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Got it!

This should be pretty much the same routine as the heart attack thing earlier.

Susan asked with interest, "And then?"

"Then the guy said, 'Come eat with me!' The woman refused: 'Too domineering.' So the guy had to be polite and ask, 'Would you like to have a meal with me?' The woman told him, 'Now it's a question!'"

"Finally, the man said, 'I'm going to eat, and I can't do it without you!'" Su Quan looked at Susan, who was already covering her mouth with a light laugh, and smiled. "No good? Then I'll switch it up."

"Such a beautiful shell you've got—it'd be a shame not to fill it with food."

"Pfft—" Susan couldn't hold back and lightly punched him. "Saying that, I can't tell if you're complimenting me or insulting me."

"Still no good? Then I'll try another one!"

Eyeing the black dress Susan was wearing, Su Quan put on a serious face and said, "Your dress is really pretty. I'd like to take it out for a meal. If you're free, you can come along too."

"Hehe—I'll thank it on its behalf."

"Can you ask it for me if it's accepted my invitation?"

"It says yes, and—" Susan looked at Su Quan, "I'm free!"

"That's fantastic."

Su Quan smiled and reached out his hand. Susan smiled back and lifted hers to be held, then linked her arm through his.

That invitation move was pretty slick, and the final hand-holding gesture really maxed out the ceremonial feel.

Don't think girls don't know what you're thinking—especially girls on Susan's level. What kind of invitation tricks haven't they seen?

The moment you open your mouth, she knows exactly what you're after.

A straight guy might think, isn't it just inviting her to eat? You already know what I mean, so why bother with all that flashy stuff? Wouldn't it be better to just be direct?

But—

Get ready to mark this!

What girls care about is exactly that flashy stuff. Isn't that what they call romance?

Even if the result is the same, a different process makes the same result feel different.

Like that thing between men and women—when you boil it down, the result's the same, but the process changes how the result feels!

Guys want girls to be more proactive too, so why can't girls ask guys to be a little flashy?

Why do players get loved?

Because they know and can do everything girls want!

Why do they say you need thick skin to chase a girl?

If you're thin-skinned, even if you know girls like the flashy stuff, you're too shy to say it or do it—what's the point?!

True: I know the logic, but I just can't do it.

(That's me, no doubt!)

The restaurant wasn't fancy, and the food wasn't outstanding, but to Su Quan—she was a feast for the eyes.

You ask Susan?

Heh, she was too busy laughing to even notice the taste.

Su Quan went all out, tossing out one little joke and quip after another. Best of all, he wasn't flattering or reserved—he casually pulled out little stories that could bridge the gap between a man and a woman, without a hint of sleaziness.

His witty, easygoing personality and handsome foreign looks made Susan's fondness for him shoot up fast.

Especially compared to someone else.

Looks?

Sure, that guy had some charm, but with a scruffy beard and sloppy appearance, even high looks take a hit—and he wasn't even that high.

Su Quan? Tall and straight, dignified demeanor, his handsome foreign face radiating confidence at all times.

That someone only acted like that when talking about experiments and research.

But what good was that?

Were they supposed to spend every day in the lab together after getting together?!

Personality?

No need to even mention it.

That someone was a total straight guy—couldn't squeeze a flower out of three sentences.

Su Quan?

Susan felt like she'd laughed more today than in all the time she'd known that someone, combined and doubled!

And it was the kind of completely relaxed, heartfelt laughter.

How could that even compare?

Give up, let it all burn!

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The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The neon lights along the street were colorful, shining like a river of stars.

At the hotel entrance, Susan withdrew her hand from where it had been linked with Su Quan's arm, brushed her golden hair aside, and said with a smile, "I had a great time today. It was nice meeting you!"

"Me too."

Su Quan nodded with a smile. "Should I invite you up for a cup of coffee?"

Susan shook her head with an amused grin. "Too early. But I'll consider accepting a second date invitation."

The three-date rule?

The first date was about confirming mutual feelings and chemistry. If it went well, a second date could be expected. If not, they'd part ways and never meet again.

The second date was about deepening understanding, reconfirming and solidifying those feelings, weighing whether they were a good fit. If it went smoothly, they might hold hands, and share a goodbye kiss at the end.

The third date required more thought—it was the most critical. Whether they could become boyfriend and girlfriend, whether they could take things further, all depended on the outcome.

Note: The three-date rule didn't strictly refer to three dates in number, but rather the goals and progress of each date.

Ineffective dates didn't count, because the relationship made no progress—it just stagnated.

Of course, dates with certain ulterior motives fell outside the three-date rule.

It seemed Susan was the serious type.

Su Quan nodded with a smile. "I'll look forward to it."

"Then I'll head back to the dorm. Good night."

"Good night."

Susan waved goodbye. Su Quan watched until her figure disappeared from sight, then chuckled softly and turned into the hotel.

Love?

Two strangers could kiss over a drinking game at a table. Some love was so cheap it was disgusting.

Some people spent hundreds of thousands to marry the love of their life, while others spent a few hundred on drinks—or even just with their mouth—and experienced someone else's love of a lifetime.

Tell me, what is love?

Love at first sight was easy, but growing old together was hard.

Compared to love, Su Quan trusted feelings more.

Honestly, Susan's departure didn't disappoint him; it actually pleased him a little, because she was taking it seriously. Unlike him, who was just after her looks.

Getting off track.

Su Quan's main purpose here was to find Reed and get the Time Controller fixed. With Reed's talent, fixing it shouldn't be a problem. The problem was what came after—

Most of the time, judging a person's strength depended on their ability and combat power.

Those from the tech side weren't usually considered strong—just troublesome.

The simplest example: Kang the Conqueror's variant, The Variant.

Anyone who saw him get stabbed to death by Female Loki would think he was weak. But was he really?

Ending the Multiverse War, ruling the Multiverse Timeline, creating the Time Variance Authority, controlling the free will of all beings across the multiverse—was that weak?

Maybe he was an ordinary man without superpowers. Maybe he was a weakling who got killed with one stab. But he still accomplished things that many with "powerful" abilities couldn't.

Mr. Fantastic, Reed. He and Kang the Conqueror—or rather, The Variant—were the same kind of person.

His ability was just to stretch his body like rubber. Purely in terms of ability, it wasn't strong.

But the guy was smart!

In the comics, Reed, like The Variant, formed the Reed Council with countless versions of himself across the multiverse.

Their goal: to eliminate all threats.