30: I've seen insults before, but never anything this insulting.

Bai Tingxin: ---It's truly mean. The method is simple, focusing on making someone's reputation go down in flames.

Shen Lele: "I, I can really do that?"

Lu Qingyu: "Not satisfied? Then do this: aren't you and your best friend college classmates? Go to your shared group chat and give them a shout-out so all your mutual acquaintances know."

"Do her parents have a workplace? Carry some fruit to their workplace to visit them and let them know while you're at it. The elderly value their reputation the most; let their coworkers join in on the gossip."

Shen Lele was a bit stunned, but why did it sound so exhilarating? This was much more satisfying than just treating that man as if he were dead.

Thinking about their betrayal made her feel like dying from the pain, but the thought of their reputations being ruined and everyone they knew finding out what they did—becoming a scumbag and a tramp in the eyes of the public—made her feel a faint surge of excitement.

Bai Tingxin: "Isn't this... a bit too much?"

Lu Qingyu looked innocent: "Did she do anything? She didn't do anything."

Everyone looked at Shen Lele. It was hilarious; put that way, she really hadn't done anything. Was hanging a banner wrong? Supermarkets hung banners all the time.

Was sending messages in a group chat not allowed? Group chats were meant for talking together, weren't they?

Bullet Chat: "Hahaha, dying of laughter. True, what's wrong with hanging a banner?"

"Professional banner maker here, contact me if you see this."

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"The kid is young, but he really knows how to handle things."

"Reminds me of my ex-boyfriend from two years ago. I haven't moved on for two years, but hearing Lu Qingyu's words today was like a sudden enlightenment. Damn, I'm going to order a banner."

After Lu Qingyu's scheming, Shen Lele, who had been crying her eyes out, was now pumped up as if she'd been injected with chicken blood. She didn't need any more comforting.

The ambulance arrived, and she got in on her own. Before leaving, she thanked Lu Qingyu profusely: "Brother, thank you. I'll have my mom go to the temple and light an Everlasting Lamp for you."

Lu Qingyu: !!! "Thanks, Sis, but really, there's no need."

He was afraid he might actually be 'sent off' instead.

Lu Qingyu's remarks were somewhat extreme. PD Zhao was worried about negative backlash, but they couldn't interfere with the actors during filming. This was an uncontrollable factor in a live broadcast, so he kept a close eye on the online comments about Lu Qingyu.

He thought people would criticize Lu Qingyu's behavior, but to his surprise, everyone thought his ideas were great.

"Sigh, if only I'd met someone like Lu Qingyu when I broke up with my boyfriend. I can't imagine how happy I would've been."

"Listening to his words is better than studying for ten years. I've been enlightened today."

"The most useful knowledge I've learned today. Saved."

This time, the male guests on the show looked at Lu Qingyu with wariness. They used to think he was too young to understand romance and was just a childish straight man. But seeing his methods for teaching a girl how to punish a scumbag ex—mature, satisfying, and inexpensive—they realized his approach was incredibly seasoned.

The male guests exchanged glances. This guy was young, but he wasn't someone to be trifled with. He was a bit mean, and since they didn't know when he'd strike, they had to be careful.

In the previous season of Love Journey, one couple formed out of the four pairs. Although the remaining six guests didn't pair up, many viewers still shipped them.

This season of Love Journey only had two days left, and it currently looked like not a single couple would form.

The Program Production Team's final activity was a one-day tour of the "Wonderful Museum."

The activity itself wasn't very interesting; it was a place the Program Production Team used to boost the show's sophistication and spread culture.

There was a museum, the largest in the city, eighty kilometers away. After an hour-and-a-half drive, they finally arrived.

The Curator led some people out to receive them and explain the cultural relics.

The museum had a complete range of collections: bronzeware, porcelain, silk textiles, gold and silver jewelry, and weapons. As the group followed the Curator, the female guests would admire a hairpin or a phoenix crown for a while.

The male guests would look at some calligraphy and paintings.

In one of the exhibition rooms, the items on display were identical pairs. Su Jing was the first to notice and asked:

"Curator, why are the items in this exhibition room all in identical pairs?"

The Curator smiled and took out a card previously prepared by PD Zhao and began to read.

"Congratulations, everyone, on triggering a new mission."

Hearing the Curator say this, several guests immediately gathered around.

Yao Yiyi: "Curator, what's the mission?"

At that moment, three people in their forties or older stepped out from behind the Curator. Seeing that everyone was present, the Curator continued:

"The final mission of the program: distinguishing real cultural relics from fakes. There are eleven authentic relics in this exhibition room, and next to each one is a replica. These three people behind me are three volunteers. Now, the guests will compete against these three volunteers. Whoever identifies the most authentic relics will receive 200,000 yuan in cash."

Lu Qingyu: If you're talking about money, I'm wide awake. Since it was his first time on a show, his appearance fee was only 180,000 yuan, yet this prize money was 200,000—more than his entire fee. If he won this, he could rent a flat to open a company and use it as an office.

The other guests felt their heads throb as they looked at the identical relics.

Bai Tingxin: "Curator, we don't know much about cultural relics. We have no idea how to distinguish them. This is too hard for us."

The three people beside the Curator said, "The three of us don't know much either."

Bai Tingxin: "So what is this game testing?"

The Curator narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Luck."

The other guests: ---.

The Curator said, "There are still some differences between the real and the fake. I'm not making things difficult for you; I already mentioned these details when I was explaining the knowledge about cultural relics earlier. As long as you are careful, you can find the differences."

The seven guests remained frowning. The key issue was that they hadn't really been listening earlier; they were just putting on an act for the cameras.

Lu Qingyu raised his hand and said, "I have a question."

Curator: "Please, go ahead."

Lu Qingyu: "Is this 200,000 for the winning team, or for an individual?"