For Happiness, Take It Easy, Sir?

The livestream viewers had no idea that undercurrents were surging through the melon patch at the dating show set. All they saw was a mouthwatering blue feast on a beach beneath blue skies and rolling seas.

The second-generation tycoons had been disciplined since childhood. No matter how busy they were, they kept up their fitness routines. The moment they appeared before the cameras in their swim trunks, countless fans got nosebleeds.

Hmph, now this was a top-tier boy band. So much better than those scrawny actor dogs!

Chest muscles, perky butts, shark lines—hmph hmph, ah!

Tonight's dream material was secured. Who would've thought Song Yichuan had such a great body? I thought he'd be skinny as a rake, but not only were his muscles firm beneath his clothes, his skin was ridiculously pale too!

Especially those long legs. I could already picture them thrown over someone's shoulders and swaying back and forth!

Lu Chen was pretty good too, okay?

He was no less impressive than the other guests. With that fresh-out-of-water-lotus face swaying in the breeze, if someone made him cry, the sight would definitely be breathtakingly seductive.

Hey, you people upstairs, it's broad daylight. Could you stop talking so lewdly? How was anyone supposed to take this?

Because this cheesy novel was a boys' love story, its female characters were often overlooked. The two female guests with great figures were completely outside the fans' field of attention.

And the trope of competing for the female lead had been replaced with a male battlefield of carnage.

For instance, Lu Chen, who had always paid attention to all-around maintenance and never dared slack off in the slightest.

He had assumed he would be the center of attention, but Song Yichuan stole everyone's gaze the moment he appeared. Even Fu Zhouchi, who had long been interested in him, could barely look away, his burning eyes fixed on those long legs. Lu Chen immediately felt a surge of resentment and ground his teeth.

Lu Chen walked up before the camera and smiled at Yan Jinyu. "I hope we work well together today."

"Mm."

Yan Jinyu merely hummed through his nose, clearly distracted. His deep gaze passed through the net and landed on his opponent's face.

Seeing this, Lu Chen defiantly smashed the volleyball into the sand, though his tone remained gentle. "I used to be on the volleyball team. I even won a championship for my school. Do you want me to go easy on you later, so the other side doesn't lose too badly?"

Yan Jinyu turned at those words, a trace of mockery flashing through his eyes. "You're that confident in your abilities? Even if the opponent is Fu Zhouchi, you'd still be willing?"

Lu Chen's expression froze. "What do you mean by that?"

Yan Jinyu knew Lu Chen's target. There was no way he could have told anyone about his plan to win over Fu Zhouchi.

Watching Lu Chen's flustered expression after being struck at the heart of the matter, Yan Jinyu curled his lips and nodded to himself.

Just as expected. The same as in the dream.

Soon, the two chosen male leads would spark a huge burst of love, then turn the whole world upside down.

That was right. Before returning to the country, Yan Jinyu had awakened.

He had dreamed that he was a top-tier cannon fodder character in a book. Though he was an illegitimate son, he possessed extraordinary intelligence, ruthless decisiveness, a calculating and scheming mind, and could crush anyone in the business world.

Yet such an overpowered supporting character had been hastily written out because he was too outstanding and overshadowed the male lead's halo.

Faced with such a tragic fate, a top-tier cannon fodder character naturally would not sit around and wait for death. He immediately boarded the nearest flight back home.

That was how, on his way to the Fu family banquet, he encountered Song Yichuan, who had just been acknowledged by Song Jia, and heard those strange inner thoughts.

"Be sure to watch your safety during the match."

The director interrupted everyone's thoughts with a microphone.

"Winning or losing isn't important. Whatever you do, don't get hurt!"

"Um, one more thing. The prize for first place in the volleyball group is a romantic candlelit dinner."

Song Yichuan's eyes immediately lit up upon hearing that, and he hurriedly asked, "Huh?"

"Is it the kind of Western meal with tiny portions that leaves everyone hungry?"

The director's hand holding the microphone paused. "The portions aren't large, but if it isn't enough, you can order more!"

"Then that's fine."

Song Yichuan relaxed, but then seemed to recall something. He turned and shot Fu Zhouchi another glare. He wondered whether this guy had recovered from his surgery yet.

Fu Zhouchi's expression completely stiffened at those words.

Ah, he actually knows. What if it gets torn?

I might as well withdraw from the match!

How could he bear to drag me down and still get surgery?

What could possibly get torn?

Hehe, I actually misunderstood that a little!

The second-generation tycoons, who had been eagerly awaiting juicy gossip, heard the inner thoughts and immediately perked up their ears, looking toward Fu Zhouchi with confusion and surprise.

Song Yichuan's gaze dropped, his eyes narrowing. Just as another inner thought was about to emerge, Fu Zhouchi, who had been pretending to stay calm beside him, finally lost control. Like a starving tiger pouncing on its prey, he suddenly lunged forward to cover Song Yichuan's mouth. "Fuck, wh-what are you doing?!"

Song Yichuan jumped in fright, then nimbly dodged aside. Was this guy throwing hands just because they disagreed?

Please. Back when he had covered entertainment news, he had escaped the pursuit and interception of plenty of burly men. With skills like these, Fu Zhouchi was hardly worth looking at.

Song Yichuan slowly rolled his eyes and looked at Fu Zhouchi again.

After missing his pounce, Fu Zhouchi had fallen to his knees in the sand, apparently enduring something. Song Yichuan clicked his tongue internally. Didn't the doctor tell you not to exercise intensely? Look at you now—you pulled it, didn't you?

The second-generation tycoons were dying of anxiety. What had he pulled? Hurry up and say it!

Tch, who knows what you were thinking? You didn't get prostate surgery earlier and insisted on waiting until now. What if you don't recover properly? How are you supposed to battle your sweet little wife for three hundred rounds?

"Huh?"

Everyone's heads were filled with question marks, while Fu Zhouchi's was filled with exclamation points.

The next second, several people on the beach burst into uproarious laughter.

The staff and Lu Chen had no idea what was going on. They only saw Fu Zhouchi's face turn black as the bottom of a pot.

"I withdraw!"

The moment Fu Zhouchi raised his hand and said those three words, the director shuddered all over. Was someone going to run away again?

At this rate, this damn dating show would be left with only him and the staff to make up the numbers!

"From the match?"

Fu Zhouchi spoke as though he were out of breath. As he turned, he did not forget to glare at Huo Renjie, who had been laughing the hardest. Huo Renjie immediately shut his mouth and awkwardly looked away.

The director beamed upon hearing that. "Hey, it's fine to withdraw from the match if you're unwell. As long as you don't withdraw from the show."

"President Fu, we have a doctor accompanying us. If you're feeling unwell anywhere, you can have him take a look. We have a full supply of medicine too."

Before he could finish speaking, a suppressed-laughter inner voice drifted over.

Director, don't bother. President Fu's condition can't be treated, and medicine won't help either. He can only rest and recover.

For the sake of your future happiness, sir, you should take it easy!

Fu Zhouchi, who was trying his best to keep his balance, had veins bulging on his forehead. How exactly could he silence this guy's inner voice?

If there were any way, he would pay any price!