The Angle Really Matters

Marshall's apartment.

Adam drove them here, intending to finish the job quickly.

"If we arrest him, we can send him to Columbia University Biological Center; who knows, it might lead to a major biological discovery."

Adam laughed.

"No!"

Lily couldn't stand it when she heard that; she was the kindest-hearted person. "They'll experiment on it, that's too cruel!"

"So?"

Adam glanced at her.

"So, can't we just kill it with a single blow?"

Kind-hearted Lily offered her sincere advice.

"That makes sense."

Adam nodded seriously. "But nobody knows what it is. If it has some kind of infectious agent on it, and we kill it with a stick, blood will splatter everywhere and cause pollution, that would be bad."

"Then you should capture him alive."

Upon hearing this, Lily immediately changed her mind.

"Adam, what a rare guest."

After opening the door, I found Ted there, pacing anxiously back and forth.

"Ted, you noticed it too, didn't you?"

Lily looked around in horror.

"What?"

Ted was baffled.

"Roach-Rat."

Marshall reminded him, "Otherwise, why are you so anxious?"

"You forgot, I'm going to the Singles' End Station later."

Ted hesitated, saying, "Now that it's come to this, I'm not sure if this decision is the right one."

"If you're unsure, why go at all?"

Adam chuckled.

"There's nothing I can do about it, it's science."

Ted rubbed his hands together and said, "I can't help but believe in science, can I?"

"Hehe."

Adam laughed and said, "Tell me about it?"

Anti-intellectualism is not so prevalent in the United States at this time.

All right.

As an outstanding architect, Ted's young age made him the person in charge of the preparation for the 78-story skyscraper project, which is definitely a middle-class person, and even an upper-middle-class one.

Even in later generations, Ted would still choose to believe in science rather than be anti-intellectual.

Because your position determines your perspective.

Those who practice anti-intellectualism are mostly from the lower and middle classes. Are they really stupid?

No, that's not the case.

Instead, the abundant fruits of science have brought them little benefit.

Take the pharmaceutical industry as an example.

They simply cannot afford the highly effective drugs that require massive amounts of funding to develop.

The cost of medical insurance is increasing, but the coverage is decreasing.

The poor get poorer, and the rich get richer.

What does technological advancement have to do with the poor?

Since we're all going to die anyway, why not believe in God instead of science?

The more you upper-class people believe in science, the more we oppose it!

This is a silent and helpless form of resistance!

"Last night I went to apologize to that colleague who resigned."

Ted explained, "As we talked, the conversation turned to the topic of being single and lonely..."

"Oh~"

Adam smiled meaningfully and said, "You've wronged them so much, haven't you properly compensated them for their emotional distress?"

Hehehe.

Marshall and Lily, who were searching for Roach-Rat, heard this and looked over knowingly, chuckling to themselves.

What are you thinking?

Ted smiled wryly and said, "We have no intention of doing that at all."

"You don't have it, do you?"

Adam laughed and said, "I dare say that if you're willing, the other party definitely won't object to your way of apologizing. Well, if you ask me, you should do it this way, because it's more sincere."

Ted is, after all, the male lead of a popular American TV series, so his good looks are undeniable.

Not to mention, he exudes a romantic aura.

It's incredibly damaging to girls.

Even if that fat girl who was hurt by Ted was fat, she couldn't withstand a ton of attack power.

"... In short!"

Ted didn't respond, but rolled his eyes. "When we got to this topic, she said she recently joined the Singles' End Station, but so far, it hasn't matched her with a good partner. Plus, I said something unintentionally, which made her quit in a fit of anger, so you can't blame me entirely."

"Then what?"

Adam asked curiously, "Why do you want to join too?"

"I didn't believe in this so-called 'Singles' End Station' at first."

Ted smiled wryly, "But listening to her talk about it in such a mysterious way, using some kind of mathematical formula to exclude so many people in New York, the number of people who are suitable for you is extremely small."

If you don't want to rely on luck like searching for a needle in a haystack, you'd better go to the Singles' End Station. The owner, Allen Passer, is the best matchmaker in all of New York, incredibly capable, and boasts a 100% success rate in matching men and women!

"Aren't you going to wait for that girl anymore?"

Adam couldn't help but laugh, "And what about your Slut Pumpkin Girl? Halloween is just a few weeks away."

"Yeah."

Ted chuckled and said, "Of course I have to wait. I just want to try it out first. Maybe I'll get it from the Singles' End Station before you give me your phone number again in six months."

Think about it, doesn't that mean we're truly a match made in heaven?

As for Slut Pumpkin Girl, that's just a memory I have. I simply want to see her one more time; I have no other intentions.

He spoke with a very sincere expression.

Adam shook his head with a sigh.

Damn romanticism!

A few years ago, Ted met a girl dressed as a pumpkin at a Halloween party on the rooftop of his apartment building.

As for why we need to add a slut?

Imagine what a pumpkin-shaped decoration would look like.

At that time, Ted was wearing an election sign around his neck, acting as an election sign.

The two chatted happily, Slut Pumpkin Girl even gave Ted her phone number.

Unfortunately, it was placed in candy and the children took it.

Ted was heartbroken at losing his pumpkin cannon. His innate romantic nature led him to wear the same costume and ballot every Halloween, waiting on the rooftop all night for the Slut Pumpkin Girl who was almost impossible to see again.

They persisted for several years.

It looks like they'll keep going.

If he actually manages to catch this, and tells such a sentimental story, how could a pumpkin cannon possibly escape him?

For a playboy to reach the level of Ted, that's truly a woman's downfall.

Whoever gets caught in it is unlucky!

"A key issue."

Adam put aside his reflections on the Slut Pumpkin Girl incident and held up one finger. "Do you really think such a great girl would join some kind of Singles' End Station?"

"Well."

Ted was stunned.

"Go."

Adam then changed the subject. "If she really appears in the Singles' End Station's database, then it means you two are truly destined for each other."

"What if they're not there?"

Ted couldn't help but ask.

"That means you're not."

Adam laughed and said, "Let's see what kind of best girlfriend this so-called top matchmaker in all of New York will choose for you using her scientific formula."

"Good!"

Ted hesitated for a while, but finally decided to go, encouraging himself. "If a rat and a cockroach can find true love in New York, then so can I!"

"What did you say?"

Marshall exclaimed, "You're guessing this Roach-Rat is the offspring of a mouse and a cockroach falling in love?"

"Wow!"

Lily exclaimed in disgust, "It's so ugly and disgusting! How could it possibly be the product of love?"

"Why not?"

Ted interprets it from a Romantic perspective.

"Of course not."

Adam bluntly retorted, "Have you heard of reproductive isolation?"

"I was just using a metaphor."

Ted gave Adam a disapproving look, picked up his coat, and walked out.

He felt that his friends were completely out of touch with his romantic thinking.

At this moment, he missed Barney terribly.

Barney may not be romantic enough, but he's certainly wild enough to have a touch of romance.

"I was just kidding. You can do it."

Adam teased Ted's retreating figure, "I hope you find your female mouse!"

Ted: "..."