new guest?" Lin Zhou asked casually. "Male or female?"
"It's a guy, I heard he's a rich second-generation, the kind who got the role by bringing his own investment."
Su Qingge straightened her clothes, not paying much attention. After all, these kinds of newcomers are all too common in the entertainment industry.
……
At the large threshing ground at the village entrance, the four families gathered again.
After a day of running around, everyone was a bit listless, except for Lin Zhou, who was full of energy and even humming an unknown tune.
Director Yan Min stood on the high platform, his smile even brighter than yesterday—last night's live broadcast data broke the station's record, and his year-end bonus was now guaranteed.
Good morning, everyone!
Holding a megaphone, Yan Min announced loudly, "After yesterday's adjustment period, I believe everyone has adapted to life in Peach Blossom Village. To strengthen our bonds, we've prepared a special activity for today—Truth or Dare!"
"Furthermore, to make the game even more exciting, we've invited a mystery guest!"
No sooner had the words been spoken than an extremely flashy red Ferrari sports car, accompanied by a deafening roar of its engine, stormed into the threshing ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The car door opened.
A long leg wearing white trousers stepped out first.
Immediately afterward, a man with slicked-back hair, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and looking like a refined scoundrel yet exuding arrogance, walked down. He held a large bouquet of vibrant red roses in his hands, and his gaze swept over the crowd, precisely locking onto Su Qingge, who was standing next to Lin Zhou.
In that instant, Su Qingge's face darkened.
Lin Zhou's eyes narrowed slightly, and the memories of his "love rival" in his mind were instantly activated.
Zhao Tai.
The young master of Taihua Real Estate, Su Qingge's obsessive pursuer, and one of the culprits who led the isolation of Lin Zhou back in school.
The man walked straight up to Su Qingge, ignoring Lin Zhou beside her, handed her the roses, and gave her what he thought was a charming smile:
"Qingge, I heard you've been suffering here, so I came to see you."
The entire room fell silent.
The live stream chat exploded: "Holy crap! Is this guy here to cause trouble?"
Lin Zhou looked at the bouquet of roses that was almost touching his face, a playful smirk playing on his lips. He took a step forward, blocking Su Qingge's path, and accepted the bouquet.
"Oh, Mr. Zhao, you're too kind. It's alright to come all this way, why bring local specialties? Perfect timing, I'm just short of some kindling for starting a fire at home."