Mars and Earth had very similar rotational periods, with each day and night lasting around twenty-four hours.
At 5:50 in the evening, Shi Tie Zhu sat bolt upright in a chair on the second floor of the Forward's restaurant, waiting quietly.
First, his attire.
Shi Tie Zhu's outfit was neither overly casual nor excessively formal. At a glance, one could tell it had been carefully prepared, yet it did not come off as stiff or trying too hard—Peipei had picked it out herself.
As for Shi Tiexin's own wardrobe, putting together an outfit like this had already drained it dry.
Then, the setting.
The restaurant's second floor had a rare, enormous viewing window that looked directly out onto the massive brick-red planet outside. Sunlight shone upon Mars and reflected through the window; coupled with Mars's naturally reddish hues, the sight was breathtaking, with a subtle hint of romantic charm.
Given the Forward's conditions, this was already the best possible setting.
The external conditions had been pushed to the highest level currently possible.
As for his personal conditions...
The young women and married women nearby kept sneaking glances in his direction.
Although the Sergeant Major was exceptionally tall, when he stood up, most women's eyes were level with his abdominal muscles—far beyond the definition of an ideal height difference.
But the women did not care!
Though tall, the Sergeant Major was in no way misshapen. He was like a divine being from Egyptian mythology, possessing both a massive physique and peerless form. If ordinary people were sculpted from mud, then the Sergeant Major had been forged from gold, impossible to look away from. Stare at him long enough, and one could even feel an instinctive urge to worship, like ancient people prostrating themselves before a god.
Especially lately, that feeling had