After finishing the fish, the director signaled the host to proceed with the next segment.
Host Liu Yishou: "Since this is a couples' variety show, there's one thing couples simply must do..."
He deliberately slowed his speech here.
[Is it what I'm thinking? Probably not.]
[They're filming a show, bro. Even if they dared, would the director dare to shoot it?]
[Even if the director dared to shoot it, would he live long enough to air it?]
Seeing the atmosphere sufficiently charged, Liu Yishou finally continued.
"That would be the 'Heartbeat Challenge'! Here are two heart rate monitors—please put them on."
"As the saying goes, the one who falls first in love is always at a disadvantage. So today, we'll test which of you can make the other's heart race first."
Honestly, Lin Ran was already planning his escape route.
If he lost, he might get beaten. If he won, he might also get beaten.
What exactly was the production team trying to do? Had he somehow offended them?
Luo Yao put on the alien-looking helmet, her heart rate displaying a steady 68.
Seeing Lin Ran hesitate, she frowned—her heart rate instantly spiked.
Lin Ran sighed and put on the monitor. The moment he met Luo Yao's gaze, her yellow light flashed—her heart rate had already soared past 90.
Everyone froze, including Lin Ran himself.
Was his charm really that lethal?
Luo Yao asked, "What were you thinking about just now, A'Ran?"
Suddenly, Lin Ran understood her heart rate spike—she was angry.
So, he unleashed the ultimate textbook answer, ensuring the entire internet would remember it.
"I was wondering whether winning or losing would make you happier. But then I realized—it doesn’t matter. What matters is that I love you, and you love me too."
"Ding! Ding! Ding!" Her heart rate instantly breached 100, the red light flashing.
Liu Yishou was stunned. This experiment had been conducted many times, but never had a winner been decided so quickly.
Especially with long-married couples—the novelty usually fades, replaced by comfortable familiarity. Yet Lin Ran had obliterated Luo Yao’s defenses with just one sentence.
[Is Luo Yao really this much of a romantic?]
[I believe Luo Yao genuinely loves Lin Ran.]
Unbothered by the comments, Luo Yao shot Lin Ran a smoldering look—clearly signaling a reward.
Lin Ran’s heart rate jumped from 60 to 100, his own red light activating.
[Lin Ran’s lit up too! One flirtatious glance from Luo Yao did it.]
[Or maybe he’s just terrified?]
[You might be onto something…]
Lin Ran wasn’t scared—just flustered.
Host: "I declare Lin Ran the provisional winner!"
Lin Ran: "??? Provisional?"
The host gave him a sympathetic look. "It means you’ve won on-screen. What happens after the show ends… who knows?"
Lin Ran: "Oh, so that’s how you wanna play? Fine. Just wait till you see how my wife avenges me."
Ignoring the threat, the host moved to the final segment.
"Now, for today’s 'Heart-to-Heart' session—express your deepest feelings to each other."
This segment was new to Lin Ran and Luo Yao, but it wasn’t hard. After a pause, Luo Yao made her declaration.
Luo Yao: "A'Ran belongs only to me."
Lin Ran: "I love you. Even if Lin Tianba drops dead, I’ll keep loving you."
[LMAO Lin Ran’s playing 4D chess—taking digs while confessing.]
[World’s worst dad just got obliterated.]
[After reading Lin Ran’s backstory, ‘disgusting’ is the only word for Lin Tianba.]
[Anyone else think Luo Yao’s lowkey yandere?]
Watching the livestream, Lin Tianba hurled his phone in rage. "That ungrateful brat! I’ll kill him!"
The host grinned like a proud auntie. "And that concludes today’s episode of 'The Boss and His Wife'! For our final game—"
Lin Ran interrupted: "Hold up."
Host: "Yes, Mr. Lin? Any words for the audience?"
Lin Ran: "Nah. Their opinions don’t matter—I can’t crawl through the internet to argue with them anyway."
Host: "Then…?"
Lin Ran: "I just wanna perform a magic trick."
Host: "What trick?"
Lin Ran: "I bet your show’s about to end early."
The host smiled. "Mr. Lin, we’ve got time left. Even if I collapse, someone else can—"
Suddenly, she clutched her stomach. Why did it hurt so much?
The cameraman wobbled, nearly cutting the feed. The director was sweating bullets, struggling to keep filming.
The host frantically signaled the assistant director—only to find him squatting like a toddler, banging his head on the floor.
Then the director hurled his walkie-talkie and bellowed: "I AM LU BU OF BAOTOU! ALL DISOBEDIENT GUESTS SHALL CALL ME DADDY!"
The assistant director, barely conscious, lunged to cover the director’s mouth. "Sir! Stop spewing nonsense!"
The host, now hallucinating, mumbled: "Was… the food poisoned?"
Lin Ran blinked innocently. "No way! That fish was air-flown. And the mushroom soup? Special Yunnan imports—I shared my premium stash because you all work so hard."
Host: "Hehe! Thanks, Young Master Lin. How about… turning the director into soup next?"
The cameraman spat out his water. What kind of deranged script was this?!
With a final burst of clarity, he yelled, "SHOW’S OVER—DIRECTOR’S LOST IT!" before killing the feed.
The livestream ended in a storm of comments:
[Holy guacamole! Did the whole crew just go feral?!]
[My theory: Lin Ran got scammed with bad ingredients.]
[How hated IS this director? Even their delirium trashes him!]
[LMAO Lin Ran & Luo Yao—ditch the crew, go solo! Turn on donations; I’ll tip!]
[Lin Ran: Thanks for the pocket change, peasant. My dog eats better.]
[Luo Yao: Darling, they can’t afford our dog’s treats.]
As the broadcast cut, the entire crew collapsed.
And just like that, the hospital admitted a dozen new patients.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
