"Even if you're beautiful, Shizuka Hiratsuka, you're still pushing thirty..." Just as a certain hot-blooded female teacher was pondering how to change the subject—ptui, how to keep the Service Club from becoming the GJ Club—Sogo Doma had already activated his death-seeking mode. "Sure, there are things like sheep placenta extract these days, but even if you can preserve your looks, certain physiological reactions are hard to avoid...
When you think about that, aren't you worried at all? What if you reach menopause—"
"Who are you saying is close to menopause?!" Shizuka Hiratsuka instantly blew up.
"Huh?!" Sogo Doma discovered that women pushing thirty always ignored certain key phrases and focused on the parts they cared about. "Shizuka Hiratsuka, I said if. If..."
"Are you saying I still won't be married by the time I hit menopause?" Even Shizuka Hiratsuka could not escape this ironclad rule.
"So..." Sogo Doma broke out in a cold sweat. "Are you worried or not? Getting to second base in ten days, third base in half a month, and hitting a home run within a month—is that really so hard? As a theoretical researcher, I can tell you clearly that it absolutely isn't hard..."
"Hold it!" Shizuka Hiratsuka cut him off before he could finish. "Doesn't your research have a whole series of problems, like funding pending, insufficient data, specimens being hard to find, too few personnel, blank materials, and so on? Question: where did you get the theoretical basis for that conclusion?"
"Tsk, tsk..." Sogo Doma wagged a finger at her again. "My research may indeed have some problems, but that doesn't mean I don't have any results."
"You have results?"
"Of course." Sogo Doma nodded firmly. "For instance, under what circumstances men and women develop favorable feelings toward each other, what so-called fated encounters