A date.
Didn't that sound like a rather wonderful word?
Compared to a prearranged meeting or appointment, this word now referred to members of the opposite sex going out together to do something.
Put more simply—
Going out with someone you liked, eating together, watching movies together, shopping together, spending the weekend together—
Getting close to someone of the opposite sex you were interested in, feeling your heart race from the hormones—
And spending a happy time together.
It usually happened before becoming lovers, or during the brief period after confirming a relationship.
That unfamiliar sense of distance was precisely what gave birth to it.
After all, once the passionate phase had passed, calling it a "date" during the stable phase—especially when two people went out and came home together—always felt subtly inappropriate.
That unseasoned flutter of the heart was the soul of a date. (Laughs.)
So, setting aside the simple matter of a man and woman going out together—especially the exhausting "job" of entertaining female classmates—
How many of you here had never been on a date in your entire lives?
Fang Ran, twenty years old, single for approximately as long as he had been alive—
Had probably only ever had one dating experience in his life.
If using The Create's "Womenswear" to attend a concert counted.
Yesterday afternoon, after that girl he had not seen in a long time smiled sweetly and extended her invitation, Fang Ran's brain immediately crashed after Meng Lang and Tang Bing stabbed him in the back together.
After freezing for a second—
He finally realized what the words "Could you come out and have fun with me?" meant.
"Ah... oh. Oh."
He had even reverted to his three-word vocabulary from when they first met, nodding blankly in instinctive agreement.
With other people present,